In the Clutches of the Ghost Witch

Note: This story was written with assistance by various AI. I provided prompts and edited the results to make sense, creating something resembling a full story. Enjoy.


Daphne Blake woke up strapped to a table in the basement of the haunted house she and the gang had been investigating. To her horror, she’d been stripped of her clothes, leaving her naked and immobile. The room was dark and silent, only a dull light from a distant corner providing a slight sense of illumination. She heard her friend’s voices from behind the door to the right of her, and began to yell out to them, but then a hand clamped over her mouth, and the sound of heavy breathing filled her ear.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Daphne. You’ll be wanting to keep as much energy as possible for me.”
It was the voice of the Ghost Witch of Old Salem, a being the group had encountered at a local theater. Daphne had no idea why the creature had abducted her and brought her back to its home, but she did know that she was in a world of trouble.
“What are you going to do to me?” Daphne asked, the words barely intelligible due to the Witch’s palm pressed over her mouth.
The Witch chuckled, her warm breath blowing over Daphne’s face and causing her to cringe in disgust. “I’m going to do the same thing to you that I did to your friend Velma.”
At the mention of her best friend, Daphne’s heart sunk. The Witch had kidnapped Velma, and had used her as a sex slave for days. Finally, the group had found her in a cabin deep in the woods, and had set her free. It was the Witch who had killed the old man that owned the house, and it was her who had killed the real estate agent that had brought the gang there. Daphne hoped that the same fate didn’t await her, but something told her that she wouldn’t be so lucky.
“I’m going to enjoy playing with you,” The Witch said, licking the side of Daphne’s face. “I’m going to have my fun with you, and then I’m going to recapture Velma and finish what I started with her.”
“You leave Velma alone,” Daphne yelled, and then let out a scream of pain as the Witch’s claws dug into her side.
“That’s no way to treat your mistress,” the Witch said. She released her grip on Daphne and moved to a nearby table. She picked up a dildo, and turned back to the terrified redhead. “Are you ready for your punishment, whore?”
Daphne whimpered, and shook her head.
“Too bad,” The Witch said. She approached Daphne, and grabbed the redhead’s large breasts. “I can’t wait to make you scream”
She lifted the dildo and dragged it along Daphne’s body. The redhead whimpered and struggled as the rubber toy dragged along her stomach, tracing its way down to her pussy. Suddenly, the sensation stopped. She opened her eyes and saw that the Witch was standing over her, a smile on her face.
“Are you ready to beg me for forgiveness?” She asked.
“Never!” Daphne shouted.
The Witch sighed. “So much for an easy night. Looks like I’ll have to break out the big toys.”
She left the room, and Daphne breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe the others would find her, and they’d be able to rescue her before the Witch came back. She closed her eyes, and began to pray that her friends would save her.
Velma Dinkley woke up in a cold sweat. She had had another nightmare, the third one this week. Every time she closed her eyes, the memory of the Ghost Witch came back to her, and she was powerless to stop it. Her friends had rescued her, and she was safe at home now, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that the Witch was going to come back. And every night, the Witch did.
Velma looked around her room, taking in the familiar surroundings. Her laptop was on her desk, where she’d left it, and her book bag was sitting on the floor next to her bed. She was safe. Nothing was going to happen to her.
She laid back down, and tried to fall back asleep, but it was no use. Every time she closed her eyes, the nightmare returned, and she was helpless once again. She got up, deciding to get on her laptop and check her email.
As she waited for her computer to boot up, she couldn’t help but think about what had happened to her. The Witch had captured her, and had used her as a sex slave. The Witch had tortured her, and had forced her to do things she’d never imagined doing. And it had all been because the Witch wanted to hurt her friends. Velma knew that the Witch would never let her go, and she knew that the Witch would never let her friends go. And as much as she hated to admit it, the Witch had gotten into her head. She could still feel the Witch’s hands on her body, and the pain of the Witch’s torture. And the worst part was that she could still feel the pleasure.
The Witch had made her cum more times than she could count, and it was something that Velma would never be able to forget. She had tried to resist, but the Witch had a way of making her body respond in ways that she’d never experienced. And now, here she was, in her room, alone, and she was craving the touch of the Witch.
She opened her email, and found a suspicious message waiting for her. She opened it, and found a video file. She clicked on the file, and the video began to play. The video showed a room similar to the one she’d been kept in when the Witch had kidnapped her, and Velma gasped when she saw Daphne strapped to a table, naked and screaming in pain. The Witch appeared on the screen, and began to feel up her body.
Velma watched in horror as the Witch toyed with Daphne, and then she watched in disgust as the Witch pleasured herself as Daphne begged for mercy. As Velma watched, she found her pussy aching with desire. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing, and yet she couldn’t look away. The video continued, and Velma watched as the Witch tortured Daphne.
Finally, the Witch left the room, and Velma watched as Daphne writhed in on the table. Velma’s hand slid between her legs, her eyes glued to the screen as Daphne struggled against her bonds. Velma’s fingers moved faster, and her breath grew heavier.
Soon, the Ghost Witch returned to the room, bearing a large dildo. She walked up to Daphne, and grabbed her hair. Daphne screamed, and the Witch shoved the dildo into her mouth. Daphne’s pretty lips stretched around the rubber cock as the Ghost Witch fucked her face with it.
Velma’s fingers moved faster and faster, her orgasm building. She couldn’t look away from the screen, her eyes locked on Daphne’s wide, terrified eyes as her mouth was violated. She was close, so close, and then the video ended.
Velma’s orgasm hit her hard, and she collapsed back onto her bed, her body shaking. Her mind raced, and her breathing was heavy. She couldn’t believe what she’d just seen, and yet she couldn’t deny how good it had felt.
“What the hell is wrong with me?” She whispered. “I just came watching my best friend be raped by some creep in a costume.”
She had no idea what was going on, or why she was having these thoughts, but she knew one thing for sure.
The Ghost Witch had gotten inside her head, and she didn’t know how to get her out.
That evening, Velma decided to seek out the Ghost Witch. She knew it was crazy, and she knew that the others would never understand, but she had to do it. She had to try and make peace with the creature, and find out why she had targeted Velma and Daphne. She had a lot of questions, and she needed some answers.
She went to the theater, knowing that the Witch would be there. The Ghost Witch had been using the theater as her base of operations, and Velma knew that it was the best place to start looking. She walked into the theater, and made her way backstage. She found the door to the Witch’s lair, and took a deep breath.
“Here goes nothing,” she said, and pushed the door open. On the other side, she was immediately confronted with the sight of Daphne, naked and tied up. She hung suspended in the air, a ball gag in her mouth. She seemed to be unconscious, and Velma’s first instinct was to run and help her friend. As she approached her, though, those dangerous thoughts returned.
