Got-Gal vs. The Witch Board.

“This has got to be one of the stupidest things you have ever dragged me to,” Tanya O’Donnell sneered walking along with her protégé and student Anita Jackson. The abandon, mansion like frat house was enormous. Situated neatly twenty miles outside of town and from the college, the old manor house became useless as a college dorm house decades ago. It now sat back on a forty-acre estate behind a wall of overgrown trees, weeds and tall grass and a iron gate that looked more like demented prison bars.

“But its so cool,” Anita giggled, “all spooky and stuff. Besides, this is the first time a sorority has won the right to stay here on Halloween. The frat guys always win.”

“Yes but frat boys don’t have Got-Chic’s super powers,” Tanya said raising an eyebrow still pissed that Anita cheated in the competition by using her powers.

“Ah they’ll get over it. It’s the girls’ turn now.”

The young black college girl ran off with the other three sorority sisters to get a look inside.

“Kids,” Tanya scoffed sore that she got stuck with chaperone duty. “Probably some frat boys will show up and spook them and I’ll have to play mommy.”

Tanya lugged the sleeping bags into the main entryway and plopped them down on the pile of bags the girls left. She could hear giddy, screaming schoolgirls running about the main floor. Ironically the inside wasn’t too bad off. The floors were clean, the place wasn’t rotting and the furniture was in good shape.

“May I help you,” creaked an eerie old voice from the main sitting room. The girls and Tanya all turned to see the reason behind the kept up house, the housekeeper. The young girls gasped slightly and even Tanya had to suck down a squeak. This woman was not only old but down right ugly, almost witch like. She slowly walked over to Tanya and shook her hand.

“The owner doesn’t normally allow visitors but tonight you and your pretty little friends are welcome,” she said like she were reading a line from an old Victorian gothic horror book.

“Well, Beta, Alpha, Delta sorority did rent the house for the weekend,” snidely sneered Tiffany the sorority president. Slim and blonde the girl was as pretty as she was stuck up. “I just hope for your sake the fridge is stocked like we asked. Come girls, lets check the kitchen.” Amber, a haughty Asian princess and Sheri, a short haired blonde with breasts as big as her IQ was small headed off to the kitchen.

“Beta, Alpha, Delta? B.A.D.?” Tanya whispered in Anita’s ear rolling her eyes.

“Yeah! Isn’t that like sooo cool Tanya,” Anita said running off with her friends.

“They are just children,” the old woman said, “They are just having fun.” Tanya watched the old woman stare at the young girls like the homeless guys do in the park with little girls.

“Ehem, so I assume you’ll be staying?” Tanya asked breaking the old woman’s concentration.

“Oh no. I am only here for the day. I would never stay the night,” the woman said having a look of dread in her eyes.

“Why? Is the place haunted?” Tanya laughed. The glaring, grim stare of the old woman quickly answered her question.

“Just beware of the curse. This house is alive. Just do not wake it up or wake the damned souls whose fates are sealed here. A great evil lives here, an evil wanting to be free,” the old woman stammered staring at Tanya’s well-rounded figure and ample chest like a patron at Hooters.

“Ah, come on. You don’t fool me. That’s just an act for the kids,” Tanya said with a laugh shrugging off the old lady.

“Yes, you are right. Its an act,” she replied with a sneering grin. “Let me get my bag and I will leave you till Monday.”

Tanya turned to watch the young girls laugh and gossip. She didn’t see the old woman make her way into the parlor. The woman took out a key and pressed a hidden panel on the framed wall panels. A secret door opened and she pulled out a lock box. With the key she opened the box and removed an old witch-board and its puck. She placed the board on the table in plain view with the puck and then sealed the secret door.

“Yes. Maidens have finally arrived,” She laughed.

The girls trotted up as the old woman shut the main door.

“Good thing broomhilda left,” Tiffany said, “she was like creappin’ me out royal.”

“Like for sure,” the others agreed like sheep.

“Ok girls, I have work to do so I’m going to find a room somewhere and hunker down. I only have a few rules, no drugs, no boys, no getting drunk, no boys and no boys,” Tanya said sternly.

“Like, OK Tanya,” Anita said getting pissed and wanting her to get lost, “we know.”

Tanya knew Anita wasn’t in these girls’ league. She knew these three snots were using her since she won the contest for them. Last month she was the sorority plebe. Now she was top dog. Euphoric but ultimately devastating when she would get dumped. “She’s got to learn her own lessons,” Tanya thought taking her bag and briefcase and heading down one of the long hallways.

“This place is enormous. Fifteen bedrooms with bathrooms plus multiple parlors, studies and dinning rooms. What a maze,” she thought opening a door and making herself at home in the east library.

As Tanya worked, the four girls ran about spooking each other, gossiping, pulling tricks on each other and exploring the house. As the night progressed they settled into the large, west parlor since it was the most modern with a large screen TV. They sat about in shorts, nighties and t-shirts drinking beer, rum and coke and eating popcorn and watching some old scary movie on TV. The night winds were picking up bad and loud claps of thunder made them scream like kids.

“Like this is getting boring,” Tiffany sneered, “we need something fun…” The young blonde stopped half sentence and noticed the witch-board on the huge coffee table as though it were calling too her.

“OOO! Look! It’s a witch-board!” All the girls gathered around and formed a circle around it. “How does it work?”

“I know!” blared Sheri, “my aunt is one of those psychic astrologers. The buxom teen grabbed the puck and put it on the start. “Ok, we all have to put our hands on the puck and then ask a question. Just let the puck float to the letters to spell out the answers.”

The four girls got ready but then froze, “what do we ask?” Anita said.

“Ehem, Ok witch-board, who is the prettiest girl in school,” Tiffany volunteered.

