S-ENF-022 - GHOST

Item #: S-ENF-022
Object Designation: Ghost

"A ghost."

"Yep."

"That's it."

"Uh-huh."

"No reality-warping artefacts. No omnipotent pranksters from another dimension. No psychic contagions or temporal anomalies or things that make your nightmares become real. Just an ordinary run-of-the-mill ghost."

"Correct."

"Well," said Security Officer Carol Song, cracking her knuckles and grinning as she stepped through the front door of the haunted house, high up on the hill overlooking the small New England town of Pinchester, "I think I can handle that."

The door slammed shut behind her. There was a muffled squeak, and then silence.

"Hey," said Thelma, wandering into the Foundation control room, where Dr. Emilia Lucent was sitting on a swivel chair and staring at some screens. "What's going on?"

"I just lost contact with Carol," said Emilia, looking perplexed. "This was supposed to be a routine mission. I thought she could use an easy win, after all the trouble she's been having with Thessaly lately."

"What's the target?"

"Just a poltergeist," said Emilia, as Thelma's face turned pale. "It's supposed to float around town pinching girls' bottoms and lifting up their skirts, and things like that. What's the matter with you?"

"You sent her after a ghost? Alone?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Don't you know anything? We have to get here out of there, before... wait, are those TVs still on?"

"Is that a problem?"

"Ghosts love TVs! Quick, turn them off, before..."

The TV screens flickered to life. They showed Carol, in the basement of a haunted house, surrounded by exposed brick and dripping pipes. She was naked, sweaty, squirming and tied to a chair. Invisible hands roamed at will over her body, dimpling her breasts, tweaking her nipples, mussing her hair, prodding her sides, teasing her thighs, fondling her bottom and even tickling her feet. Emilia's mouth dropped open.

"Poltergeists are the worst! Why don't you know that?"

"Well, I'm not a ghost hunter, okay? They don't teach you about ghosts in astrophysics school!" Emilia lunged for the power button, aiming to turn the TVs off, and something caught her in mid-leap. It was as if an invisible **** was puppeteering her body, possessing her, controlling her every action while leaving her mind alive to feel every second of it. She froze, turned slowly to face Thelma.

"I think we're in trouble," she said.

"No way," muttered Thelma grumpily, as ghost hands pinned her wrists above her head and stripped her sweater off. "You think?"

Both girls were slowly stripped to their underwear, clothes peeled off by invisible hands. Then they rose, and marched straight out the door of the mobile control room into the busy streets of Pinchester. It was Halloween Night, of course, and Pinchester was close to a university, so hundreds of interesting young people in costumes were out exploring the cool old spooky streets of the town.

"I hate you," hissed Thelma, as she walked slowly down a winding lane between gloomy colonial-era houses, in her white bra and orange pumpkin panties with a jack o'lantern's face on the seat. "How have you never fought a ghost before?"

"That's entry-level stuff! We have people like you to handle that!" Emilia, in her sexy red lace lingerie, was attracting quite a lot of wolf-whistles. "And don't look at my underwear like that! I had a date tonight!"

"With Dr. Blithe?"

"Shut up!"

Light spilled out the windows of an old house up ahead. Inside, a party was raging. Emilia, unable to control her actions and desperately wishing she could do anything else, walked up to the front door and knocked on it.

A peppy blonde in a vampire cheerleader costume opened the door, did a double-take at the two women standing in the front porch and said "Wow! Trick-or-treaters!"

From inside the party, there was a chorus of groans.

"And they're in their underwear!"

Instantly half a dozen partygoers, frat boys and sorority girls, poked their heads out the windows to see the show. Thelma stood and squirmed as Emilia opened her mouth and said, reluctantly, "Trick or treat."

"But we haven't got any candy."

"That means you get to play a trick on us."

"Oh, cool! I have just the thing." The vampire cheerleader girl disappeared inside the house for a moment. When she came out, she was holding a tube of whipped cream. "Bras off," she ordered, and Thelma and Emilia could do nothing but obey, reluctantly unfastening the undergarments and handing them over to the cheering frat boys as a pair of trophies. Their nipples were only exposed for a second, however, before the vampleader sprayed whipped cream all over them.

"We do this in Hell Week," she explained, as the panty-clad girls stood shivering before her, nothing but dollops of slowly-melting cream to shield their big tits from the eyes of the leering crowd. "The new girls hate it. Have a fun evening, girls! Oh, and happy Halloween!"

"Wait," whimpered Emilia, as she trotted off down the street, boobs bouncing, legs moving on autopilot towards the next house. "How many more of these do we have to do?"