She remembered how helpless Daphne had looked in that video, how much it had excited her to see the Ghost Witch have her way with her. She shook her head, trying to clear her mind, but she couldn’t seem to rid herself of those feelings.
As she approached Daphne, her hand moved on its own, reaching out to touch the redhead’s body. Her fingers brushed over Daphne’s soft skin, and she couldn’t help but notice how smooth it was. Her hands moved up to Daphne’s large breasts, and she cupped them, feeling their weight in her palms. She couldn’t stop herself. Her hands moved over Daphne’s body, exploring every inch of it.
“Wakey wakey, bitch,” Velma heard a voice say, and her eyes snapped up.
The Ghost Witch was standing there, a cruel smile on her face.
“Oh look, your friend came to play with you,” The Ghost Witch said.
Velma froze, her hand still on Daphne’s breast. Her eyes glanced over to Daphne, and she realized that her friend was awake. Her eyes were filled with fear, and Velma knew that she had to get them out of this.
“Please, let her go,” Velma said, her voice pleading. “You can have me, but please let her go.”
The Witch laughed, and shook her head. “That’s not how this works, bitch,” she said. “Now, why don’t you finish what you started, and maybe I’ll consider letting you both go.”
Velma looked down at Daphne, and felt shame wash over her. She didn’t want to hurt her friend, but the desire was too strong to ignore. She leaned in, and kissed Daphne’s soft lips. She kissed her around the ball gag in her mouth, her tongue reflexively licking the ball as their lips touched.
Daphne moaned, and Velma felt her resolve crumble. She pulled away, her lips still tingling from the kiss.
“That’s more like it,” The Ghost Witch said. “You know, she’s quite defenseless right now. You could do whatever you wanted to her. I won’t stop you.”
Velma nodded, her eyes fixed on the helpless redhead. Her hands moved lower, and she found herself cupping Daphne’s warm pussy. Daphne moaned again, her hips moving to meet Velma’s touch.
Velma was surprised, but she continued to caress Daphne’s body. She had never thought about Daphne in this way before, but now she couldn’t stop herself. She pushed two fingers into Daphne’s pussy, and began to pump them in and out, fucking her friend as the Ghost Witch looked on.
“That’s a good little slut,” The Ghost Witch said. “Show your friend how much you love her.”
Velma continued to finger Daphne, her palm rubbing against the redhead’s clit as her fingers plunged deeper into her wetness. Daphne moaned, her hips moving in rhythm with Velma’s thrusts.
Suddenly, the Ghost Witch appeared behind Daphne. She wrapped her arms around the redhead, and began to play with her tits. Daphne cried out, her body trembling as the two women assaulted her senses.
“That’s right, little bitch,” The Ghost Witch hissed. “Your friend is fucking you so good. She’s enjoying this so much.”
Daphne’s body shook, her pussy convulsing around Velma’s fingers. Velma didn’t stop, her fingers moving faster and faster as she fucked her friend to orgasm. Daphne’s body stiffened, and her eyes rolled back into her head. Velma continued to fuck her, her palm rubbing against Daphne’s clit as she came.
Finally, Daphne slumped forward, spent. Velma pulled her fingers from Daphne’s pussy, and held them up to the light. They were covered in Daphne’s juices, and Velma couldn’t help but taste them.
“How’d that feel, little slut?” The Ghost Witch asked, slapping Daphne’s ass.
Daphne groaned, her body still recovering from the orgasm.
“Answer me, whore,” The Ghost Witch said, removing the ball gag from her mouth.
“It…it felt good,” Daphne managed.
“That’s right,” The Ghost Witch said. “Your little friend likes fucking you. And you liked it, too, didn’t you, slut?”
“Y…yes,” Daphne admitted, her voice barely a whisper.
“Say it,” The Ghost Witch demanded. “Say you like it when your friend fucks you.”
“I like it when my friend fucks me,” Daphne said, her voice shaky. “I like being fingered by Velma.”
Velma was shocked. She had never expected to hear her friend say those words, but now that she had, she couldn’t help but feel a rush of arousal.
“Good girl,” The Ghost Witch said, putting the ball gag back into place and fastening it. “Now, it’s time for the real fun to begin.”
She produced a bottle of lube, and a large strap-on. She coated the dildo with the lube, smiling at Velma.
“Do you want to fuck her, or should I?” She asked. “I think this slut needs it up the ass something fierce.”
“You do it,” Velma said, her voice barely a whisper. “I want to watch.”
The Ghost Witch grinned, attaching the strapon to her hips and moving behind Daphne. She positioned the dildo at the entrance to her ass, and began to push it inside. Daphne let out a muffled scream, her body tense as the thick dildo penetrated her ass.
Velma watched, mesmerized as the Ghost Witch fucked Daphne’s ass. The redhead’s body was shaking, her face a mixture of pain and pleasure. The Ghost Witch was relentless, her hips moving in a steady rhythm as she fucked Daphne’s tight hole. She looked at Velma, locking eyes with her as she pistoned her hips back and forth.
Velma was transfixed, her body responding to the scene before her. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing, and yet she couldn’t look away. This was wrong, and yet it felt so right.
The Ghost Witch continued to fuck Daphne’s ass, and the redhead’s muffled screams turned to moans of pleasure. She was getting off on being violated, and Velma couldn’t believe it. The Ghost Witch’s thrusts became more forceful, and Daphne’s body shuddered.
Suddenly, the Ghost Witch reached around, and began to rub Daphne’s clit. The redhead’s body responded, and her pussy began to gush with juices. Her body thrashed within her bindings, her toes curling and her fingers clenching and unclenching. The Ghost Witch kept fucking her, her hand moving furiously between Daphne’s legs.
“That’s right, you dirty little slut,” the Ghost Witch grunted, her hips slamming into Daphne’s ass. “Cum for me, cum while I fuck your ass!”
Daphne’s body spasmed, her orgasm hitting her like a truck. Her eyes rolled back into her head, her body going limp as the Ghost Witch continued to violate her. The Ghost Witch didn’t stop, her fingers still working between Daphne’s legs.
“Tell me how much you love being fucked,” The Ghost Witch said.
Daphne couldn’t speak, her body still shuddering from the orgasm. The Ghost Witch once again removed her gag, this time letting it fall to the floor.
“Tell her, or I’ll make it worse,” The Ghost Witch hissed.
Daphne nodded, her eyes full of fear. “I love being fucked,” she mumbled. “I love it when you fuck my ass.”
“That’s better,” the Ghost Witch said, and finally withdrew the dildo from her ass. “Now, you’re going to watch while I fuck your little friend.”
Daphne’s eyes went wide, and Velma felt a mix of fear and arousal. She was scared, but she couldn’t deny how turned on she was.
