A follow up to my previous story, Between a Curse and a Tickle. Go back and read that one if you want some context for what's going on here.
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Mika Hayes rather liked living alone. It wasn't like she dislike being around other people, it was the opposite in fact, it was just nice to have a place she knew she could have a solid "Me" day in. Suddenly getting a new roommate out of the blue wasn't something she was happy with. It certainly didn't help that the woman in question was a sadistic ghost who'd introduced herself a week ago by tickle torturing Mika and her best friend Cinder for a little under a full day straight.
"Yo," called out the ghost girl with an offhand wave at the sound of the front door opening. Mika couldn't bring herself to answer with much more enthusiasm than an irritated grimace while she carried her groceries in from the front door to unload them in the kitchen.
"Can you please turn that off?" The young woman's displeasure wasn't just from the sight of the ghost lying across her couch without so much as a "by your leave". A lot of it was also from the video said spirit was using her 65" widescreen TV to watch. Mika had walked in on the sounds of a woman loudly moaning with pleasure. Entering the living room on her way to the kitchen gave her an eyeful of a curvy beauty bound hand and foot in the nude to a peculiar chair. The arms of the chair stretched out above her head instead of at her sides and padded extensions to the seat spread her legs wide open while keeping them straight, allowing the viewer a clear view of her toe tied feet and bare pussy. A multitude of straps around her arms, ankles, thighs, waist, and chest meant the woman could barely move a few centimeters no matter how hard she struggled.
The bound woman's moans were being caused by the trio of similarly beautiful women dressed only in pairs of panties taking advantage of her helplessness. One of the girls was standing behind the chair reaching around to massage her D-cup breasts while another was stirring a dildo inside her spread pussy with one hand and pressing a vibrator against her clit with the other. The third wasn't joining in on sexually stimulating her, instead sitting at the bound beauty's feet to lightly trace her nails down her immobilized soles. Why she was doing this quickly became apparent. The sexual stimulation soon brought the bound woman to a body quivering, eye fluttering, mind-shattering orgasm. She didn't get to enjoy it for more than a few seconds before the loving touches became far crueler. The foot tickling upgraded from light tracing to nails raking down her soles, the sex toys at her nether region were dropped in favor of hands prying at her inner thighs, and the breast massage was now being performed by nails rapidly skittering all over her heaving chest. The moans transformed into screams of laughter as she was sent from the heights of pleasure crashing down into the pits of tickle hell.
"I said turn it off!" Mika cried. Her groceries were left in favor of dashing across the living room to snatch up the remote lying on the couch besides the ghost girl. A quick press of the power button returned blessed silence to the room. Mika took a moment to catch her breathe. At some point it had become far heavier than the short sprint across the room should've made it.
"Ah, but it was just getting to the good part!" Mika didn't like the little smile playing across her ghostly roommate's face. It reminded her unerringly of a cat staring down a cornered mouse. "The blonde at her feet was about to pull out a comb and let the base of her toes really have it. Her reaction is downright magical. I don't think I've ever heard a girl laugh that loud from something so small before. Then the other two break out some brushes and I swear she must've shattered all the glass in the room from how loud she spends the next couple minutes screaming." Mika shuddered at the description.
She knew that this was the cursed spirit's way of messing with her. The ghost girl hadn't been content to go back to sleep in her cursed video after tickle torturing Mika and Cinder to the brink of insanity. A couple gigabytes worth of tickling-themed pornographic videos had been pirated off the internet using the desktop computer upstairs. Moving around the house now ran the risk of Mika walking in on videos of women who looked like or had similar ticklish spots as herself or Cinder undergoing intense tickle torture. The fact that the ghost girl had decided to amuse herself by preying on her insecurity over her tickling fetish wasn't something she'd been prepared for. It left her too flustered to do much more than flee back to the kitchen.
Retreating back to the kitchen didn't exactly allow her to escape from the ghost's taunts. "How're things going with that Cinder girl? She seemed nice. It's been a while since she's visited. You should invite her over for dinner some time." Mika seethed. That particular topic was a low blow even for her ghastly new roommate. She shot the smirking woman on her couch a glare while answering.
"We're doing fine, thank you very much." What caught her off guard, even more so than the random tickling videos these days, was seeing the ghost girl's expression soften a little at her curt reply.
