Tanja finds herself in the back seat of John's pick-up truck, wondering how she managed to land herself in this mess. With the Halloween party a bust thanks to Doctor Spaaz spiking the punch with transformation serum, the staff decided to swap tales of horror while they cleaned. At one point Cuffs mentioned a mental asylum the Master had bought out and shut down a few years back, “The patients were treated horribly, most simply tied to their beds and ignored until they were too malnourished to fight the orderlies. Some died from the mistreatment, others from 'punishments' when starvation only made them harder to handle. It was kept very quiet until the head doctor was murdered in a riot and several patients were gunned down by police. After Mister Aster shut the place down he had a moving team gut it for all the equipment. They spent half a day working before refusing to step foot inside again. Surprisingly, he didn't push them at all and he never bothered to hire another team. He just locked it up tight and has tried to ignore it ever since. He would sound rattled when one of the children brought it up and when I asked him about it he... He told me something disturbing. He received several phone calls for a few months after the incident with the moving crew. It started with silence or heavy breathing on the other end. He passed it off as accidental dialing and silly pranks. Then one night it changed to a woman screaming in agony while the sick sounds of mutilation could be heard between gasps of pained breath. The third night in a row of it he called the police to have them trace the calls. They found the calls were coming from the abandoned clinic. It was still locked up tight and after an investigation, they found nothing to suggest anyone had been there since its closing. The worst part is, he had all the amenities cut to the facility weeks before and had just signed off on its demolition. He canceled the scheduled destruction immediately and the next night? No calls. No heavy breathing, no brutal phone murders. Since then it may as well not even exist.” It was at this point that Tanja made her fatal mistake. Not ever having any experiences with the supernatural herself, she makes a comment on the others being full of it because ghosts are not real.

And so the payment for her simple comment comes in the form of a dare. Spend one night in the abandoned asylum. The entire ride there, Fera fills her head with rumors of people seeing shadows in the windows and lights being seen from the road, vanishing when investigated. It is nearly midnight when they pull up to dingy, concrete complex. With the full moon low in the sky, deep shadows drape the area from the surrounding trees. John unlocks the heavy padlock and removes the bar keeping the doors shut. She is then given a flashlight while crossing the threshold, "Don't worry, we're gonna hang out here all night in case you chicken out. Just give us a call and we'll come get you. But until then... Have fun~" Fera and John's loom eerily in the moon light as they shut the door, locking it from the outside and leaving her in the dark office lit dimly by what moonlight can filter through the filthy frosted glass of the front windows. Tanja finds herself thoroughly disappointed about the outcome of this night. She harbors no wish to visit such a place in the first place and why she is being forced to is beyond her. She makes a mental note that perhaps calling bull on the entire staff in their presences was, perhaps, a poor idea and she should not do it again. With a huff she glares into the deep shadows blanketing the room. They were just rumors. All she has to do is wait it out. It is not like she has to wander into the torture chambers or anything, though her innate curiosity does tug at her mind. Maybe she can find an open room to curl up in for the night. She squints, trying to work with the moonlight. When that fails she quickly turns on the flashlight and finds it to be brutally bright, illuminating from floor to ceiling with its wide cone and LED bulbs. It might as well have been someone's high beam. She finds the front counter and a doorway that leads back into the rest of the complex. The heavy metal door sits slightly open, hanging low on its hinges as if it had been there for decades. There is a short hall beyond it with a nicer wooden door is set into the wall on her left. As she passes it she notices an empty placard holder, “The doctor's personal office.” After a quick jiggle she figures it must be locked and moves on. The hall then opens up into what looks like a commons room. She stops dead in her tracks.