“Come here, you little slut,” the Ghost Witch ordered, and Velma obeyed. She walked up to the Ghost Witch, her heart racing.
“Now, be a good little girl, and get down on your hands and knees,” the Ghost Witch instructed. Velma did as she was told, her body trembling with anticipation.
“You’re gonna love this,” the Ghost Witch said, lifting Velma’s skirt.
“Oh, yeah,” the Ghost Witch breathed, her hands gripping Velma’s round, plump ass. “This is gonna be good.”
She spread Velma’s cheeks, exposing her asshole. The Ghost Witch smiled, and rubbed the tip of the dildo against Velma’s tight hole. Velma whimpered, her body tense.
“I see you decided to come here without panties,” the Ghost Witch observed. “I guess this is what you were hoping for, wasn’t it?”
Velma didn’t respond, her ass tingling as the Ghost Witch teased her with the dildo.
“Well, here it comes, slut,” the Ghost Witch said, and shoved the dildo into Velma’s ass.
Velma screamed, the dildo stretching her tight hole. It was painful, but the pain quickly gave way to pleasure as the Ghost Witch fucked her.
“How’s that feel, bitch?” the Ghost Witch asked, her hips slamming into Velma’s ass.
“G…good,” Velma moaned, her body responding to the assault.
“Yeah, you like it, don’t you?” the Ghost Witch taunted. “You like being fucked like the dirty slut you are.”
Velma’s ass bounced back against the Ghost Witch’s hips, the dildo filling her with pleasure. She couldn’t believe what was happening, but she couldn’t stop herself from enjoying it.
“Please,” Velma moaned, “fuck me harder.”
The Ghost Witch complied, fucking her faster and deeper. Velma’s body trembled, her ass clenching around the dildo.
“That’s right, you dirty little whore,” the Ghost Witch hissed. “Take it all.”
The Ghost Witch’s words only made Velma more aroused. She couldn’t believe how turned on she was, her pussy dripping with juices as the Ghost Witch fucked her.
“Please, please,” Velma moaned. “I’m so close.”
The Ghost Witch increased her pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room. She smacked Velma’s ass with one hand, the other hand reaching around to rub her clit. Velma’s body exploded with pleasure, her orgasm hitting her like a ton of bricks. She cried out, her ass clenching around the dildo. The Ghost Witch didn’t stop, continuing to fuck her as she came.
Velma’s orgasm was intense, her body shaking as the Ghost Witch brought her to the brink over and over again. Finally, the Ghost Witch pulled the dildo from her ass, leaving her feeling empty.
“What do you think, Daphne?” The Ghost Witch asked. “Did you enjoy the show?”
Daphne nodded, her eyes still filled with fear.
“Well, we’re not done yet,” the Ghost Witch said, removing the harness from her hips and tossing the dildo aside.
“Now, it’s your turn,” the Ghost Witch said, approaching Daphne.
Daphne whimpered, her eyes wide as the Ghost Witch untied her. She set her down gently on the floor, letting the sensation return to her limbs after being tied up for so long.
“You’re going to lick your friend’s ass,” the Ghost Witch ordered. “And if you do a good job, I’ll let you both go.”
Daphne hesitated, but then nodded. She crawled over to Velma, who was still on her hands and knees, and began to lick her ass. Velma moaned, her body still sensitive from the fucking she’d just received.
Daphne’s tongue traced around Velma’s tight hole, sending shivers down her spine. She’d never experienced anything like this before, and she was surprised at how good it felt.
Daphne continued to lap at Velma’s ass, her tongue teasing her sensitive hole. The Ghost Witch looked on, her eyes filled with lust.
“That’s it, Daphne,” the Ghost Witch encouraged. “Get in there deep.”
Daphne’s tongue penetrated Velma’s asshole, and the brunette moaned. The sensation was unlike anything she’d ever felt, and her body responded immediately. She couldn’t believe how good it felt, and she pushed back against Daphne’s face.
“Keep going, bitch,” the Ghost Witch ordered. “You’re going to make her cum with your tongue.”
Velma’s body rocked back and forth, her ass grinding against Daphne’s face. She was in ecstasy, her mind spinning as the redhead’s tongue probed her tight hole.
“That’s it, that’s it,” the Ghost Witch said. “Keep going, bitch.”
Velma’s body began to shake, and she felt another orgasm building. She was close, and she knew it wouldn’t take much more to push her over the edge.
“Fuck, yes,” the Ghost Witch hissed. “Make her cum, bitch.”
Daphne’s tongue slid in and out of Velma’s ass, and she could feel the redhead’s hot breath against her skin. It was too much, and she let out a low moan as her body began to convulse.
Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, and her ass clenched around Daphne’s tongue. Her juices spilled out, coating the redhead’s face as she came.
The Ghost Witch grinned, pleased at the scene before her.
“Well, I guess I’ll have to let you go,” she said, her eyes roaming over their bodies. “It’s such a shame, we could have had so much more fun together. Of course, you’re welcome to stay, if you wish.”
Daphne and Velma looked at each other, both knowing the answer before they’d even considered the question. They’d come here to get answers, but it seemed they’d found more than they could handle.
“Please, keep us,” Velma whispered, her body shuddering as she uttered the words. “We’re yours.”
The Ghost Witch grinned. “And you, Daphne? How do you feel?”
“Yes, please,” Daphne murmured. “I want to stay with you.”
The Ghost Witch chuckled. “Good girls,” she said. “I think I’ll have to keep you both. You’ve more than proven yourselves.”
Daphne and Velma smiled, relief and excitement coursing through them. They were home.
“Come on, now,” the Ghost Witch said, motioning to the door. “Let’s get you cleaned up. I think we’re going to have a lot of fun together.”
And with that, the three of them headed out of the dungeon and into the unknown.
Both Daphne and Velma were tied together, their bodies bound by tight leather straps. Their breasts were pressed together as the Ghost Witch fucked them with her strapon.
“That’s it, my little bitches,” the Ghost Witch hissed. “Take it.”
The two girls moaned, their bodies rocking back and forth as the Ghost Witch plunged her strapon into them. The toy had been affixed with two cocks, allowing her to fuck both of her slaves at the same time. Their pussies gushed as the rubber cocks slid in and out of them, bringing them to the edge of climax.
“Please, mistress,” Velma whimpered. “I need to cum.”
“Not yet, slut,” the Ghost Witch ordered. She reached up and smacked Velma’s round ass. “Beg me for it.”
“Please, mistress,” Velma begged, her voice a pathetic whine. “Please let me cum.”
The Ghost Witch smirked, pleased with her slave’s submission. She pulled her strapon from their pussies, and began to tease their clits.
