Candlelight danced on the poster-covered walls as Opal Hughs sat and carved gum from the shock red highlights in her short black hair with a pair of scissors. She had touched up the caches of eye make up where angry tears had streaked them. "They're gonna pay." she told her reflection, grinning as she prepared herself.
	She slipped the long, black robe on over her naked body. A small was a size too big, so the neck drooped loosely on her shoulders and the sleeves covered her hands. Needing to constantly adjust it was getting a little tedious, damn clothing sites with their lying sizes. 
	No matter. Everything was set up perfectly, just as the old book described it. Seven candles, all equidistant from each other with lines of chalk connecting them. She checked the book again. All the symbols and seals in order, nothing out of place. Magic markings to summon spirits and others to bind their will to hers. 
	"They're all gonna pay." Memories snuck up on the girl, bathing her in righteous fury. 'They'll pay for the chewed gum in her hair and the toilet paper on her house and especially for the dissected frog bits they managed to sneak into her lunch that one time. They'd always accused her of being a freak, a witch, so a witch she became. The only question now was who to start with. Those beef-brained jocks or their cheer-leading whores? She could barely contain her excitement. There was no time to triple check her handiwork, she needed her revenge now.
	"Phantoms of the past, heed my call!" Her voice was shaking with anticipation. The chalk lines shimmered like crystal in the dim light. "By the power of this ritual, I bind you, their strength is mine as I command. Return to this plane and become my servants! The dead must serve the living!" Perfect. Just like she had translated from the book. The shadows in the corners of the room began to close in on her and take shape. A dozen or more flickering silhouettes filled her tiny bedroom, a ghostly communion, an undead army. 'My undead army.' Her smile grew wider and her voice bolder. "Go forth, my minions. Take my revenge on the squirming worms in this backwash town!" Her chest pounded so much, she thought she might burst.
	"No." A strange, wavering voice, though obviously a man's. 
	"Excuse me? You dare defy the sorceress who summoned you?"
	"You're far off from being a 'sorceress'. Hell, I don't even think you're a girl." The owner of the mocking voice flicked at the short shock of hair that covered her left eye. She hadn't realized he was so close. His shady form seemed to flicker with the light of the candles.
	"Let's see where you fucked up." A second form stepped forward from the black mass and loomed over her summoning circle. "These glyphs are all wrong, the circle's misshapen, the- Oh. Oh, no..."
	"What is it?" A third figure asked. Opal could see that the rest of the odd group was meandering around her room, talking amongst themselves and picking through her stuff. Annoyance bubbled in her stomach.
	"We're bound to the plane, but not to her. We're fuckin' stuck here and, since she can't give us any tasks to fulfill, there's no way to get back."
	"Way to go, Junior." the first voice chimed, this time giving the failed witch a light swat on the back of her head.
	"Okay, first of all, don't touch me. Second, I'm not a boy, asshole. Third, I followed the book exact- Hey!" A pair of these undead idiots had managed to find the shoebox she kept under her bed. They dug through its contents an chuckled to themselves, eventually pulling out her long, silver- "Put that back! Just figure out a way I can get rid of you all, okay?" She started to push through the crowd, face burning with an unhealthy mix of rage and embarrassment. The trio of spirits that had gathered around the circle ignored her as she went.
	
	"So that's it? We're just stranded here forever?" said the first.
	The second shook what passed for his head. "Far as I can't tell, man. Unless there's some way of binding us to a host I don't know about. Fuckin' amateurs."
	A long pause followed, each apparition tried his best to come to terms with their new-found fate.
	Finally, the third spoke. "I think I might know a way..."

	"Gimme that!" Opal grabbed her toy back from the prying, shadow hands and slammed it back in the box.
	"Ain't you a little young to be keepin' such grown up toys around?" The figure chuckled in an unbearable southern drawl.
	"It's a back massager and I'm eighteen, ya bumpkin. Don't touch that!" She stomped to yet another spirit who was currently trying to liberate the posters from her wall, nearly tripping over her hefty robe the whole way. She felt a little proud at how she was dealing with this, given the circumstances. Most people might panic at this kind of supernatural shenanigans but, even if it was only because of her anger, the teen was taking this all in stride.
	"We think we've found a way to fix this." The first phantom had come up behind her while she was trying to shoo the spirit ransacking her drawers.
	"Oh, yeah?" she would have had more to say, but the phantom grabbed her waist and tossed her to the bed. She bounced on her stomach and landed on her hands and knees, stunned. The bottom of the frumpy gown flew up with the bounce, landing halfway up her back and exposing her pale backside. The whole room went silent as thirteen pairs of ghostly eyes turned to the slim girl on the bed. Opal felt so mad she could spit. She almost did spit until the second spirit cut in.
	"Carnal binding. Fuck magic. You take care of all of us and we all get bound to you. Once we're bound, we have to obey. The sooner we take care of whatever the hell you summoned us for, the sooner we get to move on. Deal?"
	"What?" was all she could get out before an opaque set of finger tips brushed up the inside of her slim, milky thigh and pressed against pink petals of her sex. A shock wave of warm pleasure pulsed through her. She hated how nice it felt, hated herself for enjoying it so, but the pleasure grew with the anger. The way the apparition teased her entrance with his whole hand almost made her forget why she was angry in the first place. What logic she had left told her this wasn't normal and she promptly ignored it.
	A minute of silent caressing passed before she finally answered with a faint, "Well, I guess if it gets rid of you guys."