The puck sat for a long moment. Then it began to move. The four girls, all thinking one of them was just pushing it along, weren’t surprised by the puck. The puck made its way across the board. T.I.F.F.A.N.Y. It spelled. Now the three knew it was Tiffany who was pushing the thing around. Tiffany, however, thought it was the other three pushing the puck to suck up to her. In any event the girls quickly began to eye each other with snobbish, spoiled bitch suspicion.

“Ooooo Kaaayyy.. Let’s try something different,” Anita said raising a suspicious eyebrow. “Who are you?”

Again a pause, then the puck began to spell. F.R.I.E.N.D.

“Oh, that’s cute. Real cute,” Tiffany sneered at the dorky answer.

“oo, I got one,” Amber said. “Why are you here?”

The puck took off and began spelling a long sentence. The girls needed to even write it down. N.E.E.D..H.E.L.P..N.E.E.D..F.R.E.E.D.O.M.

The four girls looked at each other in puzzlement. Suck ups and stupid answers were expected but this was beyond any of their limited abilities to make up.

“Um, how can we help?” Sheri asked sheepishly.

Suddenly, a click from across the room broke the silence. A panel on the wall popped open. The girls ran over and looked inside to find a paper scroll tube. Tiffany took the tube and opened it, pulling out an old parchment.

“Wow, that looks old like its from the 70’s or something,” Amber gasped.

“70’s! Try the 1670s moron!” Tiffany barked pointing to a date near the top.

The girls began to read the scroll. It didn’t read right. The words oddly rhymed and made no sense. Then Sheri slapped her head in realization.

“Like, my aunt told me about these. This is a spell. You don’t read it. You just chant it out loud, like a song.”

The girls ran back to the witch-board. “Do you want us to read this scroll?” Anita asked.

The girls were so enthralled with the scroll they didn’t even notice the puck spell out Y.E.S..T.H.A.T..W.O.U.L.D..B.E..N.I.C.E.. without them putting their hands on it.

“Ok, let’s see here,” Sheri said starting to read the scroll. She read the scroll first, chanting its verses. Soon the other four girls started in chanting away. Over and over they chanted, grow faster and more at ease with the verses.

Suddenly, arcs of ethereal energy burst from the center of the board into each girl’s chest. The girls’ eyes grew white and they began to chant in a daze. In the sub basement, in a large, sealed, dirt floor room, a root burst through the smooth floor like a fist through glass. Another and yet another burst through followed by a swarming array of vines and tendrils. The roots braced themselves around the hole and began to pull. From the center of the hole the trunk of some grotesque dead tree rose out. As the girls chanted, more of the evil tree made its way to the surface. Then, with the last chant, the tree finished its assent. The bark popped apart in various places to form a hideous face with a grinning jagged mouth. The mouth opened and a vapor like spirit wailed forth, shooting through the walls and up through the house.

“Go forth my child. Bring to me the maidens that summoned me. Their souls shall fill my belly,” the tree laughed, “but first lets have some fun.”

The four girls sat with white eyes for several minutes. Then a clap of thunder shook them awake.

“Ew! This is stupid!” Tiffany squealed scared that something odd had happened to her. She whacked the board and sent it across the room. The four girls silently went to the TV and watched, neither saying a word for fear they would get mocked by the others.

The spirit raced through the manor house assessing the situation. It found the four girls in the parlor and Tanya in the study. “Ah, a guardian,” the tree smiled spying Tanya through the spirit’s eyes.

The hairs on the back of Tanya’s neck stood up making her nervous. “Creepy old house,” the blonde whispered. She shook off the feeling of being watched and went back to work.

Suddenly, Tanya felt a force grab her white blouse. With a mighty yank, her blouse burst open, revealing her huge breasts cupped in a black-laced bra.

“What the!” she screamed standing up and trying to pull her shirt closed. She wasn’t sure what just happened and thought she just hooked her shirt on something. Then from the drapes, drape cords shot out and wrapped around her sexy legs, hips and arms, coiling her up like a sausage.

“WHAT! What’s going… HMBMM!”

A thick old towel wrapped around her mouth and tied itself in place gagging her. Tanya stood like a caught snake, wiggling in futility. Then the rug pulled out from under her sending her hard to the floor. In a frenzy of pushing and rolling, the carpet took a mind of its own and began curling up with Tanya inside. The rug rolled up in a tight cylinder then floated up with Tanya kicking and screaming inside. It was dropped to the floor and left like a wiggling worm.

“So much for the chaperone,” the evil tree said, “now for the little lovelies.”

The three girls were tired and confused. They didn’t even hear Tanya’s tussle in the study. They made their way up the huge, curving staircase to the upstairs bedrooms. The four girls chatted for a bit then turned in. As they each got ready for bed or sat and read books, the invisible spirit floated from room to room checking out each girl.

“The snooty blonde. Ah yes, she shall be first,” the tree smiled.

The spirit hovered in Tiffany’s room watching the young girl do her late night aerobics, waiting for its chance to pounce. Tiffany turned off her nightstand light and curled up to sleep. She was still rather mystified by the night’s events. “Did something happen in the parlor or was it the beer?” she thought.

Anita sat in her bed trying to remember the night’s events. “You know, Got-Chic should do some investigating,” Anita thought getting a little horny at the thought of prancing around in her costume. The black teen got up and pulled her own Got emerald from her deep cleavage. Tanya’s emerald had somehow created a smaller version for Anita a while back giving her similar but lesser powers to Got-Gal.

“By the Got emerald of fertility,” she declared holding the emerald in her hands.

Suddenly, as though she slipped into a vortex, the teen began to twirl in place in a dazzling display of lights and sparkles. Her clothes seemed to turn to liquid and stream off of her like water. White liquid streamed back toward her naked body flowing over her hips, chest arms and calves. The liquid formed into a pair of white, silk hot shorts and a white tube top. Calve boots formed on her legs while white, silk gloves covered her arms. A white mask painted itself across her face while her lips assumed a pink lipstick and her forehead donned a decorative tiara. Her twirling body finally came to a stop making her breasts jiggle into place. “Got-Chic is ready for action,” the teen declared proudly, always turned on when she transformed.