“You may cum, sluts,” she said, and the girls’ bodies exploded with pleasure.
Their orgasms were intense, their juices soaking the Ghost Witch’s cocks as they writhed in their bonds. The Ghost Witch chuckled, her slaves’ pleasure bringing her satisfaction.
“That’s right, bitches,” she said. “Cum for your mistress.”
She continued to tease their clits, prolonging their orgasms until they were spent. The two girls slumped forward, their bodies exhausted and satisfied.
The Ghost Witch smiled, her slaves’ pleasure fueling her own. She untied them, and ordered them to get on their knees. They obeyed, their eyes filled with lust.
“Suck my strapon, bitches,” the Ghost Witch commanded, and the girls began to lick the rubber cocks.
They eagerly cleaned their juices from the toy, their tongues dancing over the ridges and bumps. They held each other’s hands as they licked and sucked the rubber cocks, the Ghost Witch’s eyes drinking in the sight.
“That’s right, sluts,” the Ghost Witch groaned. “Suck my strapon.”
Daphne and Velma worked together to suck the cocks, their lips stretching around the rubber. The Ghost Witch’s pleasure was building, and she knew it wouldn’t be long until she exploded.
“That’s it,” the Ghost Witch said. “You’re doing a good job, sluts. Suck those cocks.”
The girls continued their ministrations, their tongues licking every inch of the toy. The Ghost Witch was close, her pleasure about to erupt.
“Fuck, yes,” the Ghost Witch moaned. “I’m gonna cum.”
With a cry, the Ghost Witch’s orgasm hit her, and her juices spilled out onto her slaves’ faces. They eagerly lapped them up, their eyes full of devotion.
“Good girls,” the Ghost Witch sighed, her body tingling with satisfaction. “You’ve pleased your mistress.”
Daphne and Velma smiled, their pleasure in serving their mistress complete. They would do anything for her, and she knew it.
As they lay together, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking, they knew they had found their place. They were slaves, and they would serve their mistress forever.

Fred Jones paced impatiently around the hotel room. It had been a few weeks since the girls had gone missing. After the distressed state they’d found Velma in last time she’d disappeared, he couldn’t help but worry.
Shaggy and Scooby had taken off, looking for any clue to find them. They’d promised to come back soon, but Fred knew it would be a while. He’d sent them to look around a couple of different places, and it would take time.
He was growing increasingly worried. The girls had been gone for almost a month, and the only lead they had was the strange book Shaggy and Scooby had found. But it had led them to a dead end, and they were no closer to finding them than before.
“Come on, guys,” Fred muttered, his frustration mounting. “Where are you?”
He sat down on the edge of the bed, his mind racing with possibilities. He was determined to find the girls, no matter what it took.
As he sat there, his phone began to ring. He grabbed it, and answered it without even checking the caller ID.
“Is this Fred Jones?” a female voice asked.
“Yes, who is this?” Fred asked. He could hear strange, wet sounds coming from the other end.
“Just your local Ghost Witch,” the voice said, chuckling. “I have something you might be interested in.”
“What is it?” Fred asked, his heart pounding.
“I have your two missing friends here,” the voice said. “They’ve been having a lot of fun with me, if you know what I mean.”
“Is that so?” Fred said, trying to keep his voice calm.
“Yes,” the voice said. “They seem to have forgotten about you, though. So, I figured I’d give you a call.”
“Why would you do that?” Fred asked.
“I thought you might like to join us,” the voice said. “The more the merrier, right?”
Fred’s blood ran cold. He had no idea what was going on, but the thought of his two friends in trouble made him want to act.
“What do you say, Freddy boy?” the voice taunted. “You want to join us? You want to play?”
Fred gritted his teeth. “I don’t know what you’re getting at, but we will find you and rescue them.”
The voice laughed. “Oh, Freddy,” she said. “We’ve been here the whole time. Look in the mirror.”
Fred spun around and saw the mirror on the wall, but all he could see was his own reflection.
“Just kidding,” the voice said. Fred could still hear those strange wet slapping sounds, but he couldn’t quite place where he’d heard them before.
“Now,” the voice said, her tone becoming serious. “Are you going to join us, or not?”
Fred didn’t know what to do. He knew he had to find the girls, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to be part of whatever this person had in store for him.
“Think carefully, Freddy,” the voice said. “You’re not going to get another chance.”
Fred’s mind raced. He had no idea what was waiting for him, but he knew he had to do something.
“We’re going to save them,” Fred promised. There was an exasperated sigh, and then the line went dead.
“Dammit!” Fred cursed, his frustration mounting.
He knew he had to do something, but he had no idea where to start. He began pacing again, his mind racing. He decided to call Shaggy.
“Too bad,” the Ghost Witch said, turning her attention back to Daphne and Velma. They were both on their hands and knees, sharing a large double-ended dildo that was connecting their asses. They thrust back against each other, burying the rubber cock inside of them in unison. “I guess your friend Fred doesn’t want to join us.”
“That’s fine,” Daphne gasped. “Fred never… Fred isn’t into this sort of thing, anyway…”
“Yeah,” Velma agreed. “I… I mean, we don’t really like him like that, either.”
“Sure,” the Ghost Witch said. She walked over to the two girls and smacked their asses. “Just keep fucking, my little bitches.”
“Yes, mistress,” the girls said, their bodies trembling.
The Ghost Witch looked on as the two girls continued their anal assault. She couldn’t help but admire their bodies as they writhed in pleasure, and she knew that their time with her was just beginning.
“Fuck, yeah,” the Ghost Witch growled, her hands gripping the girls’ asses. “Take that rubber cock, you sluts.”
“Yes, mistress,” the girls moaned. “We love your rubber cock.”
The Ghost Witch watched as the girls fucked each other, their bodies writhing in pleasure. She was enjoying the show, but she couldn’t help but wish Fred had agreed to join them. She wondered how he would’ve reacted to seeing Daphne and Velma’s asses smacking against each other as they shared in this anal pleasure. Would he have gotten turned on? Or would he have been disgusted by their depravity?
The Ghost Witch chuckled to herself as she thought about it. She knew she would’ve enjoyed seeing him squirm, and she made a mental note to try to convince him to join them next time.
For now, she was content to watch the girls continue their anal pleasure, and she couldn’t wait to see what other perversions she could get them to indulge in.
The sound of Velma and Daphne’s moans echoed throughout the dungeon. They were in the sixty-nine position, eating each other out as they took turns riding the large rubber strapon that the Ghost Witch had strapped around her waist. At the moment she was buried to the hilt in Daphne’s ass, fucking her with long, hard strokes.
“Yeah, bitch,” the Ghost Witch grunted, her hands gripping the redhead’s hips. “Take that cock.”
