Nine-tenths

Once inside the door Welland grabbed Shannon's top and sports bra and lifted both away in one smooth motion. When he got them above her head his hands dropped back down and stroked circles around her nipples. As she was wiggling the top off he moved down and pulled her shorts to her knees. His firm shaft impaled her cunt roughly from behind.

"Well! Not that quickly; I was thinking we could go to my room!"

She tugged away but Welland grabbed her and spun her to face him, forcing Shannon to her knees in the process.

"Welland's not here right now. Please leave a message."

His violet eyes were glowing blue.

"Shit!"

"No girlie, just cock. And you're going to suck it."

"Fuck you. Oral is like my third, fourth, or maybe never preference. And I want Well back."

He grabbed her head and thrust his member toward it. "Then speak into the microphone, bitch."

Shannon whipped her face forward and head-butted the ghost/Welland in the balls. Then she rose and faced him.

"Let my boyfriend go, you phantom fuck-stealer!"

"Let him go? I haven't had a body in th- th- over twelve years! There as six girls and an annoying cunt in this house and I intend to poke every one of them until they scream!"

"Intend all you want, Ethan, but they're not for you." Had that just come out of her mouth? Shannon wanted to reach up and put her hands to her mouth but they weren't under her control any more. "And for the record, it's five girls, two witches and the woman you call 'Mistress'. Now, undress yourself properly."

"Yes, Mistress."

Shannon found herself licking her lips as Welland stripped off his shirt, then shorts and tighties, and finally socks and shoes. She was hot to see this, but not under the current conditions. The person controlling her hand gently rubbed Shannon's slit.

"Now, follow me."

Shannon's controller led the Welland-ghost up the stairs. At the end of the hall she paused.

"Lick my ass while I think, Ethan."

Hands grasped Shannon's hips and she felt a warm tongue licking her firm glutes, slowly working its way toward her sphincter. Normally this wouldn't be her thing either, but sensation was giving her an urge to experiment.

"Hmm. This cunt has somehow found the Ritual Room, and the basement bath is closed to me. I don't like this at all. Girl, tell me what's going on here!"

"Huh?" Shannon had her voice back. "Look ghost bitch, I don't know a thing about what's going on here. What's a ritual room? Actually, I really don't give a damn; just let me and Welland go so he can fuck my brains out in peace!"

Shannon's pushed two fingers into her wet and sensitive pussy and drew out a gobbet of her own juices, which she smeared over her rear opening.

The voice that wasn't hers came back. "Ethan, you know what's expected of you. Oh, and give the boy his voice back."

"Shannon, what's going on here? Why can't I control my- unnhgh! Oh God, sorry!"

"Fu-uh-uh!" Shannon felt his bone sliding into her virgin ass. It was painful but at the same time caused her cunny to ache with desire almost as much as when she'd slid him inside before they entered the house. "Don't apologize; I've never done this before but I think I like it." He only moved back and forth an inch or so, but the motion was enough that she moaned every time he did. She instinctively (or was it her ghost's doing?) pumped her hips in time with his so that each deep thrust slapped her bridge with his balls.

"I just wish I was the one in the driver's seat."

"Me too, but we don't - ullp - have a lot of choice here. You know Theodora House - aaahahhh - has a rep for being haunted? Well, it's more - unhh - haunted than usual this year. I didn't know there were t - oooh - ghosts, though. Ohhh!"

Warm liquid filled Shannon's bowel from the nether end. She wished she'd come herself, but the feeling was good anyway. Welland/Ethan pulled out.

"Wait a minute, Stretch; did you say 'boyfriend?'"

"Enough! Are you happy now, Ethan?"

"Yes, Mistress. But you're going to...?"

"Follow me, boy. I need a new magic wand for my collection."

Shannon's body climbed to the attic, followed by Welland's. The room was pitch black except for the bit of light coming up through the trap door and Shannon could smell body wash with something slightly sour and slightly earthy underneath. Her possessor wrinkled Shannon's nose.

"What did she do last night, hump herself to oblivion? Lux!"

A faint glow pervaded the room. A silver circle with inscribed five-pointed star occupied the side of the room away from the trap door leading in.

"Now where is the...?" The woman's eyes lighted on the padlocked door that even Shannon didn't have the key to. Shannon's body raised her hand and the lock fell into a dozen pieces. The door swung open on its own.

Welland's body went into the room and brought out a paper bag and an ornate wooden box about the size of a boot box. He set the box down, then took candles and manacles out of the bag. A candle went at each point of the star, and the manacles were attached to four of those points. Welland lay down spread-eagled and Shannon's body fastened down his wrists and ankles. The candles sprung to life on their own.

"Comfortable, boy?"

"I've had better accommodations." He started squirming. "Shannon, I've got my body back. I think the ghosts just want to play sex games."

Shannon's body chuckled. "Of course we do; this game's called 'human sacrifice.' I hope you find it enjoyable. I know I will." She ran the back of her middle finger up the length of Welland's cock, then lightly tickled its head.