The camera switched on. The footage was fuzzy, the best that could be afforded on a college budget. The image was draped in shadow, filled mostly by the pale freckled face of the camera's wielder, framed by a pair of round eyeglasses and messy ginger hair. 

"Hel-lo, everyone!" she beamed. "Welcome to this month's episode of Spooky Sarah’s Scary Stories, your one and only source for all your hair-raising, spine-chilling horror story needs! Tonight we're exploring the ruins of The Collar And Chain Club, and the ghosts who haunt it..." 

Sarah continued detailing the backstory of the club, carefully stepping over the burnt rubble, slowly panning the camera around the ruined building. 

"The first reports of paranormal activity began in 1994, just 6 weeks after the fire, when-what the fuck was that?" Sarah whirled around, flashlight burning a hole in the darkness, but it was nothing...or was it? Shaken, but determined, Sarah continued, trying to ignore her nerves, the chill in her spine, the hairs on the back of her neck rising, the strange tightness in her throat. Finally, having gone through her script, Sarah crouched in a corner, reviewing the footage on the tiny screen of the secondhand camcorder. The quality was...well, it wasn't bad, considering what she had to work with, and she was confident in her script and presentation. 

Now, all she had to do was edit it together... Sarah froze. In the footage, there was a face, peeking over her shoulder. The figure was faint, but far too vivid to be a trick of the light. Sarah could clearly see the long, thin fingers tipped with black nail polish draped over her own shoulder in the footage, the long black bangs, the glint of smiling teeth, the eyes staring directly into the camera. If Sarah had looked a little closer, she would have seen the ghostly collar around her own neck...but there were other things on her mind. Normally, proof of a ghost was a cause for celebration...but if there was a real, active ghost in the ruins of the club, and Sarah was still inside... She had to get out. She made a break for the door. There was a chuckle, a sharp tug on Sarah's neck, and everything went black. 

Sarah awoke in her bed. Her bed was a mess. Her hair was a mess. Her room was a mess. If she was being honest with herself, her life was a mess. She stumbled over to the bathroom, washing her face. Wiping the water out of her eyes, you she looked in the mirror and gasped. There was a collar around her neck...and a smiling, black-haired figure standing behind her. A hand roughly tangled itself in her hair and bent her over the sink, pinning her down as behind her, she felt- 

Sarah awoke in her bed. Her bed was a mess. Her hair was a mess. Her room was a mess. If she was being honest with herself, her life was a mess. She rubbed her eyes and groaned. Everything ached. Fainting spells...zoning out...weird dreams...she was running on fumes and cup ramen, and the ramen wasn't cutting it. She looked at the time, and swore, hurriedly rushing over to her computer and booting up her stream. "Hello everyone! Sorry this stream is starting just a little late, had some technical difficulties! Today we'll be playing Doom! Not the new one-we're playing the classic 1993 version!" Sarah hit the Start button, vibing along to the heavy metal soundtrack as she grabbed her shotgun, launching herself headfirst at the demons of hell...and was immediately splattered into a red mist. GAME OVER. 

"What? That was bullshit!" Sarah jabbed the Restart button as her chat cheered her on. 

GAME OVER. GAME OVER. GAME OVER. 

"Oh, this really is pathetic." came a voice from behind her. Before she could react, Sarah found her body was no longer following her commands. A pair of spectral hands were draped over her own, controlling them, moving the mouse and pressing keys, playing the game with ease, grabbing pickups and killing demons with ease. Sarah swallowed, feeling her Adams apple press against the collar locked around her neck. The ghostly figure bent down, examining Sarah's webcam and the stream chat filled with emotes and excited chatter. 

"Oh? This is being broadcast live? The Internet's sure changed a lot since I've been gone..." The specter smiled. "Allow me to introduce myself...I am Mistress Delilah, former owner of The Collar And Chain Club, and current owner of this cute little number right here~" 

Clawed fingertips dug into Sarah's chin, forcing her to stare into the camera. 

"Don't worry...she just loves being owned. And if she's being shown off, well, that only makes it better~" 

Sarah opened her mouth to object but found it hard to speak with her new Mistress' fingers in her mouth. She couldn't help herself-she moaned, eyes rolling back in pleasure. 

"See?" Mistress Delilah cooed. "She likes it. Don't you sweetheart?" Sarah's face was beet red and her panties were soaked. Mistress Delilah smirked and buried her hand in between Sarah's legs, teasing, touching, stoking. 