Daphne moaned, her ass clenching around the rubber phallus. She licked hungrily at Velma’s pussy beneath her, her tongue swirling around the brunette’s clit. Velma moaned, her thighs shaking as Daphne brought her to the brink of orgasm.
“Fuck, yes,” the Ghost Witch groaned. She looked down at Velma, whose eyes were rolling back in her head as Daphne ate her out. “You like that, bitch?”
Velma could only moan, her body writhing in pleasure. She reached up and squeezed Daphne’s breasts, pinching her nipples between her fingers.
The Ghost Witch laughed, enjoying the show. She could feel her own orgasm building, and she knew it wouldn’t be long until she exploded. To buy some more time, she pulled away, circling around to the other side.
“Are you ready for your turn, my freckled slut?” she asked, lining her rubber cock up with Velma’s asshole.
“Yes, mistress,” Velma groaned. “Please fuck me.”
The Ghost Witch smirked, and slammed her rubber cock into the brunette’s ass. Velma let out a scream, her body arching as the Ghost Witch fucked her.
“That’s it, bitch,” the Ghost Witch growled, her hips slamming against Velma’s ass. “Take that cock.”
Velma moaned, her body bucking as the Ghost Witch slammed into her. Daphne continued to eat her out, her tongue darting in and out of the brunette’s pussy.
“Fuck, yes,” the Ghost Witch grunted, her orgasm close. She gripped Velma’s hips, her fingers digging into the brunette’s flesh. “I’m gonna cum, you bitches.”
“Do it, mistress,” Velma begged. “Cum while fucking my ass!”
With a cry, the Ghost Witch exploded, her body shuddering as she came. Her juices trickled down her thighs, the rubber phallus buried deep in Velma’s juicy ass.
“Fuck, yeah,” the Ghost Witch breathed. “That was amazing.”
She pulled out, her rubber cock glistening with Velma’s juices. She looked down at the two girls, who were both breathing heavily, their bodies covered in sweat.
“You bitches were amazing,” the Ghost Witch said. “Now, get on your hands and knees.”
The girls obeyed, their bodies trembling with anticipation. The Ghost Witch lined up behind them, and slid her rubber cock into Daphne’s ass.
“Oh, god,” Daphne moaned, her body shuddering.
“Fuck, yes,” the Ghost Witch grunted, her hips slamming against the redhead’s ass. “You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes, mistress,” Daphne whimpered, her body rocking back and forth.
The Ghost Witch smirked, and slid her hand between Daphne’s legs. She rubbed the redhead’s clit, bringing her closer to orgasm.
“Fuck, yeah,” the Ghost Witch grunted. “Cum for me, bitch.”
Daphne moaned, her body arching as she exploded. Her juices flowed over the Ghost Witch’s hand, and the Ghost Witch couldn’t help but smile.
“Good girl,” the Ghost Witch said, kissing Daphne’s back. She pulled out, and moved to Velma, slamming her rubber cock into the brunette’s juicy ass.
“Ahhhh!” Velma cried out, her body arching as the Ghost Witch fucked her.
“Yeah, bitch,” the Ghost Witch growled, her hips slamming against Velma’s ass. “You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes, mistress,” Velma moaned, her body writhing.
The Ghost Witch smiled, her fingers digging into the juicy meat of Velma’s ass. She fucked the brunette hard and fast, bringing her closer to orgasm.
“Fuck, yeah,” the Ghost Witch grunted. “I’m gonna make you cum, bitch.”
“Please, mistress,” Velma begged. “Please make me cum.”
“You want it, don’t you?” the Ghost Witch teased, her hand reaching down to rub Velma’s clit.
“Yes, mistress,” Velma moaned.
The Ghost Witch grinned, and slammed her rubber cock deep into Velma’s ass.
“Then take it,” the Ghost Witch hissed. “Take my rubber cock in your ass!”
Velma screamed, her body exploding with pleasure. Her juices gushed over the Ghost Witch’s hand, and the Ghost Witch couldn’t help but grin.
“Fuck, yeah,” the Ghost Witch said, her own orgasm building. “You’re a dirty bitch, aren’t you?”
“Yes, mistress,” Velma whimpered.
“That’s right,” the Ghost Witch said. “You’re my bitch, and you’ll do whatever I tell you.”
“Yes, mistress,” Velma cried out, her body shuddering.
“Tell me what you are,” the Ghost Witch said, slamming her cock deep into Velma’s ass.
“I’m your bitch,” Velma whimpered.
“Say it again,” the Ghost Witch growled, her fingers pinching Velma’s clit.
“I’m your bitch,” Velma said, her body bucking. “I’m your dirty, slutty bitch!”
The Ghost Witch smirked, and thrust into Velma one last time, her rubber cock buried deep in the brunette’s ass. With a grunt, she exploded, her body shaking as she came.
“Fuck, yeah,” the Ghost Witch murmured, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure. She looked down at the two girls, their faces flushed and sweaty, their bodies trembling with exertion. “You two are amazing,” she said, pulling out.
Velma and Daphne slumped onto the ground, their breathing ragged. The Ghost Witch knelt down beside them, her hand stroking their hair. Daphne and Velma clung to each other, kissing as they both came down from their orgasmic bliss.
“You’re incredible,” the Ghost Witch whispered, her lips brushing their ears.
The two girls snuggled into the Ghost Witch’s arms, their bodies limp. The Ghost Witch held them close, their heartbeats slowing as they fell asleep.
“Sleep tight, my little slaves,” the Ghost Witch whispered, a satisfied smile on her face. “Tomorrow will be another exciting day.”

It had been weeks since they’d had any contact from the girls, and Fred was starting to get desperate. Shaggy and Scooby had been searching the area near the hotel, trying to find anything that might lead them to the girls.
“This is hopeless,” Shaggy muttered, trudging through the brush. “We’ve been looking for hours, and we haven’t found anything.”
“We can’t give up,” Fred insisted, his determination unwavering. “We have to keep looking.”
“I’m hungry,” Scooby whined.
“You’re always hungry,” Shaggy grumbled. “Can’t you think about something other than your stomach for once?”
Scooby growled, his eyes narrowing.
“Knock it off, you two,” Fred snapped. He couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt. It was his fault the girls were missing, and he knew the guys were just as worried as he was.
“We should go back to the hotel,” Shaggy said. “Maybe the phone will ring, and we’ll hear something.”
“It’s worth a shot,” Fred agreed.
They turned and headed back toward the hotel. They were halfway there when they heard a noise.
“What was that?” Shaggy asked.
Fred and Scooby stopped, their ears pricked. They listened intently, but heard nothing.
“Probably just a squirrel or something,” Fred said, brushing it off.
“Or a ghost,” Shaggy said.