"Still two haven't made up from that fight yet, eh?" Mika was having a hard time meeting the ghost girl's gaze. It was too understanding. Too sympathetic. The young woman went back to storing away her groceries just so she'd have an excuse to not look at it.
"...no," was all she managed as a reply. The topic of the fight she'd gotten into with Cinder last week was still a sore spot for her. Neither of them had been in a good state of mind after having spent the last day being sadistically tortured. Mika had ended up losing her temper from the stress and blaming Cinder for getting them into that situation by playing around with the cursed video.
"I take it you realize that she hadn't really meant it when she called you a freak," the ghost girl remarked. "She was pretty upset too at the time. The poor little thing had been tickled just as badly as you. I doubt she was thinking straight when she said that."
"...shut up," Mika muttered. As much as it irritated her to be consoled by their tormentor like that, a small part of her did appreciate the sentiment. While Mika understood after having some time to calm down that Cinder had just been lashing out in retaliation over Mika's own misplaced anger, a lot of what she'd yelled had stung worse than the tickling had. Having the woman she had a crush on rail at her, calling her a pervert and a freak for her masochistic tickling fetish, had quickly reduced Mika to tears. It'd only been a couple hours since the ghost girl had let them go and Cinder's house had been filled with the sounds of the two screaming at each other until Mika ran away back home. They hadn't so much as texted each other since.
The room fell silent for a short while. Mika was lost in self-pity remembering everything Cinder had said to her and regretting everything she'd yelled back. The ghost girl wasn't about to let her wallow in despair though. "Oh come on, it's not that big a deal. Just push her onto your bed and go down on her! I'm certain everything will be fine after that!"
Mika nearly tripped over her own two feet walking back and forth between her bag of groceries and her fridge. That one was so out of left field that it was difficult for her believe that her ghastly new roommate had really said that.
"What!?" she spluttered in disbelief. She looked over in shock at the ghost girl giving her a thumbs up from the couch.
"It'll be fiiiiine. I've never once met a girl who could stay angry while addled from continuous climaxes. Just make her cum until she can't even remember why you two were fighting to begin with and you'll be a pair of lovebirds in no time."
Mika's ears were burning with embarrassment from just hearing the suggestion. She was about to ask how on earth the spirit thought that was decent relationship advice when she realized something: she'd never heard the ghost girl bring up her relationship with Cinder before. All of their interactions over the past week had been centered around her tickling fetish. For her to start advocating for the two of them to sleep with each other was a new one.
"What's gotten into you? Why're you suddenly interested in getting the two of us together? What's the catch?" Mika narrowed her eyes at the ghost girl grinning at her from the couch. It all struck her as terribly fishy. There had to be something behind the sudden change in approach.
"Come on, even cursed spirits living in CDs love a good romance story. I wanna see a cute couple like you two have a happy ending together as much as the next ghoul." Mika patiently waited for her to continue. The two stared at each other in silence for a minute or two. The ghost girl was the one to break first. "Aaaaand I feed off of two people making love together. Not sexual excitement, making love. Like, milking both of you for orgasms was a nice little pick me up, but it really doesn't sustain me long term. I need to be around people willfully having sex for it to count. With my cursed video being in a deprecated format, I need you two to make up and break the bed together or else I'll start fading away soon. So... pretty please? Could you do me a solid here? I don't wanna pass on to the afterlife yet," she sheepishly admitted. Mika sighed with exasperation.
"You voyeur." The ghost girl recoiled at the accusation.
"I am not! This is how I survive! I'm not the one who wrote the rules on what sort of ghost I turned into, I'm just working it." Mika rolled her eyes and finished up putting away her groceries. It'd been foolish of her to expect anything more from a ghost who lived in a cursed video that forced its viewers to have non-stop sex. She was just about to head upstairs when the doorbell rang. Rerouting herself over to open her front door revealed none other than Cinder Davis standing on the opposite side.
Mika's mind went blank. She really hadn't expected to talk with Cinder again so soon and had been wholly unprepared for her to show up. Her brain tried to distract itself by looking the smaller girl over. Cinder had shown up dressed like she was expecting to go on a date. The petite brunette was wearing a white shoulder-baring top paired with a pink pleated miniskirt and white tennis shoes. Even though they weren't actually about to go on a date together, or at least Mika didn't think they were, it made her wish she'd chosen something a bit better than a grubby t-shirt, jeans, and light jacket. All that bare skin in all the right places was also forcing her to suppress the fantasy of slipping her fingers in and start wiggling until the smaller girl was laughing too hard to fight back.
