8 Penelope Spectra

Staring down at the fake hospital she's just finished building, Penelope Spectra grins wickedly, hands on her hips as plans swirl through her head. This is it… this is how she's going to get back at all those twerps, once and for all. Obviously, she'd made lots of mistakes her first time through the area. Posing as a high school counselor at Casper High had been a stroke of genius, to be clear, but she'd gone about it all wrong.

And that damn ghost boy had ruined ALL of her plans. Well, this time he wouldn't be able to ruin anything. He wouldn't even know what hit him, not before it was too late. She was going to-

"No. No, this is all wrong. I don't like it."

Thoughts promptly derailed by the very familiar voice of the Phantom, the ghost villainess whirls about to find the half-ghost floating in the air above her, his arms crossed over his chest as he looks down at her with some level of distaste on his face.

"Phantom!"

How?! How had he located her so quickly? She'd taken every precaution to try and move unseen on her latest venture into the human world, and yet here he was, before she'd even truly been able to put her plan in motion.

"The hospital is nice… but where's your human form? I don't like the ghost look, Spectra. You rocked the red business suit and pencil skirt so much damn better. Mm, those high heels…"

Despite herself, despite it usually being SHE who preyed on others, feeding on people's misery, Phantom's words manage to cut deep. All she is right now is a black, shapeless specter. Oh sure, she has some of her defining characteristics, but when she's not in her human form, she doesn't even have LEGS. In all honesty, Penelope does prefer to be in her human disguise more often than not, but she can't very well go about telling the halfa that, now can she?

"That's nothing but a disguise, Phantom! It means nothing to me! And soon… soon I'll have an all-new look, thanks to you and all your little friends! Nice of you to drop by early to contribute your part to the cause now!"

It was half-bluster, but in all honestly, she wasn't actually bluffing. This might have thrown all of her plans into disarray, but now that he was here before her, Penelope knew that she needed to take the chance for what it was. She would have preferred to gather DNA samples from the various students in Casper High BEFORE moving onto this stage of the plan, but ultimately, she needed the half-ghost's DNA most of all to grant full power to her new body, as well as to stabilize it.

So, if he wanted to deliver himself to her doorstep, fine! He could be her new hospital's first patient! Grinning almost ferally, the ghostly black specter launches herself through the air towards the halfa, aiming to wipe that smug smirk right off his face. She's going to tear him apart and then while he's putting himself back together, she'll-

… Why was she suddenly on the ground? Penelope stares up at the starry night sky overhead, suddenly feeling a lot more corporeal than a moment ago. Or… had it been a moment? Sitting up abruptly, Penelope belatedly realizes she's no longer outside, no longer next to the fake hospital she'd just finished 'constructing'. She was… back in her old office, at Casper High School.

More than that, she was in her old body. Or what she'd begun to think of her old body, as she got closer and closer to making her plan to create a perfect body for herself actually happen. The red business suit with the pencil skirt and high heels was back, as was the pair of spectacles perched on her nose. She felt… surprisingly young, actually. Her human disguise was only young when she'd fed on human misery recently, and truth be told, she hadn't been keeping up with it too much as of late.

And yet, it was like she'd just dined on an entire buffet of depression and sadness without even knowing it, because truth be told, she'd never felt younger, never felt more beautiful. Her human form was currently in its prime and she was… Phantom! Belatedly, it hits Penelope that the only way she could possibly be here was if Phantom had brought her here and… and done something to her.

Getting to her feet, she finds him sitting behind her old desk, watching her, his feet up on the desk and crossed as he leans back in the chair, smirking easily.

"Welcome back to the land of the living, Ms. Spectra. And… welcome back to Casper High."

Penelope's hands curl into fists, even as the ghost villainess tries to figure out what's happened. The last thing she remembered was launching herself at the half-ghost currently in front of her, but after that, it was just blank. Obviously, attacking Phantom hadn't gone well. How could he be that strong though? How could he?

"You're confused. I can tell. Hey… why don't you show me your tits while you figure out what's going on, alright?"

Ugh, she didn't want to, but fine, whatever. Even as Penelope tries to puzzle out what happened to get her from Point A to Point B, her hands uncurl and her fingers deftly undo the buttons on her red suit jacket, which she takes off and lays over the back of the nearest chair. Then, the beautiful woman begins to unbutton her blouse, showing off the red bra she's wearing beneath it.

It's only as she flips up her bra and reveals her human form's sizable breasts to the Phantom's eyes that Penelope realizes what she's just done. Her own eyes widen, and she hastily covers herself up, much to the half-ghost's chagrin. But he gets over it quickly enough, laughing at her before snapping his fingers.

"Now, now. Don't cover yourself up, slut. I didn't give you permission."

Now that she's aware of it, Penelope can only watch in horror as her own hands refuse to respond to her will, coming down off her tits and revealing them to the world once more. While the ghost boy wolf whistles at the sight, a humiliated Penelope is trying to figure out what's going on.

"Y-You! What have you done to me?!"

Finally lifting his boots off the desk, the halfa stands up and laughs.

"What have I done to you? I'd think that's obvious. I've made you young. I've made you beautiful. You can feel it, can't you? MY energy, coursing through you."