Got-Chic started to make her way toward the parlor to check out that weird witch-board when she heard a scream. She ran back upstairs to see Amber and Sheri already at Tiffany’s door.

“Got-Chic?! Like why are you here?” Amber said. Anita grinned always finding it funny that, with just a simple white mask, nobody recognized her.

“Never mind Amber,” Sheri cried, “we heard a scream from Tiffany’s room. She might be in trouble.”

Hearing the word trouble, Got-Chic took on a determined stance and plowed her shoulder into the large oak door. The door felt like it would give way but then some eerie force pushed it back shut. The teen pushed harder, gritting and crying trying to push the door open. The three girls could hear a disturbing ghoulish howl and some erotic female panting from beyond the door. Finally, as they heard Tiffany’s final cry of climax, Got-Chic burst the door open and rushed inside.

All three girls stopped and gasped in horror. Tiffany was stripped and lay flat on the bed with her legs flailing and her arms pinned over her head. A demonic looking white entity floated over her body only half visible like some sick fog. They could make out rough arms, upper body and a ghoulish face with black voids for eyes and a drawn out mouth that never changed.

This was nothing compared to the horror they saw between Tiffany’s legs situated where the ghost’s hips would be. Two large, white, veiny sacks the size of baseballs hung like bull testicles. From them, a long, bloated, snake like appendage ran down between Tiffany’s thighs and plunged deep into her vagina. This part of the ghost seemed more solid than the rest but all of it was still semi-transparent.

Tiffany let out a howling scream of sexual release. The ghost howled in unison sending a horrid chill through the girls. The large sacks then compressed with an audible squishing sound and the bloated penis began to rhythmically pump with large swells moving from the sacks into Tiffany’s vagina.

Got-Chic, somewhat shaken by the whole experience, snapped out of her daze, grabbed a chair and flung it at the spirit. The chair seemed to hit some parts of the ghost like it was passing through thick air. The ghost howled and lunged toward Got-Chic. Its penis was so imbedded and tight inside Tiffany that it pulled her hips upward before its member popped out with another loud squish. A spray of pudding like goo sprayed out across the bed and Tiffany’s bare chest. The stuff lay like globs for a short bit then faded away like ghostly cum.

Got-Chic stood ready and fired of a front kick straight at the ghost. The kick seemed to pass through the entity with minimal effect. A ghostly hand swung and clubbed Got-Chic in the gut sending her across the room and into the dresser. As Got-Chic lay reeling the ghost came at the other two college girls. The girls screamed and ran out the door into the hall. With a monstrous crash, the huge oak door slammed shut behind them sealing them out of the room.

Got-Chic shook off the blow and got up just in time to see the spirit vanish. She could see things in the room knock over and shake so she knew it was still around. “I’ll fix you, what ever you are!” she cried shaking her fist.

Suddenly, a pair of ethereal hands grabbed Got-Chic from behind and clamped down over her huge, brown breasts. The ghost held her firm mashing and mauling her tits with abandonment. Got-Chic screamed and yelped, trying to pull the hands off but she couldn’t grab anything to fight the ghost off.

As Got-Chic was molested, Tiffany lay on the bed writhing and moaning. He belly was glowing and expanding with each moment. Some kind of mass shifted about in her now pregnant body making her belly mound and shake.

Got-Chic gritted her teeth and stared in shock as her plump breasts mashed, swelled and stretched in the ghost’s evil grip. She felt something rub against her bare thigh and looked down in horror to see the ghost’s member rise up like a snake from behind and rear itself up in front of her pelvis. Some sort of ethereal goo began to dribble from the member letting Got-Chic know the ghost’s intent.

With a scream of desperation, Got-Chic fired her spiked heel backward into the ghost’s groin. The ghost stopped moving and just shook in pain. Seeing her chance, the teen avenger swung around and laid a fancy round kick into the ghost’s ghoulish face. Her leg still passed through the creature but it felt like a solid blow. The ghost let out another scream then shot through the ceiling and disappeared.

Got-Chic straightened herself out then rushed to see if Tiffany was ok. The other two girls came into the room after finding the door was unstuck. They watched Tiffany moaning and writhing on the bed in some sort of sexual haze. Her stomach was bulging and shaking and was now nearly six months along.

“Oh my God! She’s pregnant!” cried Amber.

“What are we going to do Got-Chic?” Sheri asked.

“We have to get out of here and get a doctor,” Got-Chic replied. “Wait here and watch her. I’ll see about getting help,” Got-Chic said leaving the room and closing the door. She rushed downstairs and went for the door when an unearthly force flung her across the room like a doll. This wasn’t the ghost. She could feel the force all around the house like odd electricity. She tried for the windows and again went sailing into the inside walls.

“So, we can’t leave eh?” Got-Chic thought. “Wait! Tanya!” she suddenly realized.

The teen rushed to the study and kicked in the door. She heard muffled cries and thumps coming from a curled up rug in the center of the room. She carefully pushed the rug to unroll it. Tanya rolled out all bound and gagged. A few moments later Tanya tossed down her ropes.

“Thanks Anita. Something bagged me good and tied me up. I never saw it,” Tanya said rubbing her wrists.

“Ehem! I’m in costume! Remember our rule about names!” Got-Chic replied.

“Oh yes. Sorry Got-Chic,” Tanya said with a smile knowing that kind of mistake could be dangerous if someone overheard.

“Well, something attacked Tiffany upstairs. I think it knocked her up,” Got-Chic explained. “It was some kind of ghost. It was hard to fight but I managed to scare it off for now.” Got-Chic spent a few moments explaining the whole incident to Tanya.

“And we can’t get out eh?” Tanya asked.

“I doubt even your strength could get us out,” Got-Chic replied.

