Sends you on a mission

Your phone drifts back over to your dresser, pulling itself down. Selene obviously had it hang up the call. Without being connected to her in real time, you have no clue what's coming next. You're certain that she's not done with you, though.

"Suh — Selene?" You ask aloud to your room, empty but for the Manacite-enhanced outfit in front of you. You don't hear any response, and you get a little worried when the outfit reaches out to you. A latex finger rings around your chest, sliding up your neck. You just take in the sensation at first, not daring to try and stop it or hold it. Suddenly, you gasp.

The glove grabs you by the neck now, not quite hurting you — but applying enough **** that you can feel the pressure on your windpipe. Out of simple instinct, you reach up and pull at the thin latex, stretching the cuff back. The material of the glove thins, but the fingers stay wrapped around your throat all the same. They tighten the more you try to pull the glove away. For a second you wonder what would happen if you were able to tear the glove — but this question dissolves in your mind when the other one reaches down and grabs you by the balls.

"Okay, okay!" You cry as well as your throttled neck will allow, letting go of the glove. The moment you do, the glove around your balls relaxes and lets go, and the one around your neck loosens just enough to hang on. It begins pulling you up, and you comply, assuming that it's trying to get you to stand.

Once you're stood up, the outfit turns toward your dresser — though its left glove remains around your neck. One of your dresser drawers opens, and a pair of your black briefs fly out. They inflate in front of you, taking your shape before your eyes before dropping down in front of your ankles, turning around.

"You...want me to step into them?" The rubber hand around your throat holds on, but the index finger taps against your neck once. You take a wild guess that this means 'yes'. You lift one foot and step into the briefs, then the other. As soon as you're inside the leg holes of the animated underwear, they sail up your legs, fitting themselves against you. The outfit turns to your closet now, and a polo shirt and jeans emerge from it. As they float over toward you, you realize the animates aims and you simply put your arms up in front of you. The moment you do, the polo shirt flies onto you. The jeans placed themselves beneath you just as the briefs before you had — but before you have a chance to comply, the animated outfit lifts you into the air. You can feel the strain under your arms and around your underwear as you're pulled skyward by nothing but a polo shirt and your briefs.

You can hear a couple stitches pop in the underwear, and now the jeans pull themselves on, zipping and buttoning as a pair of socks flies from your dresser. Before the clothes let you down, you feel your briefs generally grab your package while your socks pull themselves on. Your bedroom door opens again, and you see your sneakers walk in, already untied and loosened. With your weight distributed through the rest of the outfit, it more easily carries you straight into the shoes — and, fully dressed, you realize that Selene is in total control of your body, minus your forearms and head.

Before you have a chance to ask any more questions (not that you'd get an answer from an animated outfit), you hear your phone vibrate on your dresser. You know it could easily float over to you, but instead, you shoes tie themselves, and your outfit walks you straight over to the dresser.

It's terribly awkward at first, and your body jerks around with the movement of the clothing until you realize where it's taking you. The phone buzzes again, and you pick it up to look at it.

You have two text messages from Selene now.

We're going on a field trip! The first one says.
If u had yr eyes set on me, bet u know Victoria 2

You gasp a little, swiping back to her.

Victoria from down the hall?

Instead of a response, your clothing pulls you into motion, and your phone pulls itself out of your hand and steps itself in your pants pocket. The outfit forces you to walk out of your bedroom, and as you loosen your body you realize that the animated fabric is happy to do most of the work for you. It practically carries your weight, and your stride becomes more natural the more you loosen up and let the fabric puppeteer your limbs. You hear the jingle of your keys as they sail off your kitchen counter and into your other pocket. You leave without your wallet, so you assume Selene doesn't plan to take you far — especially after mentioning Victoria.

Your apartment door opens on its own, and you walk out. Well, your outfit walks you out — but the distinction is becoming less important as you realize you're in a bigger situation. Selene's door opens before you pass by it, but the outfit doesn't stop you. Instead, two full vials of Manacite shove themselves into your back pocket. Your phone buzzes again, and though you try reaching for it, it beats you to the punch. It sales out of your pocket in front of your face, showing Selene on the other end again.

"Obviously I don't have any control over Victoria's apartment yet," Selene says, "but I have someone tagging along to help you with that." You feel a tap on your shoulder, and you turn to see that Selene's rubber gloves have been right behind you the whole time. You walk further down the hall, quietly responding to her face time.

"But — what are we going to do?" You ask her. She just smiles and laughs.

"What indeed..." she responds. "We're going to keep this call going, but I'm going to hide in your pocket until I can sneak the phone back out once we're inside," she says.