"Um... hey," was the only thing Mika could figure out to say. Cinder was nervously twiddling her fingers together. Neither was able to look each other in the eye.
"H-hi..." Cinder shyly replied. The two stood in silence for a few seconds, both trying to come up with something to say that would make the palpable awkwardness between them go away. "You sent me a text saying you wanted to talk?" Cinder finally asked.
Mika was taken aback with surprise. She hadn't been able to so much as been able to start drafting up a message to Cinder in her head over the past week much less find the courage to start typing it out. A quick glance back at her living room confirmed her suspicions. The ghost girl had positioned herself just around the corner so Cinder couldn't see her from the doorway and was giving Mika a thumbs up with a huge grin on her face. At some point she'd materialized a sign board with "You can do it! Just get her to your bedroom and it'll be alright!" written across it in bold letters to hold in her free hand.
"No. No I didn't. It looks like a certain ghost used my phone to call you here." Even if Mika felt like being honest was the best call here, watching the smaller girl deflate with dejection was painful.
"...sorry," Cinder mumbled. "I didn't mean to bother you."
"Oh, no! It's okay. It's not your fault. I'm sorry you had to waste the trip." If anything, it was even more awkward now.
"Oh for the love of me! Do I have to do everything around here!?" An exasperated cry came from the living room. Neither of the two women had enough time to do much more than glance in confusion over at the ghost girl before a set of disembodied hands materialized out of thin air around Mika. The taller girl let out a shriek of surprise feeling the hands seize her by the limbs to drag her back further into the house.
Her shriek was quickly followed up with breaking into laughter. Not all of the hands had been for the purpose of restraining her. The hands around her wrists had yanked her arms above her head so two more sets could begin applying their thin fingers inside her armpits and in the tender spaces between her ribs. The attack was too sudden for poor Mika to have been able to prepare herself mentally. She was quickly reduced to shrieking with laughter and futilely struggling against her bondage.
"Stop that! Let her go!" Cinder was shocked by the sudden development, but rallied quickly. The smaller girl stuck her head in the doorway to yell at the ghost girl. The sadistic ghost was floating into the entryway with an annoyed expression on her face. When her eyes settled on Cinder though, a sadistic little smile formed across her face.
"Sure, under one condition." The ghost girl floated over to Mika. With a few quick motions she pulled the struggling girl's shirt over her head and unhooked the simple white bra she had on, causing her D-cup breasts to spill out into the open. "I'll let her go if you suck her tits until she cums."
"Nohoho!" Mika cried with dismay. The idea of Cinder of all people touching her breasts sent her into a panic. She was about to plead with Cinder not to do it when the ghost girl materialized a semi-translucent ball gag into her hand. Having the gag shoved into her mouth left Mika unintelligibly begging for her friend to just run away in between her peals of laughter.
"Suck her tits," the ghost girl repeated with a nasty smile. "Do it or I'll never stop tickling. I'll keep tickling her all day and all night for as long as it takes. She won't get even a second to breathe. It'll only stop once you come in here and put your mouth on her melons. Is that really too much to ask to save your friend from being tortured into insanity?"
Cinder's face had gone beat red with a blush of embarrassment. Two ideas were running through her head. First: This was obviously a trap. The ghost girl was trying to lure her into the house before grabbing her too. What she really should do was run away and get help. Maybe she'd be able to find some priest who could exorcise the ghost before too long.
The second, more intrusive, one: Seeing Mika's D-cups bouncing around was downright mesmerizing. Cinder couldn't take her eyes off of them. The fact that they were jiggling that much thanks to Mika's struggling from being tickle tortured was only making it hotter to the young woman. Any ideas she had about going to get help were being overwhelmed by the fact that the ghost girl's demands were for her to suck on those bouncing melons. Cinder found herself unconsciously stepping through the doorway.
"You'll really let her go, right? You promise?"
"Of course. Cross my heart and hope to live. You want to save her, don't you?" The ghost girl was positively beaming. To emphasize her point, the sadistic phantom had floated behind Mika to sink her nails into her exposed sides right above her hips. Feeling a third set of fingers join in to abuse her helpless body made Mika let out another high pitched shriek of laughter into her gag. Her renewed struggling was making her breasts bounce around more than ever before, further enticing Cinder to come closer.