The area is rather empty save for a wheelchair crashed in the corner to her left and a few very heavy-looking armchairs that were clearly intended to remain immobile. In the far left corner is a windowed office that she recognizes as the medicine room. On the wall opposite from her and the one to right are a set of double doors. Those across from her are shut while the others hang wide open. As she scans the room she begins to realize how dark it is when there is no natural light filtering in. It makes the darkness just outside of her light's beam seem all that more prevalent. A shiver runs down her spine. She looks down the corridor, wondering if spending a night in a room would be a good idea. There might still be a bed she could occupy. Though when her mind turns to what could be hiding in those sheets she decides to chance the open room. The silence is suddenly broken by a loud banging of a door somewhere being wailed upon. Tanja nearly jumps out of her skin as she whips around to face the sound. It does not take her long though to realize it is coming from the front doors, likely Fera being the wicked witch she always is when in one of her sadistic moods, “Ooohh... You bitch.” She considers suffering whatever penalty they had in store for her if she chickens out. It is not fair if they try to scare her. Turning back to the room she locates the only movable object and quickly removes it, pushing the wheelchair far down the front hall. This proves to be a poor idea though as the wheels make a high pitch screech at each full revolution.

When she can give her sensitive ears a rest, she wanders back to the small medicine room. A small room she can fortify. Just close the door, hunker down and sleep this off. The office is rather small with nothing more than an empty shelf built into the back wall and a dip in the counter where pills were given out. The hefty door is made of steel and boasts a heavy deadbolt. She taps the window a few times. The particular thunk if makes means it is likely bulletproof glass or at the very least impact resistant. This was likely the safest room in the entire complex. She relaxes slightly as she locks the door, the bolt making a solid clack. Her flashlight remains clutched close even after she worms her way under the counter, determined not to open her eyes until morning. To her great relief no more harassment from the two outside come and silence reigns. The sturdy, concrete one-story building does not groan or creak. Her phone buzzes once as John checks up on her before she eventually dozes off. 

She suddenly finds herself awake again, her eyes bleary and her face a little wet from drool. It was still dark but she quickly remembers she is in a room with no windows. However, a quick check of her phone shows it to be a little after three A.M. She hastily wipes her mouth, feeling slightly embarrassed but why she is not sure. It is not like there was anyone around to make fun of her for it. She has a while longer so she wiggles around to make sure she is still in one piece before snuggling up to pass out. As she tries to slip off once more something catches her attention. The barest of sounds, a miniscule little squeak like that of a mouse. A moment of silence passes before it happens again. This repeats a few more times, becoming more drawn out and louder in volume. Finally the screech cannot go unnoticed as it repeats itself at a steady interval, growing closer. Her hands clap over her big ears as she tries to curl up against the sound, too afraid to make a noise. The wheel chair. She becomes a tight little ball under the counter, thankful she did not stay out in the commons area. The noise continues on until eventually it crashes loudly into the doors a few feet from her little box. All is quiet once again but now the air is tense. Or maybe it was just her nerves. She does her best to not piss her pants in fright, willing herself to clam down. It is just Fera and John. They got bored waiting and decided to come harass her some more but the room is locked up. They cannot get in to her.

Then a new sound reaches her ears. Something heavy is being dragged over the cheap linoleum floors. The slow, ragged scrapping of an armchair's legs fills the room with almost deafening noise as it picks up speed before slamming into the wall between her and the outer area. The other crashes through the doors where the wheel chair had stopped. They bang open as the armchair bounces noisily down the hall. She clings to herself shaking and on the verge of tears as she abandons the thought that she could take anymore of this. She would get them back for this. After gathering a bit of courage, she pokes her head over the counter while one of them drags the other chair around the center of the room. With her flashlight aimed, she clicks it on in a hope to blind her captors. Her shriek echos painfully in her sealed room as she watches the massive furniture piece drive circles around a support column under its own power.

She drops to the floor in a sobbing mess when it stops suddenly, reaching for her phone and fumbling with it as she jams in John's number. Any hope for salvation fades as she hits the call button and the screen flashes “no service”. The signal bar that had been full not more than a minute ago was now empty. Worse yet, the battery seems to have drained considerably in the time she was out. The thought of making a break for the door crosses her mind but her body refuses to obey. It takes a moment for it to sink through the horror and adrenaline that silence has taken the room again. Beneath her quiet sobs of fear she begins to notice heavy breathing from above. It sounds like a man who had been straining himself was standing at the window. She chokes back a frightened sob, clenching her eyes shut and covering her ears again. As she berates herself for her stubbornness earlier tonight, the door handle begins to jiggle ever so slightly. The force manipulating it grows swiftly until it is clear someone is trying to enter the room. The handle jerks and the door rattles as weight is thrown against it repeatedly. She cries out loud now, her heart pounding in her ears. The pounding slows after a while and the handle thrashes like someone has reluctantly given up on it. It is quiet for a few minutes before the handle starts to turn again. This time however the motion is more calm, deliberate. Then a sound far more frightening than the violent attempt at breaking the door reaches her ears. The deadbolt clicks.