“Never the less, I think Got-Gal needs to make an appearance,” Tanya said pulling out her emerald. “By the Got emerald of fertility,” Tanya declared holding the emerald.

Like Anita, Tanya too went through a similar Sailor Moon style transformation. Her costume was far more womanly and daring. White arm gloves. A lacey, white bikini bra and skimpy g-panties, a cape, a mask, gold arm bracers, jewelry, pink lipstick and spiked heel shoes with long bare legs. Her emerald sat snug between her massive cleavage.

“Lets check on Tiffany,” Got-Gal declared.

Hearing loud moans and screams both heroines rushed into the bedroom. Both girls were holding Tiffany’s hands as the girl pounded her hips and panted. Her belly was close to nine months and shifted about with some kind of mass inside. Suddenly the mass shifted downward toward her vagina. An explosion of ethereal goo sprayed onto the bed in large, pudding like spurts. Then her lips began to expand and a puss white mass began to extrude from her vagina. The women all watched in horror as the mass oozed out like toothpaste from a tube. It began to take on a worm like appearance being obviously bigger than Tiffany’s opening. It writhed slowly like a caterpillar leaving its cocoon. Got-Chic could see ghoulish eyes and a mouth form and hands start to sprout from its body.

“That’s the same kind of thing that attacked us!” Got-Chic declared.

Got-Gal rushed in and tried to grab the worm-ish ghoul. Her hands sank into it but she could feel it was solid near the core. She pulled it, trying to either choke it or get it free. Tiffany didn’t seem in pain. It was more like she was being raped from the inside out. More and more of the ghoul emerged. Its sprouting arms now formed hands and it began to wrestle with Got-Gal. Finally, with a hefty pull, Got-Gal pulled the creature free of Tiffany. Her and the creature wrestled about but she could see it was quickly changing and becoming more ethereal. Soon she lost her grip on it. The ghoul wailed and flew off like its companion leaving the group of girls horrified.

Tiffany lay exhausted and unconscious. The goo disappeared and all that was left was sweat. Her body seemed to transform back into its firm self in no time.

“Thank goodness she’s alive,” Got-Chic said checking the girl.

“Got-Gal! I’m so glad you’re here!” cried Amber. “What about Tanya?”

“Don’t worry. Ms. O’Donnell is safe. She’s hiding just like you two should be.” Got-Gal replied.

Got-Gal picked up Tiffany and all of them headed out of the room into the hall. Suddenly, a huge force plowed through the girls like a bulldozer sending everyone slamming against walls right and left. One of the spirits grabbed Got-Chic by her beaded hair and slammed her head into the wall dazing the heroine. Got-Chic, too busy trying to hold Tiffany was easily punched in the face and knocked into the room across the hall. The spirits grabbed Amber and Sheri and carried them in opposite directions down the hallway. The girls screamed and struggled but couldn’t hit the ghosts to fight them off.

“They got Amber and Sheri!” Got-Chic cried clenching her fists in anger. “What do you think they’ll do to them?”

“Probably impregnate them like they did Tiffany,” Got-Gal replied holding up Tiffany.

Tiffany was slowly mumbling something under her breath. Tanya held her up and the two heroines could hear her chanting some gibberish in an old language. Her eyes were almost solid white and she definitely appeared to be in some kind of trance.

“What do we do now?” Got-Chic asked.

“Here, lets lock Tiffany in her bedroom. They didn’t take her so I would imagine they aren’t interested in a girl after they… well they mate with her. She’s delusional so I think bed rest is best. We’ll lock her in then try and find the others.” Got-Gal said.

They put Tiffany to bed then locked the huge oak door. “I think we should split up,” Got-Gal said. “I’ll head off this way for Amber. You try and find Sheri. Also look for a way out of here.”

“I’m on it,” Got-Chic declared running off down the hallway. Got-Gal went the other way. Once gone the bedroom door opened. A transfixed Tiffany walked like a zombie headed for the subbasement.

Got-Chic made her way down the long hallway to the west wing of the mansion. It took several minutes for her to make it through the darkness checking each bedroom along the way before she rounded the corner to the next wing. “This place has more rooms than a Holiday inn,” she mused. Suddenly a loud moan followed by some frantic thumps broke the silence. Got-Chic walked slowly down the long hall to the far door. It took some muscle but the teen managed to push the door open.

The room was a private doctors office with an examination table, cabinets full of old chemicals and various old medical equipment. In the fifties, one of the owners was a doctor who had a private office built into the house. The stuff was arcane compared to today’s standards. “Amber, you there? Amber?” Got-Chic explored the semi-light office looking for the missing Asian.

In one of the other side rooms, a bare leg slipped down flat on the floor in a pool of ethereal goo. Over Amber’s now expended body, two ghosts hovered watching Got-Chic from the darkness. A ghostly hand opened one of the medicine chests and pulled out an old bottle labeled chloroform. The bottle floated over a terry rag soaking it thoroughly. The two spirits chuckled in the darkness.

Got-Chic was just about ready to give up when a spirit burst out of the wall and jumped her. The teen wrestled with the ghost making both roll about the room smashing everything in their struggle. Suddenly, the other ghost came up out of the floor from behind Got-Chic.

“WHAT! There’s two of THEM-MMBLM!” The ghost from behind clamped the anesthetic soaked rag over the black teen’s shocked face. Being chloroformed many times Got-Chic instantly recognized the fumes. She fought desperately to escape but the other ghost moved in on her. It grabbed her top by her cleavage and her emerald and began to pull. As it pulled, small arcs of power shot from her Got emerald. With an explosion of energy bolts, the top and the emerald came off and were flung across the room. De-powered, Got-Chic was now far more easily handled.

The ghosts held Got-Chic firmly. They scooped up her bare legs and pulled her to the floor. The fumes were sapping her spunk and fire like a vacuum. Soon, her big brown eyes rolled up and the black teen slipped down unconscious. The ghosts grabbed her hot shorts and pulled them off in frenzy. One of the ghosts spread her legs and sank down over her body. Its member wiggled out then pressed into Got-Chic’s vagina. It sank steadily and forcefully into the teen’s pert mound making Got-Chic moan and struggle in unconscious torment.