Cinder quickly shut the door behind her. It had become acutely apparent to her that Mika's exposed chest was in full view of anyone who happened to pass by. One hesitant step after another brought her closer to the struggling beauty. The ghost girl used her hands to levitate the struggling, laughing woman into the air so her breasts were at eye level. Cinder gulped once she was close enough to reach out and touch them. She'd never really internalized until now just how large Mika's chest was. The ghost girl had stopped tickling now that she was close enough, but the few minutes of intense stimulation had already taken their toll. Mika's body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat and her engorged nipples were standing stiff at attention. Both globes were rhythmically rising up and down from Mika taking in what gulps of air she could during her unexpected break.
It was too much for the petite brunette to handle. Cinder reached out to cup one of the heaving melons in her hand before leaning in to wrap her lips around the engorged nipple in front of her. Her attempts to suckle and lick away were interrupted by Mika letting out a squeal of laughter the moment her tongue made contact. Cinder stepped back in shock. It took her a second to remember that Mika's breasts had been one of the ghost girl's primary targets when torturing both of them last week. She'd been so busy with the confusing tangle of emotions that had welled up inside of her from her own torture that she'd almost forgotten.
A small smile formed on Cinder's lips. The worry in her eyes was being replaced by a more mischievous glint. Rather than lean her head forward again, Cinder brought her hands up to threateningly wiggle her fingers right in front of Mika's heaving chest.
"Oh, Mika. Here am I trying to save you and you laugh at me for it? That's just rude! I think I'm going to have to teach you some manners," the petite brunette taunted. She couldn't help herself. She knew in her head that she should feel bad over the look of terror that came over Mika's face at her words and realized that she was making the situation worse for her best friend, but the opportunity to get to tickle the older girl's breasts was too good for her to pass up on.
Cinder hadn't been idle over the past week. The intense tickling she'd suffered at the ghost girl's hands had made her realize that she'd found tickling to be far sexier than she'd thought it'd be. After a few days dithering on the subject, Cinder's curiosity had gotten the better of her. She'd spent several evenings watching tickling videos and browsing fetish websites. Breast tickling had been a particular favorite of hers. Every video of a large breasted woman having her bare chest abused had received her rapt attention from start to finish.
What she'd seen was being put to use now. The house was once again filled with Mika's laughter as Cinder did her best to emulate how she'd seen the ticklers in those videos take advantage of their lees' sensitive privates. The tips of her nails were tap dancing all over the jiggling melons, teasingly flicking at her nipples, and scratching at their sensitive undersides. She found herself increasingly wishing that there was a make up brush on hand. That one scene of the girl's breasts being held still so two girls could dust her nipples with the soft fluffy brushes had probably been her favorite of them all. It'd look like a perfect fusion of agony and pleasure for the girl that Cinder wanted nothing more right now than to make Mika experience.
It became clear to the ghost girl that Cinder had no intention of stopping after a few minutes. Far be it for her to keep herself from joining in on the fun now. A wave of her hands dispelled the disembodied hands floating threateningly around Mika's armpits and ribs. This situation called for a more personal touch in her mind. The ghost girl floated upwards to rake her nails down the lengths of Mika's smooth, hairless armpits.
The combined gang tickling soon reduced Mika to hysterics. The only thing she could do over the following 20 minutes was breathlessly shriek, squeal, laugh, and struggle against the floating hands that might have well been anchored into stone. Her mind was falling into shambles. Too many emotions were flowing through her for the young woman to possibly process. On one hand, being restrained, stripped, and tickled so suddenly had overwhelmed her with panicked confusion. On the other hand, having the woman she'd been harboring feelings for so obviously relishing in taking advantage of her ticklish breasts was getting her ragingly turned on. Mixed that with having two of her most ticklish spots exploited at the same time was reducing her to putty under her tormentors' fingers.
"Learned your lesson yet?" Cinder taunted after finally giving her friend a break. Mika meekly nodded her head. There wasn't any room for logic or reason left in Cinder's head at this point. Pure erotic emotion was piloting the ship now and that emotion was telling her that the sight of the bound beauty before her broken into submission was better than she could've dreamed. "Good," she cooed while once again cupping one of Mika's breasts in her hands.