"Wh-what?!" You hiss as the phone turns around and prepares to do exactly as she commands.

"Well, obviously I have to be able to see in there to know what to command," she says. "We wouldn't want to see what happens when this magic powder of yours is left to its own devices," she says before your phone stuffs itself back in your pocket. Suddenly, you find yourself in front of Victoria's apartment door, and before you have time to react, one of the latex gloves darts out in front of you and presses the doorbell below the peephole.

You want to protest, but if Victoria answers the door, this would only leave you talking to yourself. Obviously, trying to walk away from the door isn't an option with your outfit under Selene's control. You hear stirring behind the door, and the latex glove darts behind you before you notice the peephole go dark.

"Uh...Issac?" The door opens, and you're face-to-face with yet another one of your attractive hallmates. Victoria's about a full head shorter than you, with short black hair and glasses. "What brings you here?" She smiles, cocking her head a bit. She's packed into a long red sweater and a denim miniskirt. She's curvy, especially for her height — but you wouldn't describe her as overweight. She looks…really great, actually...which is only going to make this harder. You try to look natural, but you can feel the two animated rubber gloves hiding behind your back, keeping close to you. Your briefs coax your package a little when you've been standing too long without responding, and you flinch a little when you're goaded into action.

"Uh, I was just wondering...have you noticed anything weird with the building lately?" Victoria narrows her eyes and kind of wrinkles her nose a bit.

"Weird like how?" She asks.

"Like, with the wiring or something," You say. "There's something up with the electronics in my apartment." You're sort of proud of yourself for coming up with something on the fly — especially something that might explain a little of what Selene's about to attempt.

"I haven't noticed anything," Victoria says, stepping back from the door. "Come in for a second," she says.

"Sure! Thanks," you respond.

"What is it you're noticing?" She says as she closes the door behind you. Before she turns around, your shoes have already untied themselves and opened up for you to step out of them. You grit your teeth a little and look up at Victoria, but she's already headed back toward her living room. You follow Selene's unspoken directions and step out of your shoes, feeling something wiggle from one your front pockets. It's one of the vials!

Your socks and pants push you forward into step as you're **** to follow her. The vial slides out of your pocket, and you glance over your shoulder to see it hover down and drop into one of your shoes. You whisper 'shit' under your breath.

"What was that?" Victoria asked as she sat down on her leather couch, crossing her legs. She looked down at your feet.

"I, uh — things have kind of gone haywire — like, appliances turning themselves on and off. Weird stuff."

"Oh, you didn't have to take your shoes off," She chirped.

"Didn't want to mess up your carpet," you respond, shrugging.

"Turning themselves on and off?" She asked, giggling a little. "That's pretty weird. Like — give me an example," she says, seeming interested. "And sit down! Hang out for a minute." You smile, nervous about shifting your body in such a way that would expose the gloves behind you...but as soon as you turn to sit in the leather chair, you can feel them deftly move to keep themselves obscured.

"Uh...like my dishwasher will start without me setting it," you lie. As soon as you say it, you feel one of the gloves disappear from your back. Your eyes go wide, and you look at Victoria — but she's messing with her phone for a second. When she looks at you, she doesn't seem to have seen anything.

For your part, you try not to react when you see the black glove hovering behind her, heading out to her kitchenette. She looks back after the glove's already disappeared around the corner, and the moment she takes her eyes off of you, your phone wrenches from your pocket, shooting over your shoulder and behind the leather chair. You can't help but gasp.

"Whoa--you okay?" She asks, looking back at you again. "You seem, like, really on edge." You blink a couple times and shake your head.

"I'm sorry, I thought I saw something," you say. "Honestly, the whole thing has been freaking me out." The glove that still behind you taps a finger on your back, and you wonder if this is some sign of approval Selene is giving you for weaving your lies. It probably helps that you are legitimately freaked out by what's about to happen next.

There's a noise from the kitchen, and now you both jump. Victoria's eyes go wide, and now she's beaming a smile at you.

"Oh my God, Isaac — that's my dishwasher!" She giggles a little as she stands up, and as soon as her back is turned, the other vial jumps out of your pocket. The glove still behind your back pushes you away from the chair cushion and swoops in front of you, snatching the vial out of the air. "Wowww, that is so weird!" Victoria says from the kitchen. Your eyes follow the glove as it carries the vial toward the hall. You see your phone follow with a line of sight, and you can only grit your teeth as Victoria comes back into the living room.