The other ghost went to work sucking her large brown breasts. Its member wormed up and penetrated her pump red lips and filled her mouth. The two ghosts went wild raping the helpless teen heroine. They slammed, thrust, raped and banged Got-Chic like mad. Got-Chic, now coming too, began to scream in horror and fight the spirits. Relentless the ghosts violated the young black heroine, mindlessly trying to mate with her.

Driven mad with sensation and still dazed by the chloroform, Got-Chic gave into her erotic ordeal and soared up to climax. The ghost raping her mouth reared back and let out an eerie howl. Its member exploded in her mouth pumping huge amounts of ethereal cum down her throat. Got-Chic instinctually swallowed as fast as she could, trying to breath through the ordeal.

The other ghost exploded inside Got-Chic’s vagina. Its member pumped its seed rich cum deep into her womb filling the teen heroine with seed. The black heroine’s belly began to glow as she was forcefully impregnated. For several moments the ghost slammed its cock into Got-Chic making sure every ounce of cum was deposited. The ghosts floated up over Got-Chic dropping her raped body to the floor in a puddle of goo. They floated about chortling over the now defeated and impregnated heroine.

“Ah, not so arrogant now are you?” the evil tree laughed seeing through the eyes of the spirits the buxom heroine starting to develop. “Just one more and I can fulfill my resurrection.” The tree looked over at Tiffany who was already being wrapped by vines and cocooned in a big pod off the branch of the tree. “Once I have all four, I can use their soul energy to fulfill my destiny,” the tree proclaimed raising up an ominous root which resembled a huge dripping penis.

Got-Gal had found Sheri. The ghost had knocked the young girl out in a babies nursery and was ready to mount her when the buxom blonde burst in. The heroine struggled with the spirit for quite a while being tossed about and slammed around the room. They wrestled and stumbled into a side room full of baby care equipment.

“You won’t get Sheri!” Got-Gal exclaimed throwing baby bottles and chairs at the spirit. The ghost quickly shot downward and sank through the floor. Got-Gal ran after it but missed it by a hair. “Damn coward!” she cried. She could sense it was around but couldn’t see it.

Suddenly the spirit burst down from the ceiling and grabbed her bra to throw her. The two struggled, Got-Gal trying to pull the spirit down and the spirit trying to throw the buxom blonde. Arcs of energy began to shoot from Got-Gal’s emerald as the ghost began to dislodge it and her bra. Then with a spray of energy, Got-Gal’s bra tore from her chest and flung across the room. Her massive 44 breasts sloshed out over her chest like two slabs of Jello.

“My emerald!” she cried rushing for her bra. The ghost lunged at her and tackled her around her bare thighs. Got-Gal fell into a cabinet full of baby bottles and slammed her head on the wood. Dazed and confused, Got-Gal clutched her head in pain. The ghost grabbed a baby bottle and broke it over her head. He then grabbed another, then another breaking each one over the heroine’s head. With a finally blow, Got-Gal collapsed unconscious.

The spirit giggled and laughed grabbing the heroine’s massive breasts. This woman was a much better specimen but the ghost had its duty. It grabbed Got Gal and tied her down to a changing table with her legs together, arms over her head and a thick gag over her mouth. It floated over the sleeping blonde and lusted over her supreme body. It then spied an expressing machine on a table. It brought the machine over and hooked the suction cups to Got-Gal’s huge breasts. It laughed flipping the machine on seeing the tubes tighten and the pump begin sucking. It floated away leaving Got-Gal tied and devastated.

Being impregnated before, the masked beauty’s breasts were susceptible to lactating if given enough pressure. Her nipples swelled then a trickle of milk followed by a stream burst from each nipple. The liquid flowed down the tubes and into baby bottles attached to the machine. Got-Gal moaned under her gag feeling the deep burn from her breasts in her sleep.

In the other room, Sheri’s body floated in the air being screwed viciously by the ghost. It howled in climax then exploded its seed into the helpless girl. For several minutes it pumped its seed into her making her belly glow from impregnation. It then fled leaving the girls spent and pregnant and Got-Gal unconscious, bound and being milked.

Got-Chic groaned in agony as her huge belly shifted about from the eerie mass within. “Damn! That thing… nailed me good…. I have to get away..”

Got-Chic tried to get up but she was too spent to move. She had no idea how long she was lying there but judging by the size of her belly and the speed at which Tiffany gave birth, she knew time was running out. Just then, Amber came staggering by with a blank look on her face and mumbling the same chant Tiffany was.

“NGHH! Amber! Damn it! Don’t leave!” screamed Got-Chic wrestling with her belly. Suddenly a wave of pain wracked through her and she felt a huge pressure in her groin.

“OH NO! NO! This can’t BE!” the teen screamed feeling her vagina bulge.

With a gush of ethereal fluid, her pert lips parted and began to spread. Her white, veiny parasite began its trip outward, plowing her like a huge dildo on its agonizing trip. Got-Chic huffed and panted slamming her hips up and down and side to side. The creature pulled and wiggling gaining every inch but not without driving Got-Chic insane with sensation and pain. Finally, with one last scream the black girl thrust her hips upward and expelled the ghoul. Her tummy flattened and deflated and she lay exhausted in a pool of her own fluids and ethereal slime.

Then a voice rang in her head, a horrific, scary voice. It beckoned her, called to her. She couldn’t resist its call. Got-Chic sat up with a dazed and white eyed stare and began chanting. She staggered out of the room and down to the cellar.

Got-Gal pulled at her bonds but without her emerald she couldn’t break them. She gaped in horror at the milk streaming from her breasts by the express machine. Her breasts were losing their perfect shape, becoming softer and flabbier with each moment.