Green eyes go wide at that, even as the white-haired young man walks through the desk like it isn't even there, coming to a stop before her with his arms crossed over his chest and an infuriating smile on his face. He'd… he'd given her the energy she was currently brimming with? Well, it was the last mistake he'd ever make!

Letting out a snarl, Penelope lifts both hands and tries to use the power at her fingertips to bring the ghost boy to his knees. Of course… nothing happens. He just lifts a brow, even as her powers fail to respond in the same way her arms had refused to obey her orders to keep covering her exposed chest. Which was still exposed, right now.

She… she couldn't attack him. For some reason, while she could certainly want it, she wasn't allowed to DO it.

"You belong to me now, Ms. Spectra. And so long as you keep me nice and happy, I'll go ahead and feed you my energy and keep you young and beautiful forever and ever. That's the carrot. Piss me off, and you'll find out about the stick."

"H-How? How did someone like you get this… this much power?"

Chuckling darkly, the Phantom takes a step towards her, and Penelope feels an almost instinctive, primal fear screaming at her. Its her ghost instincts acting up, and if she weren't currently trapped in her human disguise, she would have fled right then and there. As it is, her eyes get even wider than before, and her legs tremble beneath her pencil skirt as she shivers in the face of Phantom's power.

She doesn't need to know HOW he obtained it, to know it exists. Logically, she had to acknowledge that she'd known he was strong from the moment he'd trapped her in her human form and brought her here without her even remembering what happened. But knowing was a far cry from actually experiencing it, and the ghostly villainess could FEEL the Phantom's power right now.

"Kneel."

She sinks to her knees without a word of complaint, beautifully red lips parting slightly as she stares up at the half-ghost in shock. Distracted by his presence, she doesn't even notice he's taken out his cock until he slaps it down across her upturned face, laying the slab of meat along the bridge of her nose. Her nostrils flare instinctively, and her tongue darts up to taste it.

… It tastes of power. What the fuck? Before she can even stop herself, Penelope has taken the Phantom into her mouth, his cock disappearing past her ruby red lips as she begins to suck enthusiastically, eagerly even, desperate for more of that taste. And she's getting it too. The ghost woman doesn't for a moment think that all of his power is concentrated in his cock or something juvenile like that.

All this means is that Phantom has enough power, enough strength, that just touching him, just being in contact with him is enough to give her a buzz. She could cuddle close to him and get the same effect, but given his order for her to kneel, she knows exactly what the ghost boy wants. No… not ghost boy. This cock is ALL man, and Penelope just can't get enough of it.

He knows what effect he's having on her too. Looking up into his eyes, Penelope can see the Phantom's satisfaction, as well as his wicked smug smirk. His gloved fingers grip at her red hair tightly, and he begins to thrust forward past her lips, pushing his large cock deeper into her mouth than she intended for it to go, pushing right down her throat.

"Gagkh… Gagkh… Gagkh!"

He chokes her on his cock, gagging her right then and there in the office that had been hers, once upon a time. The very same office where she'd made children feel so deliciously miserable about themselves, ruining them bit by bit for her own pleasure, her own vanity. Now she's nothing but a tool for the Phantom, a toy for him to play with and extract satisfaction from. Drool collects on her chin, before eventually dripping down onto her tits, but Penelope can do nothing about it, her hands in her lap as her mouth is treated like some sort of fleshlight.

Eventually, the half-ghost lets out a groan and then pulls back, painting her pretty features liberally with his cum. He covers her in the stuff, making sure to coat her in a nice, thick layer before he's done. Only once he's done does he let up at all, letting out a satisfied sigh as he watches Penelope try to recover for a moment. And she does, she truly does. But it's not every day that you're enslaved by a halfa and then face fucked on his cock.

On top of that, the Phantom doesn't give her very long to recover. Before Penelope can even do or say anything about her current humiliating predicament, he uses her hair to drag her to her feet and bend her over the nearby desk that she'd once sat behind and ridiculed teens at, day in and day out. A yelp exits the ghost woman's lips, followed by an honest-to-god squeak as her skirt is flipped up, her pantyhose torn open, and her panties are yanked down to her knees.

The Phantom is inside of her a second later and fucking her hard from behind as the entire desk is jostled and jarred with every damn thrust. Penelope's eyes go crossed, even as cum drips off her face and her tits. It feels… it feels good. A lot better than she was expecting, in fact. It's not long before she's moaning like some wanton whore, and that's when the Phantom strikes, literally. His open palm comes down hard on her ass as he fucks her, while he grabs her hair with his other hand and drags her head backwards to speak into her ear.

"Welcome back to Casper High, Ms. Spectra. Your presence was sorely missed. You're going to be my little pet from now on, is that understood? You're going to do the job you should have been doing the first time you were here, and if you fuck up, I'm going to fucking punish you. You're mine now, Penelope Spectra… best to start getting used to it."

As her eyes roll back in her head, her youthful, beautiful body feeling fuller of life than ever before, Penelope thinks she just might be able to. It's just… just so good. His cock fills her again and again, and as they fuck the rest of the night away, the ghost woman can't quite bring herself to be upset that things have turned out this way. She's never felt more ALIVE!

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