	It was like a floodgate had shattered. She yelped as the first ghost plunged two fingers inside of her, her open mouth only inviting another pair of fingers to dive between her lips. The hands of a dozen unseen lovers stroked and poked at every inch of her body. Some took handfuls of slender ass and kneaded, spreading her rear hole until another, even more daring hand, slid his fingers inside there as well. The skinny teen moaned and sucked at the spectral digits greedily as the slipped over her tongue and down to the back of her mouth. They rubbed her legs and massaged her feet, ran invisible fingers through her hair and tickled the nape of her neck with odd kisses. Their touch was insubstantial, but somehow still felt solid. Like a bunch of well-placed jets of warm water flowing all over her body. She felt a hard tug and heard a loud rip and her itchy robe flew in a bunch of discarded tatters to the far corner of the room. Her bare chest provided countless of new opportunities. Her minuscule breasts were pressed together and squeezed tightly. Incorporeal fingers slipped through the already present hands, pinching and pulling her pert, pink nipples.
	She tried to keep the pair of fingers in her mouth with her tongue as they left her. She only had to feel lonely for a moment before something broad and hot pushed against her soft lips. She parted them slightly to allow the shadowy cockhead to enter her greedy mouth. It was odd going, a mixture of instinct and mimicking what she'd seen women on the internet do, but she rolled her tongue and sucked on the length, hoping her first ever blowjob was a good one. Her eyes flittered to the ceiling, hoping to see her shady lover staring back at her and finding nothing but the poster plastered wall. Another ethereal member patted her on her right cheek, leaving a bit of sticky residue behind. It was promptly joined by a third on her right which deposited its own glob of strange, ghostly pre into her curtain of hair. The spectral fingertips that had trapped her nipples gave one last, long tug and released. A wave of adrenaline ecstasy crashed over her, making her gasp and, regrettably, letting the lovely length escape her wet mouth with a pop.
	Something was wrong. Why wasn't she fighting? All the anger had washed away and Opal found herself wanting, needing to be used. All the hands moved in unison to turn her over onto her back. One invisible erection pushed into her tight sex easily while a second tried to enter her rear. She giggled like some stupid girl and showered kisses on a cock that had wandered back to her face. Something brushed the fingertips of her left hand and she wrapped her slender fingers around it and began to furiously stroke. The same happened on her right, but this one was so thick that she thought she would need both hands to reach completely around it. One of the ghosts pressed her petite breasts together and ran his rod through the space in between. The hands never stopped moving. They rubbed and teased every inch of her. Opal moaned at their touch and grinned when the cock she had been giving so much attention to pushed past her lips once more, smearing pre against her tongue.
	Everything Opal had read online said the stuff tasted terrible, but she supposed they couldn't really account for ghosts. To her, the paste tasted like strawberries. She wanted to swallow every last drop.
	The cock that had been pushing against her backside finally broke through. The feeling overwhelmed her. The two phantom cocks moved as one, pounding her, crushing her inner wall between them. Opal groaned around the hard thickness in her throat, feeling the friction of the rods inside her add to the rapturous heat in her belly. She heard a distant grunt and felt the spectral cock in her pussy explode, filling her with fuzzy warmth and pushing her over the edge herself. 
	As she shook and moaned, a blast of strawberry-flavored ghost cum shot down her throat. She tried to relax and swallow all of it, but a few precious globs escaped the corner of her mouth. 'Someone must have enjoyed the show.' she thought as a spray of translucent cum coated her neck and chin. The spirit that had been playing with her chest sighed and resigned her little bust to another who began to knead her overly sensitive tits with rough hands.
	The ghost using her ass continued to pound, prolonging her climax. Her head buzzed and she felt the softening member leave her mouth. She licked at the corners of her mouth as if by instinct, savoring the delicious cum that had gotten away. The especially thick member she had been servicing with her hand floated to her mouth, obviously anxious to go next. Opal grinned from ear to ear and let him enter. He stretched throat relentlessly, forcing his way down no matter how much she sputtered and gagged. She screamed around him as another phantom phallus entered her still quivering, and now vacant, sex.
	She felt like she was floating. The sensation of being so thoroughly used on every piece of her body sent waves of electric ecstasy rolling over her. She felt a second spectral member try to join the one in her pussy and tried to yell in protest. Her weak objection was immediately silenced as the thick cock in her throat released a suitably heavy load into her gaping mouth.
	Like a chain reaction, the incredible abuse her mouth received made her peak again. The shivering, quivering motions of her sopping wet sex made the two cocks within reach their own orgasms. The tightness of it all made the spirit pumping at her rear finally release. Perhaps it was the sight of it all that made the rest cum. Even her feet became coated in ghostly goo.
	The failed witch only got a moment to catch her breath before she was lifted to her knees. A dozen or so shadowy lengths loomed in front of her, some still at half mast, but most still throbbing, still begging for more. She happily realized that her job wasn't quite done. She only regretted that all she had to offer them was a pair of hands and a mouth. She put them to work, anyway.
	Opal attacked the mob of cocks with a flurry of fingers and kisses. She took three at a time and moved her way down the line, eventually coating each member with slobber. One by one, they began to come. The tiny teen's mouth hanged open, trying to catch every jet of jizz and silently lamenting every dropped that missed its mark. By the end of it all, she was left, a panting coated mess, on the stained mattress. The red curtain of hair clung in a sticky, matted mess to one half of her face and her heavy make up ran in streams down her cheeks. She felt a satisfied, almost euphoric, grin creep to her mouth.
	"You feel anything different?" One of her ethereal lovers asked.
	"Not a fucking thing. I knew that shit wouldn't work." Another answered and then approached her. "Looks like we're still stuck like this. Sorry about that. Guess we'll just have to make the best of it, eh?"
	Opal Hughs collapsed, exhausted, onto her bed.