"Go on." Mistress Delilah said, pulling her hand away. "Use your words, be a good girl for Mommy." 

In response, Sarah gritted her teeth, struggling against the spectral restraints, eyes flicking to the webcam. 

"Oh, what's the matter sweetie? Scared to be exposed as the needy whore you are?" Sarah gasped as she was pulled from the chair and bent over her desk, ghostly restraints materializing and keeping her legs spread, her back arched, her wrists pinned to the desk. Mistress Delilah reached over and adjusted the webcam so Sarah's face was clearly visible, before digging her claws into Sarah's shirt and ripping it down the middle, leaving her naked and exposed. She leaned down and cooed in Sarah's ear, making sure the camera picked it up. 

"I'm going to hurt you, darling...until you stop being so stubborn and admit what we both know you are..." 

Sarah whimpered as Mistress Delilah's fingernails ran down her spine, her sweatpants falling to the floor around her ankles. 

"No bra? No panties?" Mistress Delilah remarked. "And you're still pretending you're not just begging to be used like you're just a set of holes?" 

"I'm just laz-AH!" Sarah gritted her teeth as she tried to recover from the slap on her behind. 

"That's even worse." Mistress Delilah declared. "You're desperate to be turned into a sex toy and you can't even put some effort into it? Have some class." Sarah yelped as Mistress Delilah spanked her again, breathing rapidly as clawed fingertips ran over her behind. "It's simple." Mistress Delilah cooed. "Be a Good Girl, admit what you are, and the pain will stop. Until then..." Sarah cried out as the blow landed, screwing her eyes shut tight and hyperventilating. She had just started to get herself back under control when the pain came again. Sarah started to whimper as Delilah's claws played over her skin, before pulling away and...nothing. Sarah's body relaxed the slightest amount...and fell into Mistress Delilah's trap. Pain blossomed upon her skin. 

"FUCK you!" she screamed. 

There was a pause, just long enough for Sarah to regret her mistake. Then there was pain, as slap after slap after slap landed. 

"I'm sorry!" Sarah sobbed, burying her head in the table."Mommy!" Sarah screamed out. "I'm sorry Mommy!" 

"Good girl." Delilah conceded. "But there's something else I need from you..." She pulled her hand away to deliver another slap. 

"I'm a needy whore, Mommy!" Sarah breathed heavily as she struggled to recover from her ordeal. She tensed for another slap, only to gasp in surprise and pleasure as Delilah's fingers entered her. 

"I'm a needy whore, Mommy!" she repeated, voice breaking as Delilah pulled her hair, her face inches from the camera. Sarah babbled as Delilah thrust into her. She saw the reactions of those watching, and that only made it better. "I'm a needy whore for you Mommy I need to be fucked and owned and shown off and-" Sarah melted around Delilah's fingers, moaning and begging and humiliating herself as Mistress Delilah gave her what, deep down, she had always needed, always hungered for, always craved. 

"Can I cum Mommy? Can I please cum?" 

Mistress Delilah smirked. "Be a good girl, and beg for Mommy." 

"Please Mommy, I-" Sarah's next words were cut off as a ballgag appeared in her mouth, reducing her pleas to muffled, slurred babbling as she drooled all over the desk and herself.

"What's the matter, dear? If you want to cum, just be a good girl and beg for Mommy~" Mistress Delilah cooed, continuing her ministrations. 

The teasing continued for hours. By the time Mistress Delilah removed the gag, Sarah had been reduced into a babbling, incoherent mess. Delilah smirked, conjuring a set of two long, throbbing cocks out of paranormal energy. 

"You know, being a ghost isn't all bad." she said, and thrust both cocks into Sarah's needy holes. The teasing was nothing compared to the fucking that followed. Sarah had gone limp from the overload of pleasure, whimpering weakly, eyes rolled back, as Mistress Delilah emptied yet another load into her. By this point, cum was splattered all over Sarah's body, running down her legs, staining the floor, desk, and walls.Mistress Delilah fucked Sarah's limp, hanging-open mouth a few times for good measure, then let the limp form fall to the ground, leaking cum from every orifice. 

"I hope you enjoyed the show, everyone~" she cooed at the camera, blowing a kiss. "But that's all for now. Ta ta~"Mistress Delilah pulled the plug, ending the stream. She looked down at the limp, broken body of her latest slave...and smiled. This was going to be fun.