“There’s no such thing as ghosts,” Fred said.
“Yeah, right,” Shaggy muttered.
“Let’s just keep going,” Fred said, trying to keep his tone light.
As they walked, they heard the sound again. This time, they all stopped.
“Okay, that was not a squirrel,” Shaggy said.
“Shh,” Fred said, listening intently.
The sound came again, this time louder. It was a sort of wet, slapping sound.
“What the hell is that?” Shaggy asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
“I don’t know,” Fred said, his eyes scanning the area.
They waited, their hearts pounding. The sound came again, this time accompanied by a muffled moan.
“That sounds like someone in pain,” Fred said, his voice low.
“What should we do?” Shaggy asked, his fear obvious.
“Let’s go check it out,” Fred said, his resolve strengthening.
“What? Are you crazy?” Shaggy asked, incredulous.
“We have to,” Fred said. “It could be the girls.”
“Or it could be a ghost,” Shaggy countered.
“Shaggy, there’s no such thing as ghosts,” Fred argued, though a shiver ran down his spine.
“How do you know?” Shaggy demanded.
“Because…because there’s not,” Fred said, trying to sound confident.
“Yeah, right,” Shaggy mumbled.
Fred took a deep breath and began walking in the direction of the sound. He had no idea what he would find, but he knew he had to investigate.
“Wait, Fred!” Shaggy said, his voice rising. “Where are you going?”
“To find out what’s making that sound,” Fred said, his pace quickening.
“But what if it’s a ghost?” Shaggy asked.
“Then it’s a ghost,” Fred said. “We can’t just stand here and do nothing.”
Shaggy groaned, but followed. Scooby trailed behind, his nose sniffing the air.
“I smell something,” the dog said, his voice low.
“A ghost?” Shaggy asked, his heart pounding.
“No, a person,” Scooby said. “Or maybe two people.”
“How can you tell?” Fred asked.
“I can smell their scent,” Scooby said. “And they don’t smell very good.”
“Great,” Shaggy muttered. “Maybe they’re dead.”
Fred ignored him, his eyes scanning the forest. He could see the sun setting in the distance, and he knew they didn’t have much time.
The sound came again, louder this time. It was definitely a woman moaning, maybe two women. Fred quickened his pace, his heart racing. He could hear Shaggy and Scooby behind him, their footsteps matching his.
“Fred, wait,” Shaggy said.
“Just follow me,” Fred said, his resolve firm.
They walked for a few more minutes, the sound growing louder. Finally, they reached a clearing and saw a large wooden cabin. The windows were shuttered, and the front door was closed.
“Who the hell would build a cabin in the middle of the woods?” Shaggy asked.
“I don’t know, but we need to check it out,” Fred said.
“No way,” Shaggy said. “You can’t expect us to go in there. We don’t even know what’s making that sound.”
“I told you, it’s probably just a couple of women,” Fred said, though his voice was laced with uncertainty.
“Yeah, well, I’m not taking any chances,” Shaggy said. “You can go in there if you want, but count me out.”
Fred looked at Scooby, who shrugged.
“Sorry,” the dog said. “I’m with Shaggy on this one.”
Fred sighed, his resolve wavering. He knew they were probably right, but he couldn’t just leave without checking.
“Fine,” Fred said. “You two wait out here, and I’ll go check it out.”
Shaggy and Scooby nodded, their relief evident.
“If I’m not back in ten minutes, come looking for me,” Fred said, trying to muster a confident smile.
“Will do,” Shaggy said.
“Be careful,” Scooby added.
Fred took a deep breath, and walked up to the cabin. The front door was slightly ajar, and he could hear the sound inside. It was definitely a woman, maybe two women, and they were definitely in distress.
“Hello?” Fred called, his voice barely a whisper.
There was no answer.
He pushed the door open and stepped inside. The cabin was dimly lit, and he could see cobwebs in the corners. There were no signs of life.
“Hello?” he called again, his voice a bit louder.
The only response was the sound of the woman’s moans.
“I’m coming in,” Fred said, his resolve strengthened.
He walked further into the cabin, his heart pounding. He could see a flight of stairs leading to a second floor, and he decided to check it out.
As he climbed the stairs, the sound of the women’s moans grew louder. He reached the top of the stairs and saw a long hallway with several closed doors. The first one was slightly ajar, and he could hear the moaning coming from inside.
He took a deep breath and pushed the door open. The room was dimly lit, and the first thing he saw was a large wooden table in the middle of the room. Lying on the table was a naked woman, her wrists and ankles tied to the corners of the table. Her eyes were wide with fear, and her mouth was gagged.
“Holy shit,” Fred whispered.
The woman’s body was covered in sweat, and he could see that she was struggling to break free from her bonds.
He walked closer, and realized that the woman was Velma. Her face was flushed, and her breathing was ragged.
“Oh my god, Velma,” he gasped, rushing to her side.
“Mmph!” Velma moaned, her eyes pleading.
Fred pulled the gag from her mouth, and Velma gasped for air.
“Help me,” she whispered, her voice hoarse.
“Of course,” Fred said, untying her wrists. “What happened?”
“The Ghost Witch,” Velma said, her voice barely a whisper. “She took us.”
“Where’s Daphne?” Fred asked, his panic rising.
“I don’t know,” Velma said.
As Fred undid Velma’s bonds, a pale hand reached around from behind him. A rag smelling of strong chemicals was placed over his face, and his world went dark.
“Wow, I can’t believe he found us out here,” the Ghost Witch said as Fred slumped to the floor, unconscious. “That was a close one.”
“You did it!” Daphne said, running over and giving the Ghost Witch a hug.
“Of course I did,” the Ghost Witch said, smirking. “Now, let’s get him tied up before he wakes.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Daphne said, hurrying to get the rope.
They quickly tied Fred’s wrists and ankles, making sure the knots were tight. As they finished, Daphne and Velma looked to their mistress for her next instruction.
“Now, what should we do with him?” the Ghost Witch asked, a wicked smile on her face. “Should we have a little fun with him?”
“Oh, yes,” Daphne said, her excitement obvious. “I want to taste him.”
“Taste him?” the Ghost Witch said, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes,” Daphne said, kneeling down and opening Fred’s pants. She pulled out his limp cock and licked her lips. “He looks so delicious.”
The Ghost Witch chuckled.
“Well, go ahead then,” she said. “Show me what you can do.”
Daphne didn’t hesitate. She wrapped her lips around Fred’s cock and began to suck. Within moments, his cock was rock hard, and he was moaning in his sleep.
“Wow,” the Ghost Witch said, her eyes widening. “You’re quite the little slut, aren’t you?”
Daphne didn’t respond, her mouth full of Fred’s cock. She sucked and slurped, taking him deep into her throat.