"Yo, my dishwasher totally turned itself on!" Bubbly as always, Victoria seemed more thrilled by this development than anything. "That's freaky, right?" You just nod your head, and you can't help but smile back at her.

"It's, uh — pretty freaky," you agree. She practically leaps back onto her couch.

"What else has happened?" She asks. "You said it was a bunch of things, right?"

"Yeah, uh..." You laugh a little. "Like, my laptop, my wireless speaker..." The look on her face makes you laugh again. "You seem...way too excited about this."

"Like, they're not smart dishwashers, Issac," she says. "It's not like they can be hacked, right?" Another sound again from the hall, and you see Victoria's hands ball up, grabbing her leather couch cushions as she gasps again. It's...running water? "OH MY GOD, ISSAC!" She giggles again. "That's my bathroom sink, what the fuck!?"

"That is weird," you say, putting on your best act. "All of my stuff was electronic."

"Holy fuck, that is like...ghost hunter shit!" She says, still smiling at you.

"And you don't seem freaked out at all!" You say back to her. She jumps off of her couch and grabs you by the hand, pulling you out of the leather chair.

"It's crazy!" She says, laughing again. "You have to go with me, I don't want to go back there alone." She squeezes your hand, and you're a little red-faced when your cock responds to the warmth and softness of her hand. She's really close to you, and she's obviously both excited and a little anxious at the prospect of ghosts in her apartment. You try desperately to minimize your reaction when your animated briefs tighten around your cock.

Victoria pulls you into the hallway, and as you both head to the threshold of her bathroom, sure enough, the sink is running. She slowly steps in, and before she can pull you into the bathroom, you see a spray bottle held by a rubber glove drifting from the kitchen into her living room.

Clearly, the gloves have split up to distract Victoria — allowing them to spread both vials of Manacite around the apartment. She shuts the sink off and holds her hand up in the air, motioning to you to be still.

"If...you're in here," Victoria says, "give us a sign?" You swallow hard, trying to maintain your composure.

"Who are you talking to?" You laugh nervously.

"Whatever is haunting my apartment!" Victoria says. She still has your hand.

"You really think something is haunting this building?" You say. Just then, a banging sound comes from the room next door, and Victoria squeezes your hand again — this time, practically grabbing a hold of you when she gasps.

"My bedroom!" She says. Your heart is thumping now, and you expect Selene to make her move anytime. You feel your underwear pull up in the back, slowly wedging themselves between your ass. You strain with all your will not to react to this, and you know Selene has to be having a blast fucking with you. "You first this time," Victoria says.

You exit the bathroom, and head back into the hall. You point to the partially-open door on the left and she nods.

"That's my room," she says. "It's just my desk and all my extra clothes in the guest room." You slowly open the door, and your phone is floating in front of Victoria's closet. It slides in between hanging clothes before Victoria looks over your shoulder. "You see anything?" She asks, her hands at your sides now as she peeks around you. Suddenly, she sniffs, sniffs again, and sneezes.

"Bless you," you say.

"Sorry," she says. "I should probably dust in here, or something. I didn't know I was going to have guests." You squint, noticing yourself reacting to some kind of irritant. When you look up, you see a black rubber glove with its thumb and forefinger pinched together. An open vial of Manacite is floating inches away from it. "SHIT!" Victoria cries out, pulling you back. You think for a second that she's seen what you just witnessed by following your gaze, but back in the hall you can hear the water running in the kitchen. "Now it's in the kitchen, Issac!"

Victoria's practically clinging to you now, and you can't believe the lengths Selene has gone to set up this entire scene. You both slowly head toward the living room again, and you don't see anything out of place when you enter the open space or look into the kitchen — except, of course, that the water is running again.

"You promise you're not fucking with me, right?" Victoria says, still holding onto your sides. You sneer.

"How would I do any of this?" You ask her. She lets you go to shut the water off, and as soon as she turns back toward you, she freezes, pointing into the living room.

"It's...it's MOVING!" She shouts. You turn to see her couch, hovering just off the ground and wobbling back and forth, touching each of its legs gently against the carpet as if the thing is dancing. The leather chair does the same, and Victoria squeals as she clings behind you again. "You're seeing this, right?" She panics.

"Uh...uh huh," you say. As you watch Victoria's furniture dance, your eyes dart to the entryway. Your shoes are no longer there.

"Issac, how is this...wh-what the fuck?" You feel her move away from you, and when you turn around, you watch as her sweater inverts itself. It flies up over her waist, sliding up her shoulders and arms. "Issac!" She shouts, looking skyward at her arms held above her head. Apparently she was only wearing a bra under the sweater, because now a strapless red satin bra is all you see.

