The toilet 10

With a grimace you turn to face the toilet, a porcelain throne in the corner of the room which you were most loathe to search. With every faltering step you took towards it you reconsider your course of action until you were within touching distance of it. With your toes tickling the bath mat you decide to search that first, flipping it up and thoroughly inspecting the tile beneath it to ensure the planchette hasn’t been slipped there whilst you were absent. Once you’re completely sure the planchette isn’t there (and you’re sure you can’t waste any more time), you turn your attention to the toilet itself. The first thing you do is check the bowl, leaning over it and peaking around it’s porcelain circumference to ensure Tom hasn’t dropped the planchette inside. If he had chosen to flush it then there would be nothing you could do, but you doubt Tom or any being that possessed him could think that far ahead. Picking up the heavy lid of the cistern, you peak inside there too. All you find is water and a standard ballcock.

You failed. You found nothing anywhere, and now you hear the final few thrusts of John Doe’s hips, followed by his grunting of satisfaction through gritted teeth that can only be him finally letting go the tide he had been holding back. He must be balls deep in your crush, flooding her fecund womb with his fertile seed like she was his bitch to breed. Miranda barely made a sound as he finished inside her, except for a quiet purr of pleasure as he filled her up like a cream donut. Not only was he cumming inside of her, she was letting him, and she was loving it. It's over.

Upstairs, it seems Sarah has woken up again. “Ohh, that was amazing John Doe,” she sighs, probably resting her red head on his shoulder as he pumps his cum into Miranda’s pussy. “Whoah, so much!” She titters, presumably watching his seed gush from Miranda’s fuck hole once he pulls back his limp cock. “Did you ask before you came inside?” She asked, even in the afterglow of her strongest orgasm some part of her was still thinking of her friend. A low rumble is his reply. “Ha, of course she did,” Sarah laughed. “I would have asked for it too. That really was incredible,” she said, speaking to him like he was an ordinary lover and not a ghost possessing a friend. “But, y’know, you really can’t stay forever. As much as I would like to keep you around, Tom has his own life. You can’t just steal it,” she pleaded with John Doe, and to your surprise he seemed to listen. When he grumbled something back you could almost hear Sarah smile. “That sounds like a good idea. We can make a deal.”

"John?" She called your name loudly, making you jump like you'd just been caught listening in on her. "You can stop looking now."

Bad Ending

You didn’t get the planchette in time and now John Doe is going to strike a bargain with Sarah and Miranda