“Hey, no fair,” Velma said. “I want a turn.”
“Then take a turn,” the Ghost Witch said. “Share his cock.”
Velma knelt beside Daphne, and together, the two girls began to share Fred’s cock. They sucked and licked, their tongues swirling around his shaft.
“Fuck,” the Ghost Witch whispered, her hand sliding down between her legs. “That’s so hot.”
Fred moaned, his hips bucking as the two girls sucked his cock. He was still unconscious, but his body was responding to the pleasure.
“That’s enough,” the Ghost Witch said, her fingers pinching Daphne’s ass. “We need to get moving. The other two are outside.”
“What should we do with him?” Daphne asked, licking her lips.
“Leave him,” the Ghost Witch said, a sinister smile on her face. “He can’t escape. Your friends will find him easily enough.”
“Yes, mistress,” Velma and Daphne said, both smiling.
The three girls left the room, leaving Fred tied up and his cock throbbing.
“This is getting ridiculous,” Shaggy said, his impatience obvious. “We’ve been sitting here for almost an hour, and we haven’t heard anything.
“Give it time,” Scooby said, trying to sound reassuring. “He’ll be back soon.”
“He said it’d be ten minutes,” Shaggy said. “We should, like, check on him.”
“But he said not to,” Scooby pointed out.
“So? What’s he gonna do, ground us?” Shaggy scoffed.
“Good point,” Scooby said.
So the two of them entered the shack. It was dark, and a little spooky, but nothing too bad. They walked up the stairs, the floorboards creaking under their feet.
“Do you hear anything?” Scooby asked.
“No,” Shaggy replied. “Nothing.”
“Let’s try that room,” Scooby said, nodding toward the door at the end of the hall.
“Okay,” Shaggy agreed.
They approached the door, and Shaggy reached out to open it. As his hand touched the doorknob, they heard a muffled moan coming from the other side.
“What was that?” Scooby asked, his ears pricking.
“I don’t know,” Shaggy replied. “Maybe it’s Fred.”
“Or maybe it’s the ghost,” Scooby whispered.
“Don’t say that,” Shaggy hissed.
“Sorry,” Scooby mumbled.
Shaggy took a deep breath and opened the door. The room was dark, and it took a moment for their eyes to adjust.
“Fred?” Shaggy called.
There was no answer.
Shaggy reached for the light switch, and flicked it on. Lying on the floor, tied up and with his cock out, was Fred.
“Oh my god,” Shaggy said, rushing over to him.
Scooby followed, his nose sniffing.
“Is he okay?” Scooby asked.
Shaggy knelt down and checked Fred’s pulse. It was steady, and his breathing was normal.
“Yeah, I think so,” Shaggy said.
“Thank goodness,” Scooby said, his relief obvious.
“Look,” Shaggy said, gesturing toward Fred’s erect cock. “He’s hard.”
“Well, I can’t blame him,” Scooby said, a mischievous glint in his eye. “If I had a cock like that, I’d be hard all the time, too.”
“What do you mean?” Shaggy asked.
Scooby’s grin widened, and he moved closer to Fred. He reached out and grabbed Fred’s cock, stroking it gently.
“Oh, fuck,” Shaggy breathed.
“Don’t act so surprised,” Scooby said. “You and I have talked about this before.”
“Yeah, but…” Shaggy stammered.
“But nothing,” Scooby said. “Now, are you going to join me or not?”
Shaggy hesitated, but then his resolve broke.
“Fuck it,” he said, kneeling down next to Scooby.
The two of them began to stroke Fred’s cock, their hands moving in unison. Fred moaned in his sleep, his hips bucking slightly.
“This is so hot,” Shaggy said, his voice low.
“I know,” Scooby agreed.
They continued to stroke Fred’s cock, their pace increasing. Fred’s moans grew louder, and his hips began to move faster.
“I think he’s close,” Scooby said, licking his lips.
“Oh, yeah,” Shaggy said. “He’s definitely close.”
Fred’s body tensed, and his cock began to twitch. With a loud moan, he erupted, shooting thick ropes of cum into the air.
“Holy shit,” Shaggy gasped, his eyes wide.
Scooby grinned, his tongue lolling out of his mouth.
“That was amazing,” he said.
Fred groaned, his eyes fluttering open.
“What…what happened?” he asked, his voice groggy.
“We found you, tied up and passed out, so we helped you out,” Shaggy said.
“Oh, wow,” Fred said, his head spinning. “That’s…um, thanks.”
“No problem,” Scooby said, still grinning.
Fred looked at his cock, still dripping with cum. “I had… the weirdest dream. I’d found Velma, and then… I don’t know, but the girls were…”
Fred trailed off, afraid to say what he’d dreamt. Instead he just stood up, zipping up his pants.
“The Ghost Witch was here, that much is obvious,” he said. “She knocked me out somehow, and left me in an embarrassing position.”
“Are you okay?” Shaggy asked.
“I’m fine,” Fred said. “Let’s get out of here.”
The three of them left the cabin, and made their way back into the woods.
“That was so fun,” the Ghost Witch said as they headed back to the theater. “You girls did a great job.”
“Thank you, mistress,” Velma and Daphne said.
“And don’t worry,” the Ghost Witch said, patting them both on the butt. “We’ll have more fun later. I promise.”
“Yes, please,” Daphne said, her eyes filled with lust.
Velma nodded, her excitement obvious.
The Ghost Witch smiled, a wicked gleam in her eyes. “You two are insatiable, aren’t you?”
“For you, mistress? Always,” Velma said, batting her eyelashes.
Daphne giggled.
The Ghost Witch smirked. “Alright, back to the theater. We’ll continue the fun soon.”
“Yes, ma’am,” the girls said, their excitement clear.
As the sun set and the sky darkened, the Ghost Witch and her two slave girls prepared to begin the night’s excitement.
“Are you ready?” the Ghost Witch asked, a sly smile on her lips.
“Ready, mistress,” Daphne and Velma said.
“Excellent,” the Ghost Witch purred. Both girls were kneeling on either side of her.
The Ghost Witch looked around the dressing room, admiring the lavish decorations. Then, her eyes settled on the two girls at her feet. They were dressed in skimpy costumes, barely concealing their assets.
“Now, tonight we’re going to have a little fun,” the Ghost Witch said.
“Yes, mistress,” Daphne and Velma replied.
The Ghost Witch smiled, a hint of danger in her expression. “I’m going to make you two into mindless, slutty, slaves. You’ll do whatever I say, and your only purpose in life will be to please me.”
“Oh, yes, please,” Daphne whimpered.
“Yes, mistress,” Velma begged.
“Good girls,” the Ghost Witch said. “Now, open your mouths.”