The hinges squeal as the door slowly sweeps open, the silhouette of a nicely rounded woman stands just out of the light's radius. Her indistinct figure makes it hard to determine her species. Tanja freezes and her heart nearly climbs out of her throat. She quickly reaches for her dropped flashlight and flicks it towards the woman. The dark figure vanishes with the introduction of light though remains long enough for a clear look. She mostly resembles a collie with long, pointed ears and fine black fur. Her empty eyes are pale white and her long, narrow muzzle is filled with needlepoint teeth that show in her twisted smile.

That is enough to get her on her feet though her legs are a bit wobbly. With her phone in one hand and the flashlight in the other blazing the way, she is out into the commons room and heading for the exit. The door slams shut behind her, the lock clicking over once more as something careens through the room and smashes into a wall beside her as she heads for the front. The wheelchair by the sounds of it. She can see the faint light of the moon in the front office through the heavy separator doorway though it gives her little comfort as a shadow crosses it. And not on her side of the door. The door groans as inches closer and closer to being shut. Despite putting her all into getting away, the door is closing too fast. A deranged and giddy laugh follows her down the hall just as the last sliver of moonlight vanishes and a dull thunk signals the locking mechanism setting itself. There is a howl of fiendish delight somewhere further off in the complex while the laugh catches up with her. She screams at the top of her lungs while pounding desperately on the door, “JOOOHHHHHNNN! FERRRRRRRAAAA! HELP MEEEEEEE! She clings to the door, trying to get it open as the laugh catches up with her. She twirls on her heel as she fans the flashlight around. "JOOOHHHNN FEERRAAAA!" Her voice cracks as she finds the source, a slightly hunched figure in the hall that vanishes with the light, “NO! Bitte... Lass mich sein... WEGGEHEN!”

But as one leaves another makes an appearance. The office door she had passed earlier swings opens with a bit of force, banging noisily against the wall. Her flashlight flickers as the sultry laugh of a woman echos out from the room. The tap of heels on linoleum reaches her ears and they seem to be heading her way. When they reach the door, her light begins to flicker sporadically. Every few flashes she catches sight of a lean lioness with long, sandy blonde hair. She wears a tight business skirt, matching coat and a pair of sleek glasses. She might actually look normal if it were not for the empty, bloody sockets framed by her spectacles. When the flashlight finally gives out, the same voice sounds off far too close for Tanja's sanity. She is shaking and she can feel her legs threatening to turn to mush. "I... s.. stop.. I'll leave.. please.." her voice is little more than a squeak now, "We cannot go away, nor will we. If anyone is going anywhere... It is you." The light blinks on again and the lioness is now easily within arm's reach. Her stomach drops at the sight of the woman in front of her. Behind her, nearly half a dozen dark specters filling the hallway, "Medicine time~" The wall of black wails in ghoulish splendor, rushing to smother her in darkness. Cold hands grab her arms, legs and torso with unimaginable strength to drag her back to the commons room. She screams when the hands take hold, her hands clawing at the door for anything. Her finger find nothing but cold, smooth steel and cheap flooring as she is taken to the center of the room. There she is released of all her bonds except those around her wrists and ankles. They pull tightly on her limbs until she is stretched as far as her spine will allow. Her light shines brightly from the hall to illuminate the group, allowing her to get a better look at her assailants.