“Being milked! NO! Got to get… must get free.” The heroine renewed her efforts until she finally managed to pull one arm free. Soon she was ungagging herself and pulling the suction cups from her breasts. She dropped the tubes to the floor then did a double take at the bottle of milk filled in the machine and shook her head in shock.

“Damn! Milked again!? Its not bad but I’m sick of dealing with my breasts getting bigger,” she cursed. She staggered out to see Sheri walking away chanting to herself.

“Oh no sister. You aren’t going anywhere,” Got-Gal said grabbing Sheri and pulling her back into the room. “Now you sit down while I think of what I’m going to do,” Got-Gal said plopping the college girl into a chair and then standing topless thinking to herself.

“ARGH! NO!” hissed the evil tree, “I need that girl! The four that spoke the chant must be part of the ritual!” The tree looked over at Tiffany’s sealed pod and at Amber who was just now being wrapped up. Got-Chic sans her top and bottom walked into the chamber chanting like the others and took her place to be wrapped.

“My evil spirit minions,” the tree said focusing its thoughts, “we have an interloper. I want her violated hard. Do a number on her and use her to build your army,” the tree ordered laugh maniacally.

In the baby’s room Got-Gal kept trying to wake Sheri from her trance. “C’mon girl. You have got to wake up.”

Suddenly, a monumental force grabbed Got-Gal’s g-panties and tore them clean off her hips. Got-Gal spun with a yelp but she could see nothing. Then a ghostly punch rang out across her face sending her staggering. Another blow sent her back toward Sheri. Then two gut-busters slammed into her flat stomach driving her over in pain. The now five ghosts appeared over Got-Gal’s crumpled body and began raining blow after blow down on the super sexy heroine. They picked her up and tossed her across the room, crashing her into a nightstand. As she tried to get up a wooden chair crashed across her back followed by another across her front. With the sounds of Got-Gal being pummeled in the background Sheri headed out of the room.

Got-Gal was hoisted up by one of the spirits. Another slammed a punch into her huge left breasts making the woman scream in pain. Another punch puckered her right breast. Then the spirits began belting her tits like they were punching bags making them mound, mash and splash about violently. They finally let Got-Gal go and the super amazon dropped to the floor in defeat. The ghosts tied Got-Gal’s arms behind her back then laid her flat out on the floor.

The ghosts went wild. They began mauling and mashing her huge breasts, sucking on them madly. They groped and molested her legs and ass. Ghostly hands massaged her mound, rubbing her into a frenzy. One of the ghosts slipped down and began mounting Got-Gal. The heroine’s smooth full figured legs kicked and slid about while the ghoul’s penis dove deep into her motherly hips. Got-Gal fought violently but the ghosts held her firm.

Unlike the other four girls, the ghouls intended to hurt Got-Gal. The ghost mindlessly raped her making her scream and cry in agony. The others did whatever they could to sexually assault her. They pulled and sucked on her tits so hard they began to lift her off the floor. One slapped her face this way and that, then slipped its cock into her mouth and slammed it in and out with abandonment. Another came in from underneath and pushed its cock between her ass cheeks. For several moments it pressed against her coiled anus. Then, with an animalistic scream from Got-Gal, the cock pierced her anus and slipped deep into her ass.

Got-Gal tensed and seized. The ghosts held her firm, pile driving their cocks deep into her. As she screamed in climax, the ghost raping her let her have it with an intense explosion of cum into her defenseless womb. The others climaxed as well sending rivers of cum down her gullet and deep into her ass until both her mouth and rear erupted with goo. They held her while the ghost raping her continued depositing its seed.

Finally, its testicles completely compressed and emptied, the ghost pumped its last ounce of cum into Got-Gal. It pulled out quickly letting her hips drop to the floor like a spent whore and all the ghosts backed way to sit laughing over the now gang raped heroine. She looked down her bruised and cum soaked body in horror to see her belly start to glow from impregnation.

“Oh NO!” she cried, tears streaming from her eyes and cum dribbling from her raped mouth, “NOT THIS! NO!”

In the basement the tree finished its finally windings around Sheri. Now all four girls were cocooned and held in pods from the branches. “Now to use their sexual energy,” the tree cried.

Inside the pods, slimy vines wiggled up each girl’s legs then penetrated them. The pods lunged and thrust from the penetrations. Rhythmically the vines began pumping each girl toward inevitable climax. Soon, Sheri’s pod surged in climax, then Tiffany’s pod. Amber’s soon followed and finally Got-Chic thrust in climax. Each pod glowed with spiritual energy released from the climax and the tree drained the energy for itself. The vines went back to work exacting another wave of climaxes.

Got-Gal rolled on the floor in desperation. The ghosts refused to let her up and even slapped her a few times to keep her down. Her nine-month sized belly shook from the ghastly thing inside. Then the amazon screamed and arched her back. A geyser of ethereal fluid shot out of her vagina, then her lips began to spread. Panting and slamming her hips, Got-Gal squeezed and thrust trying to get the ghoul out of her. A few minutes later Got-Gal screamed one last time and the ghoul plopped to the floor like a big worm. It quickly formed into a ghost and took is place with its brethren.

Suddenly the group of ghouls descended on Got-Gal once more. In horror Got-Gal could only kick her long legs and scream in defiance. Another ghost slammed its cock into her and drove it deep into her womb. More fighting, penetrating and raping devastated Got-Gal. Then the ghost burst inside her depositing its cum and once more impregnating the super amazon.

The night was long and torturous. The young girls in the basement were forced to climax repeatedly being drained of their life force while Got-Gal was repeatedly raped and impregnated by the gang of ghouls. As soon as the blonde, buxom heroine gave birth to one ghoul, another impregnated her, then another, then another. Over and over she sired ghoul after ghoul. She faced perils before but this was too much. She truly met her fate at the hands of these ghosts and she still had no idea how to defeat them. Sometime in the night her will snapped and Got-Gal’s mind slipped into darkness.