Her tits are as nice as you expect. Suddenly, your pants unbutton themselves and unzip in one fell swoop, and the denim yanks itself down to your ankles. You freeze in the same shock Victoria is in, and now she's staring at you as her sweater pulls itself off the rest of the way.

"Oh, fuck," you say, looking down at yourself. By now it's pretty clear Selene has just begun.

"We're being undressed!" Victoria shouts, crossing her arms over her chest, trying to hide from the mysterious ****. "What did you bring into my apartment, Issac?" She squeals again as she sees something else, and when you follow her gaze, you can see her phone filming both of you. "What the hell is going ah —ungh..." Victoria suddenly pulls her arms away from her chest again, and you can see her bra's satin cups deforming as if invisible fingers are grabbing her tits. Now, you feel a tight grip under your arms as your polo shirt launches you into the air, lifting you off the ground just enough for your pants to escape.

"Hey, this is too much!" You say to the room, obviously trying to get Selene's attention. "If it's me you want to take this out on, leave her alone!" You say in a vain attempt to look chivalrous. You watch Victoria, and the intrusive **** seems to disappear for a moment. She's panting, and she grabs the cups of her bra, looking at you.

"The...the cushion!" Victoria says. You don't know what she means until you feel a billowing smack against the back of your head. You're knocked forward by one of the leather couches' end cushions, and Victoria gasps as she moves to catch you.

You fall face first in between her tits, but your weight isn't completely bearing down on her. Your shirt is holding you up just enough not to overwhelm her, and she tries to pull you up.

"What the hell do we do?" Victoria asks. "Should we try to get out of here?" Just as she says it, her leather chair slides into the entryway — obviously in response to her idea. "Come on!" She pulls you out of the kitchen again, and you run back down her short hallway, following her into her spare room. She slams the door behind you both, throwing herself against it and turning the feeble lock.

The commotion seems to be outside the room for the moment, and you can't help but be distracted by Victoria's chest, heaving as she tries to catch her breath and reconcile what she just witnessed.

"It...it felt me up!" She swallowed. "And...it pulled your pants off!" You think you see her crack a smile when she says it.

"You...you think this is funny?" You ask her. "Your whole apartment just came to life!"

"It's...it's really fucking scary!" She smiles. "I'm glad I'm not by myself, but — I mean — I never thought I'd see a real haunting!" You can't believe it. She's actually into this shit. "I mean...it could have done worse things, right? Like, it stripped us. If it wanted to hurt us, it absolutely could have."

You have no idea how to react to this. You know that Selene's behind it, and you assume she's not in it to hurt either of you, but you also know that she can't possibly leave it at this.

There's a tap at the door. Victoria draws a quick breath, looking sharply at you.

"What do we do?" She asks. "I feel like opening the door would make us really stupid horror movie people." You shrug, knowing that whatever is coming is completely inevitable.

"Can't ghosts…go - through - doors?" You say, slowly emphasizing the last three words. Victoria gasps again, putting her hands on her thighs. You look down to see her denim skirt riding up on her, sliding up her smooth thighs and exposing more and more of her legs. With her body still braced against the door, you can see both of your phones slide under the door. On their screens, you can see that your call is still ongoing while hers is filming this ordeal. Both their lenses are pointed right up Victoria's denim skirt — and you can't help but appreciate Selene's sense of planning.

"Ungh!" Victoria gasps again as her skirt unbuttons itself. "Oh my godddd..." You can see the indentations in her bra cups again as she's felt up by Selene's telekinetic control through the Manacite sprinkled over Victoria. The fact that enough powder made it through the weave on her sweater to affect her bra so completely meant that it didn't take much powder to completely control an object. The effect was mind blowing.

Your polo shirt threw you backward, and Victoria reacted to seeing you pushed toward the cheap futon sitting opposite her desk.

"Issac!" Despite the motion in her skirt and bra, she tried to come to your aid. The moment she was no longer braced against the door, it clicked open, and both of your phones lifted off the floor, filming the scene from two different angles now. "Are you — nggg — okay?"

"Oh, sh —" you both looked down your briefs now. With everything going on before, it didn't seem to matter much to both of you that you were in your underwear – but now, like Victoria's skirt and bra, your skivvies were quite clearly moving on their own. Victoria looked down in awe as the fabric on your briefs visibly stroked you.

"W — whoa..." She said, her hands held to her chest. "I'm not the only one who's excited." Her wide eyes looked up at you, and you both seemed mutually astonished at each other's reactions.

