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Voyeurism	By : megabsupreme Category: +G through L > Ghostbusters (Filmation) > Ghostbusters (Filmation) Views: 3109 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Real Ghostbusters, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-PROLOGUE
- 2-PART 1
- 3-PART 2
- 4-PART 3
- 5-PART 4
- 6-PART 5
- 7-PART 6
- 8-PART 8
- 9-PART 9
- 10-PART 10
- 11-PART 11
- 12-PART 12
- 13-PART 13
- 14-PART 14
- 15-PART 15
- 16-PART 17
- 17-PART 18
- 18-PART 19
- 19-PART 20
- 20-PART 21
- 21-PART 22
- 22-PART 23
- 23-PART 24
- 24-PART 25
- 25-PART 26
- 26-PART 27
- 27-PART 28
- 28-PART 29
- 29-PART 30
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Haunt Quarters
Prime Evil stood brooding in front of his Bone-troller. He was disgusted by what he’d witnessed the humans doing. “Filthy mortals. They do the most contemptible things in the name of that disgusting emotion . . .” He cringed and grumbled the word. “ . . . love.”

Scared Stiff stood beside him, shaking as usual. The demon wizard had gone personally to the robot’s room to retrieve him to watch Jake and Jessica. He was only grateful that he’d completed his work on the ‘sex toy’ for the female ghosts before then. It would have been hard to explain for him, but he knew it would be even harder for them to explain! They were going to dig their own graves . . . again! “Sex is the most vile thing I have ever witnessed, great master of evil. I wish I could take out my eyeballs and scrub the images out of them.”
“Allow mehelphelp you, buffoon!” Prime Evil zapped Scared Stiff in the back of the head with a small energy blast, and the cowardly specter’s eyes popped out and rolled away. He chased after the sound of their rolling and tripped over a loose wire. He fell to the ground and broke into pieces. Prime Evil laughed wickedly. “That is much better, Scared Stiff. Your stupidity never ceases to entertain me.”
Scared Stiff pulled himself together and replied wearily, “Glad to be of service, your meanness.”
Once he was in one piece again, the undead underling stood by his master’s side again. “Look, Scared Stiff. They are asleep. This is the perfect time to strike! Come! We will assemble a small strike force to attack them while they slumber. Go get Fangster, Trancelot and Haunter. I will get Mysteria and Apparitia. We will leave at once!
Scared Stiff smiled evilly and snapped to attention. “Yes sir, boss!” He took off to quickly follow his master’s orders. He wished he could see the look on the female ghosts’ faces when Prime Evil caught them doing something so detestable!
Prime Evil started by going to Mysteria’s chambers. He was surprised to find that she wasn’t there. He narrowed his eyes angrily, and made a mental note to punish her severely for not being where he could find her.
He then proceeded to Apparitia’s room. He heard strange sounds coming from within. Then he heard her voice.

“Oh! Turn it up!”
“Mmmmm! Yes! Yes!”
That sounded like Mysteria. He moved silently toward the door, stopping just outside. As he approached the entrance to her chamber, he could see Apparitia’s silhouette on the far wall. She was quivering, her head thrown back. She was sitting on something, but he could not make out what from the shadow. As he got closer, he could see Mysteria’s shadow as well, and she appeared to be sliding to and fro on the floor in front of whatever Apparitia was sitting on. ‘Such odd images,’ he thought as he came closer still.

He finally went into the room, and found a most unexpected scenario. There were his two sorceresses completely naked, and being fucked senseless by what appeared to be a large dual-action pump. Apparitia was straddling the machine while Mysteria lay on the floor in front of it. They both clutched at their breasts, kneading and caressing. They both looked very solid, and he noticed that they were actually panting, as if they could still breathe and were struggling to do so.
Prime Evil turned red with fury when he saw the two thick piston rods pumping in and out of them. Neither of them saw or heard him as they were both panting with their eyes closed. Mysteria held what looked like the machine’s control switch. The gauge read about halfway to the maximum speed. He watched as she increased the speed slowly, and the pair was engulfed in a tide of even greater pleasure. He noticed their shadows on the wall again, this time with clearer discernment of what he saw. Ritual candles stood burning around the room, and he instantly understood why they were lit.
“Stop this at once, damn you!” he bellowed. “You will not pay homage to any master but the one who stands before you, now or ever! How dare you honor that bitch Hecate in my halls!”
The two females cringed and opened their eyes. They didn’t even have the capacity for speech. They were shocked and terrified as they stared uncertainly into their master’s cold, angry face. Mysteria turned the speed knob down to zero and they waited fretfully for the punishment they knew was to follow.
Prime Evil just looked at them with undisguised abhorrence, but he did not attack them. “Get up, get dressed, and come down to the throne room at once! If you serve me well in the attack on the Ghostbuster and his reporter tonight, perhaps I will overlook your disgraceful actions.”
They both nodded dumbly, and then watched as Prime Evil left, his head smoking as if it were on fire. They looked at each other and shrugged. Mysteria turned the machine back on, full-power. The piston rods moved at an incredible rate as the witches moaned and cried out. Mysteria was the first to climax. A cloud of mist spewed forth from the meeting of her thighs. It looked as if someone had poured warm water over dry ice. She lay in sated bliss for a few minutes, then rose, placed the control pad into her lover’s hands, and vanished in a cloud of mist. “I will meet you in the great hall.” Her voice carried through the air like gossamer strands on the wind.
Apparitia reached her own pinnacle a few minutes later. Her ‘sexoplasm’, as they had dubbed it, ran down over the rear surface of the machine as the sorceress collapsed down upon the front of it. She did not have the luxury of recouping as Mysteria had, so she got up on shaky limbs and walked further into her chambers to clean up and dress.
The former servants of Hecate arrived in Prime Evil’s court just before he began to lose patience.
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