* * *

Got-Gal moaned, slowly waking. She had no idea where she was or even if she were alive. She tried to get up but her body ached so much she could barely move. She finally sat up and realized her hands were still tied. So covered in goo and slime her hands were very slippery and she pulled them free.

“NGHH! Oh God! Never been violated so badly. I must have given birth nearly a half dozen times,” she stammered clutching her black and blue stomach. She looked up and realized she was still in the baby’s room. Sunlight shown through the window and a bird chirped in the trees. “Hmmm, ghosts are gone and its daylight. That makes sense. I don’t have much time before sun down.”

She got up and staggered about looking for her costume. She could find no items including her precious Got-Emerald. Her body rejuvenated like it had done so many times before. In no time, her bruises, cuts and welts were gone. Her sagging belly tightened to bikini fitness and her breasts were as plump as ever. “At least my super healing works,” she stammered.

The blonde bombshell made her way downstairs in the nude and tried the door. It was still sealed. She worked her way around all the floors checking every door, window and patio door with no luck. Noon was already passed and time was slipping by fast.

“Ok girl. Think. Got-Chic and the others didn’t just vanish. They have to be around here somewhere. Since I checked all the upper floors, the only place left is the basement,” Got-Gal said swallowing her fear looking down at the basement stairs.

It took a while but she managed to creep down the long flight of stairs to the basement. The area was huge and cavernous and took several hours to explore. She finally found some footprints in the dust leading to a dead end wall while the sun started to set over the horizon. After a few minutes Got-Gal found a loose brick and a secret door opened revealing a long, stone staircase leading down into darkness.

“Well, I better save those girls before I get another lesson teaching from those ghosts,” Got-Gal said with a slight smile.

Suddenly, a thick terry cloth towel clamped over her nose and mouth. Got-Gal reeled back and took in a big lung full of “Chloroform! NO!”

The buxom blonde gyrated for several minutes as the anesthetic sapped her strength. Her eyes grew heavy then rolled up and her eyelids fell closed. The amazon collapsed at the foot of the staircase unconscious.

The old woman dropped the cloth on Got-Gal’s sleeping face and kicked her body a bit. “This one will do even better than that Tanya woman,” the witch laughed.

* * *

Got-Gal slowly came around to the sounds of ghosts howling and shrieking over her. She tried to get up but quickly realized she was shackled to a stone floor with heavy irons. A thick rag was stuffed in her mouth and another was tied around her face to keep her gagged. She looked about and cried out in horror under her gag. A ghastly tree with a demonic face etched in its trunk stood looming at her feet. From its branches, four human sized pods thrust and wiggled as though some helpless prey were caught inside. Got-Gal quickly realized the four sacks were the four girls.

“Ah, awake at last,” the old woman said with her creaky old voice. “I bet you’re wondering what is going on, aren’t you?” she asked cupping Got-Gal’s huge breast and rolling it about slowly.

“You see, this is all a part of my rejuvenation spell. I have been waiting nearly fifteen years for the right moment and the right people. This is my house and my property. I donated it to the school for their little get-togethers in hopes some young nymphs would show. That stupid school kept sending moronic jocks instead. Oh how I wish I had a spell that would use them but alas I needed maidens. Finally this fine group of naughty girls showed up ripe for the picking,” the old woman explained running her weak hands over the slightly struggling pods.

“The spell is a wood spirit spell and works like so. I created the tree here as the collector of spirit energy. It requires four maidens of exceptional beauty to read a spell to summon it. Once summoned, it sends out a wood spirit to impregnate each girl. Once the girls give birth, they become helpless zombies for the tree and return so the tree can wrap them in these pods. The pods sexually stimulate the young maidens inducing climaxes. The tree absorbs the energy from these climaxes till it is ready for the next stage.”

Got-Gal watched as one of the pods shuddered and slammed from its victim’s climax. The pod glowed and the energy sucked up the branch into the tree.

“The next part is the most spectacular. The tree then requires a woman of exceptional figure and health. I will merge with the tree and become one with it. At that moment, the tree will forcefully impregnate the chosen woman. She will give birth to a new me so I may live yet another one hundred years,” the old woman explained laughing at Got-Gal’s predicament.

Got-Gal noticed the woman was holding the witch board from the parlor close to her. The ghosts seemed to avoid the board and it answered why they didn’t attack her. They didn’t seem too bright and were more lustful than anything else.

The old woman then disrobed making Got-Gal cringe at her disgusting body. The tree glowed then it split open and the old woman began to climb inside. She placed the witch board down on the floor at Got-Gal’s feet then she sank into the ghastly tree. Finally, her arm disappeared and the tree closed back up. It glowed and pulsated for several minutes sending the ghosts into a tirade.

Got-Gal took a chance and began smashing the witch board with her heel. She still had some slack in the chain, enough at least to pound the board. The board was old and made out of solid wood. A final whack broke it in half sending arcs of mystic energy dispersing from it.

Then the tree came back to life. Its eyes and mouth now grinned with a demonic fire. A dripping appendage rose up between Got-Gal’s legs and moved ever closer toward the panicked heroine. It slithered up her bare thighs and toward her pert mound. It rose up over its target like a cobra and hovered for several tense seconds. Then it plunged down into Got-Gal’s vagina and sank into the struggling heroine.

For several sexually agonizing minutes Got-Gal thrust and slammed her hips as the tree root mindlessly raped her. Then, surging like a wave, Got-Gal soared up and screamed in climax. At that moment, the root swelled and fired a huge doze of mystic cum deep into her unprotected womb. It pumped and pumped like a fire hose shooting wads of the pug into her struggling hips. The mystic goo had an odd effect on the buxom heroine. She began to get hot flashes and mood swings. Her body, tricked by the pug and its intense hormonal barrage, ovulated.