"I can't help it!" You both say simultaneously. You're obviously referring to your growing erection, and you imagine she's referring to her stare. The spray bottle from the kitchen enters, misting Victoria from behind.

"Hey!" She shouts, turning around to see it. It's not long until she's distracted by the floating cell phones, and she looks at one, then the other, as the bottle swoops between her legs and spritzes up before flying toward her spare closet. "What the hell...oooh!" Victoria covers her mouth with one hand as she places her other over the denim skirt.

As she reacts to what you expect to be the freshly animated panties between her legs, her closet trembles. Suddenly, belts, sashes, and scarves sail out into the room, darting to your limbs. One of her thin black belts loops over itself and snags one of your wrists, pulling it toward your other hand before the leather loops around your other wrist — coiling them together and pulling your arms skyward.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Victoria repeats, looking around the room at the flying fabric snakes in brass, leather, terrycloth, wool, and whatever else the Manacite has found to tie you up. "Uh...Issac?" She's almost indifferent when one of her silk scarves loops around her forearm and pulls it away from her skirt. What looks like a soft robe sash snakes around one of her ankles and pulls it toward the other. "Hey...whoa!" She cries out, tipping forward as she loses her balance. "Unnnngh..." She moans as you watch her bra cups compress against her, spilling her tits out of the lingerie on all sides as the strapless bra obviously catches most of her weight. Her ankles are tied together now, and the silk scarf has bound her arms over her head, much like yours.

"Are you...alright?" You feel stupid asking, but you're not sure what else to say. Clearly Selene doesn't want to make her presence known — but you imagine she's having a whole lot of fun directing this insanity.

"It's...playing with my...oh, fuck, Issac..." Victoria's face is apple red now, in deep contrast with her normally porcelain skin. Her eyes look up at you, and she's obviously embarrassed by what's happening — but it's not exactly clear that she dislikes it. She moans again as her skirt pulls down over her wide hips, hitting the floor and exposing of blue pair of cotton bikini briefs.

If nothing else, your expectation that cute girls always wear matching underwear is shattered.

Both of your bindings strain your arms upward, and while Victoria doesn't move much, the belt around your wrists fitfully yanks you off of the futon and toward her. Your animated polo has been teasing against your chest to aggravate your already engorged erection, angrily showing through your black briefs now-- especially since your underwear are still busy stroking your cock.

"I...I think it wants us to--nnngh..." You watch Victoria's breasts squeezed together by her bra cups, and now Selene's black latex gloves have entered the room together. You look down at the junction of Victoria's legs, and you can see her panties are giving her the same treatment as your briefs are — playing their fabric against her clit and working her up just as much as the **** is toying with you.

"Uh huh, uh huh!" Says a voice through the phone. Your phone, specifically. "What a performance from both of you!" It's Selene, but the tone is more throaty…more husky. Victoria's eyes open wide, and she turns to the hovering phone.

"Suh-spirit?" Victoria asks. "You're a woman?" Selene's face isn't on the screen, and it occurs to you that while Selene knew Victoria's name, clearly Victoria didn't recognize Selene's voice.

Or, she would — but this experience has been so otherworldly that she's not putting the pieces together.

"To you, I'm a goddess, my dear..." Selene says. You think you can hear her trying to hold back her own evident arousal. "But you can refer to me as mistress, if you like." You watch Victoria bite her lip at this little piece of information, and you absolutely can't believe what you're seeing.

You wonder if Selene already had the tendencies of a dominatrix, or if this is something that control of the Manacite has simply manifested. Either way...

"What...what are you going to do with us?" You ask. Suddenly, the ghostly stroking in your briefs stops-- and both of your underwear strips from you, sailing down your legs. Your full hard on is exposed to the room, and Victoria's panties peel away from a glossy sheen, wet from her arousal.

"Are you slow, pervert?" Selene laughs. "I'm giving you exactly what you wanted and more," she says. "Clearly I'm more capable than you of going right for the desire instead of merely being a passive spectator."

And she's right. You used the Manacite to watch Selene subjected to her own belongings instead of using it to fuck her yourself. In fact, you didn't even use the Manacite to play with yourself in any interesting way... You just jerked off like an unimaginative sap and felt sorry for what you did afterward.

You got lucky, though. (And obviously, you were about to again.) Selene's clever sense of adventure was all the imagination you needed.

You wondered if Victoria was going to ask any questions about the obviously familiar conversation you just had with the voice over your phone, but judging from the line of sight of the panting, curvy, nude girl in front of you...your cock was about the only thing she had in mind.