The girls did as they were told, and the Ghost Witch grabbed them both by the hair. She pulled Velma’s face between her thighs, pressing her open mouth against her dripping pussy. Daphne got the other end, her tongue shoved into the Ghost Witch’s asshole.
“Mmph!” Velma and Daphne moaned as they licked and sucked the Ghost Witch’s holes.
“Fuck, that’s good,” the Ghost Witch gasped, grinding her hips against the girls’ faces. “You’re such good little slaves.”
Daphne and Velma worked their tongues furiously, desperate to please their mistress. The Ghost Witch moaned and writhed, her pleasure building.
“Yes, yes, yes,” the Ghost Witch gasped, her hands gripping the girls’ hair. “Just like that, keep going.”
Velma and Daphne kept licking and sucking, their tongues working in tandem. The Ghost Witch moaned louder, her hips bucking wildly.
“I’m gonna cum,” she gasped. “I’m gonna cum all over your fucking faces.”
With a scream, the Ghost Witch came, her juices spraying onto the girls’ faces. Daphne and Velma drank it all in, eagerly licking and sucking every last drop.
“Good girls,” the Ghost Witch purred, catching her breath. “You two are fucking perfect.”
“Thank you, mistress,” Velma and Daphne gasped.
The Ghost Witch grinned. “Now, it’s time to really have some fun.”
Fred couldn’t believe his eyes. Shaggy and Scooby had managed to find the location of the Ghost Witch, and they’d been able to get into the house. Now, the three of them were standing outside the room where Daphne and Velma were supposed to be, listening to the sounds of their moans and screams.
“Man, this is wild,” Shaggy said, his eyes wide. “Like, I’ve never seen anything like it.”
Fred didn’t respond. His mind raced with visions of what horrible things the Ghost Witch was doing to Daphne and Velma. He had to save them, but he didn’t know how.
“Do you think we should, like, try to get in there?” Shaggy asked, his voice filled with trepidation.
Fred nodded. “I have to save them,” he said, his voice firm.
“Well, like, what do you want me and Scooby to do?” Shaggy asked.
“Just be ready,” Fred replied. He took a deep breath, and then pushed the door open.
The scene that greeted them was unlike anything Fred had ever seen. Daphne and Velma were on a bed, their naked bodies glistening with sweat. Their asses were raised in the air, a vibrating sex toy shoved in each girl’s ass and pussy. The toys buzzed inside of them as they girls knelt down, dutifully worshipping the Ghost Witch’s pale feet.
“Ah, Fred,” the Ghost Witch purred, a sly smile on her face. “So glad you could join us.”
“You have no right to be here,” Fred growled. “I’m taking Daphne and Velma back.”
The Ghost Witch laughed. “Oh, Freddy,” she said. “You’re not going anywhere.”
Fred took a step forward, but the Ghost Witch held up her hand. “Stop,” she ordered. “I’m not done with these two yet.”
“Please, Fred,” Daphne whimpered, her voice muffled by the Ghost Witch’s foot. “Help us.”
“Yeah,” Velma said, her tongue sliding between the Ghost Witch’s toes. “She’s going to make us do horrible things.”
Fred was stunned. He’d never seen his friends like this before, and he didn’t know what to do.
“You see, Fred,” the Ghost Witch said, her voice a seductive purr. “Your friends have given themselves to me. They’re mine, now. They belong to me.”
“You’re crazy,” Fred spat. “I’m not going to let you do this.”
“What are you going to do, Freddy boy?” the Ghost Witch asked, a challenge in her voice. “You going to fight me? You going to stop me?”
“Yes,” Fred said, his voice filled with determination.
“You’re going to have to catch me first,” the Ghost Witch said, laughing. Little did she know that, as she spoke, Shaggy and Scooby had moved behind the bed.
“Scooby Dooby Doo!” Scooby exclaimed, and grabbed the Ghost Witch.
“Like, I’m sorry, miss,” Shaggy said, helping his friend restrain the struggling woman. “But we can’t let you do this.”
The Ghost Witch growled and thrashed in their arms, but she couldn’t escape their grasp.
“Daphne, Velma,” Fred said, his voice filled with urgency. “Come on. We have to get out of here.”
Daphne and Velma, still kneeling by the Ghost Witch’s feet, hesitated. They had grown attached to her, and the thought of leaving her was painful.
“No,” the Ghost Witch hissed. “Don’t leave me.”
Fred turned to the girls. “Come on, guys,” he pleaded. “We have to go.”
“Please,” the Ghost Witch cried. “Don’t leave me. Don’t leave me here alone.”
“What’s going on?” Daphne asked, her eyes wide.
“I don’t know,” Fred said, his voice filled with uncertainty as he grabbed Daphne and Velma by the arms, hauling them up to their feet. He pulled the vibrators out of their bodies, causing both women to cry out in surprise. “We have to go.”
Daphne and Velma allowed themselves to be pulled away from the Ghost Witch. Their eyes never left her as they were dragged out of the room.
“Don’t leave me,” the Ghost Witch cried, her voice filled with anguish. “Please. I don’t want to be alone.”
But it was too late. Daphne and Velma were already gone, and the Ghost Witch was left alone in the darkness.
Fred led the way, with Shaggy and Scooby pulling a bound and gagged Ghost Witch behind them. Daphne and Velma trailed behind them, their bare feet padding softly on the ground.
As they approached the front door, Fred could hear sirens in the distance. He knew the police would be there soon, and that it was time to leave.
He pushed the door open, and the group spilled out into the night. The cool air felt good against their skin, and they took a moment to enjoy the fresh air.
“What’s going to happen to her?” Velma asked, her voice quiet.
“The police will take her away,” Fred said.
“No!” Daphne cried. “She doesn’t deserve that!”
“What are you talking about?” Fred asked.
Daphne bit her lip. She couldn’t let Fred know that they had stayed with her willingly. She looked to Velma, who quietly shook her head.
“N-nothing,” Daphne said, forcing a smile. “I guess you’re right, Fred. You always know best, after all.”
“Yeah, we, uh… We were kept there against our will for so long,” Velma added. “How long was it, again?”
“It’s been, like, a whole month,” Shaggy said.
“That’s right,” Velma said. “We were captured for a month. That’s a long time. And… And she made us do things. Bad things. Like… Like licking her feet. And sucking her toes. And… And licking her asshole. And eating her pussy.”
Fred raised an eyebrow. He wasn’t sure if he believed the girls, but he was relieved to see them acting more like their usual selves.
“Wow, a whole month,” Daphne mused. She knew it was a month she and Velma would never forget.
“Like, let’s get out of here before the cops come,” Shaggy said. “I’m sure they have questions for us.”
“Right,” Fred agreed. “Let’s go.”

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