Nearly five minutes of thrusting and slamming went by as the seed mated with her egg. Then Got-Gal screamed seeing her belly swell and glow as her egg was compromised. The egg sank into her uterus and began to grow at an astronomical rate.

For nearly two hours Got-Gal slowly struggled while her belly grew in size. The tree, now spent of its life force, slowly withered and died, drying up at a fantastic rate. Another hour passed and the blonde bombshell was nine months in size.

Then it happened. Her pregnant belly surged downward toward her vagina making Got-Gal scream in pain. Her lips parted and a spray of water gushed outward. Got-Gal panted under her gag pushing frantically as the mass within started to come out. The first part was the hardest. A baby’s head came pushing out followed by its shoulders and body. With one final push, the bound heroine forced a human baby out. It lay on the floor in a puddle of goo and began to cry instantly.

“Dear God! Never given birth to a real baby before!” Got-Gal thought in mixed terror and joy.

Her slight joy was short lived, however, as the baby began to grow very quickly. It went from baby to toddler in mere seconds. She could see it was a girl and that it seemed to know how to stand as though it already had that information in its head. The girls stood up, growing at an astonishing rate. She was now fourteen and looking very nice. At eighteen she looked gorgeous having nearly the same body as Got-Gal but with dark, brunette hair like the old lady’s. Finally, at age twenty one, the full figured amazon stopped growing and turned to face the restrained Got-Gal.

“Ah, my new body!” the woman said with joy cupping her huge breasts and rolling them in her hands. “I have inherited your great body my dear. Not bad if I do say so myself,” she laughed admiring her new, shapely form.

The woman sauntered over to a stone table and picked up a ceremonial dagger. “Sorry, “MOTHER” but I have to sacrifice you to make me complete. That’s the third part of the spell. If I don’t then I can never enjoy sex. A climax would break the spell and my body would be no more,” she said running her thumb over the sharp blade.

She walked over to Got-Gal and raised the dagger. Suddenly, a pair of ghostly hands cupped her large tits from behind and began mauling them. “ACK! You stupid spirits! I am done with you! Be GONE I say!” the witch blared throwing the hands off and backing away from the ghosts. She smiled and reached down for the witch board only to find it shattered.

“WHAT! My witch board! What did you DO!” she screamed holding up the pieces for Got-Gal to see. Got-Gal shrugged her shoulders and shot her an “oops, sorry about that” look, then she mockingly batted her eyelashes.

The witch screamed and headed for the door only to be blocked by a ghost. She waved the dagger about trying to fend off the spirits but they were closing in fast. The ghosts didn’t seem to care who she was. They just wanted some ass and hers was the ripest around.

Suddenly, a ghost struck from behind knocking the dagger from her hand. Ghostly hands cupped her breasts and mauled them while more arms grabbed her kicking legs and pulled her to the floor. The witch screamed, kicked and punched but she was no match for the small army of spirits. For several minutes she struggled in vain to escape. Finally, one of the ghosts slipped between her legs and plunged its cock into her virginal pussy exacting an animalistic scream from the woman.

It slammed, thrust and banged its cock deep into the witch. Gritting her teeth and trying to resist climaxing, the witch could only stare in horror while she was forcefully mounted. The ghosts reared back and howled. Its testicles compressed and it injected its load into the screaming, shocked witch. The ghost pumped for several minutes depositing its seed rich pug into the evil woman. Then the woman cried out. Her belly glowed then died out as she was forcefully impregnated.

The ghost pulled out and another immediately took its place. Nearly twelve in the gang rape, the ghosts were relentless with the thought of impregnating the new woman the only thing on their minds. The witch screamed again as her belly once more glowed. Hands mashed her breasts. Mouths sucked her nipples. A thick penis plunged between her lips and slipped deep down her throat. Hand stroked her bare legs and ass. All the same time her pussy was plunged and pumped with ghostly pug.

The witch was slamming and panting in feverish desperation. Then she began to clutch and seize. Her body tightened and arcs of mystic energy began firing from her. The witch surged up then screamed in a mind-ripping climax. Her body exploded with mystic energy making Got-Gal close her eyes from the brightness. The room was enveloped in energy and glowed to burning white. Then, with a flash, the light was gone along with the ghosts.

* * *

The shackles were from the 1700s and were fairly easy to escape from. Got-Gal finished putting on her bra and hooked her Got-Emerald in place restoring her strength. She stood over a pile of old bones and watched as they crumpled slowly then turned to dust. The woman had reached her true age of three hundred years.

“Sorry “dear” you had to go out with a “bang”,” Got-Gal smiled.

The tree began to crumple as well, turning to dust in seconds. The pods crumpled and the girls fell out one by one, exhausted and unconscious. Got-Gal scooped up Got-Chic and revived her.

“Wha.. what happened Got-Gal?” Got-Chic stammered trying to stay awake, “I remember giving birth to some ghoul then I don’t remember a thing except for an odd dream about me climaxing a lot.”

“Well, let’s just say the person responsible finally got a taste of her own medicine,” Got-Gal laughed.

“Now I think Got-Gal and Got-Chic need to disappear and Tanya and Anita need to make an appearance,” Got-Gal said, “I have a good idea what we can do with your friends.”

* * *

“I don’t believe it!” Tanya screamed walking into the parlor. The four girls shook awake with a start. They lay on the floor, couch and chairs in their nightgowns and t-shirts looking like sailors just back from shore leave.

“I leave you little rascals alone all day like you ask and I get back to find you all drunk and sleeping! There better have not been any boys here or I swear you’re all in big trouble!” Tanya screamed. “Now get up and get dressed. We have to get out of here and back to school for Monday classes.”

“Oh no Ms. O’Donnell, no boys. We were… we must have been drinking too much,” Tiffany said not knowing what happened and accepting the situation as is.

“Yes, Ms. O’Donnell. No boys at all. We girls don’t want to get knocked up,” Anita replied with a knowing wink.

End.