The long-eared Collie is one among them as well as the lioness. The hunched figure that had chased her appears to be a small dog of mixed breed. There is a third female, a calico with a boyish figure. What appears to be a crocodile is responsible for her arms being restrained while a horse keeps her legs in check. The doctor leans down with a grin, "I didn't say we wanted you to leave. I just said you'd be going. Right here to be precise. It is time for your medicine after all~" She sobs, pulling at her bonds as she tries to get free "B.. Bitte... John... Help me!" She looks around, horrified as she begs to be set free. She finds no pity in the empty eyes of her captors, "Sorry dear, there is no John here. Hm... Seems this one is a little delusional. Shall we begin the treatment? Go on then." There is a disconcerting, unified chuckle from the other five spirits as they move in, snuffing out the light with their presence. Their chilling touch finds her body wherever they may please, all harassing her at their leisure. Some pinch and prod, some scratch while others pet. A few even stroke and fondle. The collie seems fond of her face and neck, tracing her features with sharp but gentle claws. The smaller dog gropes roughly at her bust, making excited little barks and yips as he manhandles her. She shivers under the assault, panting and moaning as they find her sensitive flesh. "Aahh... hah!! Vat? N-nein! Vat do you think you are doing?" The cold sensations send tingles through her body, making her arch and gasp. "Ah! S-stop!! Vat are you d-d..ahhhhahhh..." The claw runs roughly up her throat, making her eyes roll back. Her body stiffens as her own sweet spots begin to work against her. 

The horse's hands lightly brush along her shins and up the insides of her thighs while the lioness holding her arms traces down to her sides before raking back up, dragging her shirt with them. The cat stroking her stomach inches down slowly, pushing at the waist of her pants until it slips into them to find more interesting things to play with. She then takes Tanja's naked tail, fondling it as if it were a cock before pulling it between her legs to grind along its length, "Oh we do as we please. Mmm.... The sweet warmth... We just can't get enough~" In the darkness, icy lips meet Tanja's in a aggressive embrace. A frozen rope forces itself into her mouth and down her throat a bit, snaking about in a disturbing yet sensual manner. She writhes under the attention, unsure if she really wants this or not. With her eyes shut though, all she can feel is the cool, focused attention igniting her skin with electricity, "Mmmph..." As the attention to her tail reaches its base, the odd sensation is rerouted to the base of her spine and up it. She whimpers around the tongue sliding down her throat, her body aching for more. The lioness holds the kiss until Tanja is ready to pass out, finally allowing her air at the brink, "Delicious~" She resumes the kiss though a little less on the choking side while a second tongue works its way over Tanja's collar bones. Tanja is left gasping when she finally allows her breath, only to have it taken away again.

Her shirt passes over her head at some point, not bothering her partner in the least, followed shortly by her bra. The hands already assaulting her bust are joined by another pair, this one quite a bit larger. They squeeze each breast roughly, keeping the skin tight and sensitive. She cries out in protest, trying to pull her arms together as her bust is molested, almost painfully. The hand toying with her love mound slips back around to her rump, hooking into her pants. The cat tugs at them roughly in an attempt to peel them away. Their button and zipper are undone by the horse in response and the last of her clothing is removed. Her body is now fully exposed to the chilling aura that blankets her body. However, Tanja is only partially aware that the clothing is being taken away until their touch is suddenly made all that much colder. She thrashes about, trying to get away from their frozen grip. Despite her best attempts at escape, those holding her down do not give an inch. The only movement she does get is in her legs when the horse spreads them, reaching up to pick up where the cat left off. Soon her labia match her legs as the crass ghost parts it to toy with Tanja's hot flesh. She may as well be masturbating with an ice cube, the frigid pressure finding her clitoris and rubbing forcefully.

Meanwhile the cat decides to join in the fun, pulling her checks apart and allowing a finger to tease her tail hole. Tanja cries out as she is manhandled, "Ahhh!!! S-stop!! E-es ist zzzu k-kalt!!!" Her head thrashes wildly while she strains against her bonds, whimpering as her body is abused. She cries out wanting more than anything to close her legs against the cold and restore the heat, particularly when her tail hole joins the feeling. The collie speaks up now, draping herself across Tanja's shoulder to mash her own perky bust in the mouse's face to silence her, "Oh but deary you are so warm and inviting. I could just eat you up~" She grins, her mouthful of needles showing as her long tongue licks up Tanja's cheek. Her eyes widen at the sight of her teeth, a grim reminder that she was in the company of real ghosts. Evil phantoms taking her body and toying with it however they pleased. She then feels a similar sensation over a nipple before sharp cold pinches it, then the other. As her bust is nibbled upon she is force-fed the collie's who cradles her head as if intent on breast feeding her, "Mmmm.... Let me feel it dear! Spread your heat across my aching body... After that I will spread my own across your face~" Her hot breath comes in short pants against the other woman's bust, her heart pounding as she gasps for air only to get a mouth full of spectral bust. Her tongue tries to push it out, though the ghastly hound is far heavier than it should be. She finally complies and suckles while her hips try to wriggle away from her other assailants.

