Susie to the rescue!

Bonnie heard a creak. A very loud one. She just about managed to look up.

High above her head, dust emerged in great clouds from the roof. Machinery was in motion. She had only a second to wonder what it was all about before an enormous trapdoor opened, dropping about a dozen very startled cheerleaders into the room. Their skirts flew up around their waists as they fell, making the long drop to land directly in the pool of ectoplasm.

Miss Trickett turned, startled, to see Susie standing by the ectocomputer. A very large instruction manual lay on the desk beside her. A monitor screen showed the room above the dungeon. Pretty dresses hung by wires from the ceiling. The whole floor of the room was an enormous trapdoor, which now hung open.

"What are you doing?" she gasped. "You're messing with forces you don't understand!"

"I do understand them," said Susie. "I read the manual. Ghosts, let Bonnie go!"

The ghosts let Bonnie go, and she dropped with a shriek into the pool with the cheerleaders. Susie winced as the girls thrashed around, half-floating in the sticky and very cumlike plasm, borne up by hundreds of grasping hands and not a few penises which had spontaneously formed to grab them. Shrieks emerged from the pool as the cheerleaders were fondled, their skirts flipped and their panties yanked down around their ankles as the ghosts competed to enjoy them.

Anne-Marie flailed for purchase and found nothing as she sank into the pool, one exquisite breast flopping out of her cheerleader outfit as the hands tore at her clothing. "NO! THAT TICKLES! STOP! DON'T YOU DARE - MMMPH!" A ghostly penis had found its way into her mouth. The phones diving among them, struggling to record every last detail of the spectral orgy currently in progress, but getting a pretty good overview.

There were a lot of things Miss Trickett could have done to take control of the situation, but she was too astonished to react. It only lasted a moment, but that was enough for Susie to step towards her and smartly push her into the pool.

"WAIT! NO! GHOSTS! I COMMAND YOU TO STOP! THAT'S MY... EEK! NOT UP THERE! STOP AT ONCE!"

But she wasn't at her computer, and the ghosts were far too horny to stop. Her black cheongsam was slowly peeled off her tall, flexible, coffee-coloured body, her scarlet lingerie removed and three separate pairs of sweaty, sticky cheerleader panties shoved in her mouth. She'd been pushing the ghosts around for nobody know how long, and they were going to get some of her own back. Hands flipped her over, raising her bottom into the air as her face and breasts were held down into the breathable but very sticky and cumlike ectoplasm.

A camera floated behind her, recording her round brown bottom and her twitching dark-haired pussy, as Miss Trickett's spanking began. It was a very hard spanking, and very richly deserved. Another camera recorded her face, which it could easily do despite all the plasm in the way.

Anne-Marie squealed around the penis in her mouth. The ghosts had decided to spank her bottom as well. The cheerleaders had all been stripped now, except for a few decorative skirts and ankle socks, and the cell phones buzzed mercilessly around them, drinking in their pink and brown and black and Asian nudity. The sound of smacks whistled through the room. Toned, athletic bottoms began to redden, shrieks of protest were silenced by hand, cock and panty, as the ghosts began to spank them all.

Susie grabbed Bonnie's hand. She'd managed to swim to the side of the pool. The ghosts, distracted by new victims, had slip her slip free for a few valuable seconds.

"Come on!" she shouted. "We have to get out of here!"

"Uh... yeah!" said Bonnie, who had still not quite managed to have sex. "Yeah, of course!"