Her troubles are far from over though and there is no sign her captors have any intention of allowing her any respite. The collie moans, her voice fading slightly in her ecstasy while her hands rake through Tanja's hair. Meanwhile her own attempts at avoiding penetration end up being her downfall. The wriggling of her hips eventually lines her up perfectly and the thick icicle sinks into her tight pussy. It then hooks and a thumb pins her clitoris, pinching the sensitive flesh between the digits. Her ass joins the penetration party as four fingers are inserted one after another. They fit surprisingly well and apparently belong to two different hands as they hook in opposite directions while they 'walk' up her insides. Her screams of protest are muffled by the bust trying to suffocate her and she sobs softly as her body begins to respond positively to something that cold being placed somewhere so hot. It takes a moment but soon her blood rushes to rewarm her flesh down below. She lays still until she slowly adjusts to the ample penetration and the pressure on her sweet spots. The little mix breed straddles her chest now and another thick icicle prods at her bust, slipping into the generous cleavage it provides. He begins to grind away eagerly, his knot already full from his excitement. The crocodile's tongue finds the rest of her bust, not afraid to find the spectral shaft at all. Her touchy friend poking around in her rump gets some company as something long and scaly makes its way into the stretched hole. It reaches deep but eventually finds a good depth and picks up a pace while the fingers still toy with her. The digits in her pussy also find new friends as more fingers hook inside of her, pounding that nerve center behind her pelvic bone. 

Her heat grows despite her protests, her lust crawling out of the cold and reaching up her spine as they hit all the right spots. Tanja moans hotly against the bust in her mouth as her tight pussy is stretched even further, "Mmmph... Ugghhhnnmmph!" The lioness coos, "That's it... Just let it all out. Proper expression of one's feelings is important to your health." The feline grinding along her tail and fingering her ass slips two more fingers in while her own hips buck wildly. The horse mashing her g-spot lets up a bit to adjust. His fingers begin to curl even more, slowly drawing more in until the thumb has to follow. Despite their incorporeal state, he still takes the hard way in. Likely just to make her scream. The broad lump of the thumb finally sinks in and Tanja finds herself with a fist the size of a small melon stuffed into her cunt. Though it feels more like a hailstone until her own heat can warm it up. She whimpers and cries out as her cunt is stretched, whimpering as she is tortured by her lust's fight against the cold. Her pussy spasms around the rock inside of her, her back arching as she writhes, almost forgetting the fingers stuffed in her ass. Until more are put in. She feels herself spreading apart and spasms as her whole body begins to tense. Her juices leak out around the horse as she rises to her climax and the air becomes excited as they all react. The fist pounds faster, unfurling slightly to stretch her walls even further. The prehensile limb stuffing her rump picks up the pace as well while her bust grows a bit sore from the cock thrusting against it. He also speeds up, his knot swelling completely in the process. The breasts that have been an on-and-off gag for her disappear now and is replaced by something similar in shape but not size. Cool orbs the size of large strawberries find their way into her mouth, filling the rest of it with silky scrotum, "Mmmm... Now warm these up and I give you your treat~" 

Her eyes flutter open as the cold balls now filling her mouth make her shiver. She should not, but she knew she wanted that finish. Her tongue presses to them, licking and tasting as she suckles on them.  
As she accepts her new task with eagerness, something plops down against her face. The collie's heavy shaft is nearly as thick as the wrist pumping her hole and too long for her specie. Horse did not seem to be part of her crossbreed, “G-Gott en Himmel...” Perhaps she had been some a porn star in life. The crocodile's tail in her ass takes off like a rocket all of a sudden, hammering her hole and pushing her closer to the edge. Finally her restraint caves and she climaxes. Her hips buck, tugging on the 'knot' in her while her walls cling to it. Her lips pull the balls choking her as she thrashes her head, her hot, sharp exhales breaking against the cock on her face. The calico lets out a scream as she is set off, apparently enjoying the show. Her pussy gushes with her release, her fluids spreading heat through Tanja's body. Her grinding becomes more and more intense until she finally collapses and fades away, leaving her rump slightly less full. As she fades away, Tanja has a moment of clarity as she tries to catch her breath.

The crocodile removes his tail from her and leaves her bust to be humped by the mutt. Shortly after a new shaft appears at her back door as he slips beneath her. It is short like the mix's but immensely thick, even more so than the collies and feels like a horse until the bulge at the base takes her ass to a new level of overstuffed. She cries out as he gets right back to work where he left off while his former partner calls it quits. The little dog blows his load across Tanja's bust, neck and even some of her face. The collie quivers and her cock spasms as some of his seed finds her under areas. She growls a warning but the other dog is already gone, his burning seed the only sign he had ever been there at all. The horse carries on with its steady pace though moves into an squat, his stuck arm looping behind and under his. He then lays his heavy sack with a rough slap against her clitoris. His big cock unfurls across her stomach and he begins grinding his loins into her torso, the semi-limp cock stiffening rapidly with his hands-free masturbation. It then slackens to lay back out against her with a noisy plop. She pants and moans, licking over that delicious sack stuffed in her mouth. She suckles them as she contemplates the new balls sack on her stomach, her cunt convulsing at the thought of what this meant. As he thrusts, she can't help but moan again, his cock sending shivers through her body. "S-sehr gut... Ich möchte das in mir." The collie slaps the chatty mouse with her dick, “Hush. You can talk when you're done servicing my cock.”

The two working her loins set a fast and alternating pace, pumping away with no need to rest. The horse gets along rather quickly. When his hefty cock reaches full erection its tip lays between her breasts. The crocodile decides to squeeze them around the fat horse head with noticeable results. The tip flares and he begins to thrust roughly, climbing his way to release. She arches her back up, presenting her soft bust for the taking while she presses her hips against the hand and thick cock ravaging her. The collie grinds herself into Tanja's face, moaning lustfully as she takes hold of her cock, "Quickly now, not much longer~" Soon the lioness straddles her head and begins riding the collie while Tanja services her. This does not go on for long though before the lioness roars in ecstasy and heat drizzles down over Tanja's face from her intense climax. As she fades the collie takes firm hold of her black cock and strokes it at a frantic pace, her balls twitching and jerking as she lets out a passionate moan. This time the heat comes down by the cupful. Though it does not feel quite the same as normal cum against her skin, its heat is unmistakable. The hermaphrodite coos above, "Mmmmm... There you go deary~ Come back... any... time..." And with that she vanishes.

The heat dripping down over her face makes her body ache for more. And with Tanja all to themselves, the two remaining take little time in reaching their happy ending. The horse grinds into her with increasing eagerness before drawing back quickly, his thick shaft mashing into her clitoris until his flared tip reaches it. He then jams the swollen tip against her loins and erupts. The jet is like having the message shower head turned on high and with it pressed right into her buzz button she quickly joins him in climax. His hips buck and the next shot is wild, splattering her from cunt to collar bone with the rest that follow coating anything the first missed. Her backdoor buddy flares like the horse but also at the base, the bulge nearly as bad as the fist. The geyser at the tip though proves to be very distracting as he power washes her insides with ghost spunk. He pounds away at her tail until she can feel him finally taper off. The two leave Tanja an oozing mess, her holes gaping voids where their knot and fist had been. As the chill in the air lifts with the last spirit, Tanja cannot help but collapse. A nudge to her shoulder awakens her again, the bright light of Fera and John's flashlights illuminating the little medicine office. She was curled up under the counter again and fully dressed, exactly how she had been when she first fell asleep. The two profess some admiration as she had stayed the whole night without making any fuss. As they hop into the car to go home, Tanja gets a text. It is a picture of what appears to be the collie's cock stuffed in her passed out mouth, her face covered in a fresh load with the message "Cum again real soon deary~ <33333"