This time, Mika's squeals of laughter weren't enough to get Cinder to stop. The petite brunette serviced her breasts like her life depended on it. Her attempts at pleasuring Mika's overly sensitive chest only caused her further ticklish torment at first, but over time moans began slipping their way in between the busty woman's laughter. Cinder felt a surge of pride when she settled on a routine that allowed her to pleasure her friend with only the occasional giggle slipping through.
That was when the ghost girl decided it was time to change things up a little. 'Things are going so well. It'd be a shame to let it end here,' she thought to herself. With a wave of her hands she summoned another set of disembodied feminine hands. They flew forward to wrap around Cinder's wrists and ankles and drag the two women apart with a cry of dismay. Cinder was securely levitated into a mid-air X position before the hands keeping Mika afloat and the ball-gag in her mouth were dismissed, leaving the topless woman to drop onto the floor.
"I have to say, Mika, Cinder is more evil than I thought she'd be. I always took her for a cute, innocent little thing. But I gave her a way to help save you from being tortured and she joins in on tickling you instead! Are you really gonna let her get away with that?" The ghost girl floated her way behind the bound Cinder and teasingly wiggled her hands by her sides to demonstrate what she was getting at.
"W-what!? No! I didn't mean it. I'm sorry, I just... I was..." Cinder stammered. Mika was picking herself up and rubbing where her butt had hit the floor with an angry expression. It worried her more than a little that she couldn't tell if the glare was supposed to be directed at her or the ghost girl. Mika couldn't be bothered to even put her shirt or bra back on. She marched right up to Cinder and tugged at her bound ankles. The ghost girl obliged to raise Cinder's legs up until they were suspended parallel to the ground at about chest height for Mika. Cinder was left floating in midair like she was trapped sitting with her feet in an invisible pair of stocks.
"You didn't seem too sorry when you were tickling me," Mika accused. Cinder panicked. There could only be one reason why her friend was unlacing her shoes and peeling off her socks.
"Pleahase. No. Stohop ihihit! I'm sohohorry!" Cinder pleaded. Her feet and toes weren't the most ticklish part of her body, but it was more than enough for Mika's nails to begin extracting a steady stream of giggles. There wasn't anything gentle about Mika's attack on her soles. Scrabbling fingers were diving in to dance all across Cinder's immobilized feet. Some invisible force provided by the ghost girl was preventing her from even wiggling her soles in an attempt to get away from the scratching nails. The overwhelming helplessness of not being able to escape Mika's nails dancing away at her toes, raking across the lengths of her feet, digging into her arches, or teasing her heels soon upgraded Cinder's giggles to full blown laughter.
Laughter that doubled in volume feeling the ghost girl's fingers sink into her sides. Once again, the spirit wasn't content to let the two girls to keep all the fun to themselves. She had briefly pulled Cinder's arms together in order to allow her to pull her shoulder-baring top off. After taking a brief moment to snap off Cinder's bra, leaving the poor girl helplessly floating in nothing but a tiny miniskirt and her panties, she'd joined in on the tickling with gusto. The combination of nails scrabbling randomly all over her feet and feeling fingers sink into that sensitive spot in her sides was too much for Cinder to handle. She was soon laughing hard enough to make her stomach hurt and every breath not dedicated to expressing how badly it tickled as succinctly as possible was spent on desperately pleading for her ticklers to stop.
Her pleas didn't just fall on deaf ears, they excited Mika to tickle her harder. The busty woman was smiling from ear to ear. With how Cinder's legs were positioned, she could clearly see up her skirt to the large stain spreading across her panties. "Oh my, were you really that turned on from getting to tickle me?" she teased. The foot tickling was dropped in favor of Mika making her way over to stand by Cinder's side. Flipping up her skirt to send a single finger tracing over her crotch earned her Cinder arching her back with a satisfying gasp. "Or are you this wet because I'm tickling you?"
Cinder threw her head back with a scream of laughter. She'd been desperately hoping that the one loving stroke would lead to something more. Instead, Mika had turned her attention to playing with her exposed rib cage. The combined foot and side tickling had already been overwhelming. Having the foot torture changed out for feeling those slim fingers alternating between teasingly scratching at each rib and digging at the spaces between was far worse. She was left helplessly howling with laughter with every tickle pounding straight into her privates to leave her in a mind-numbing haze of arousal and overwhelming tickles.
The ghost girl was ecstatic. This had all progressed well past her wildest dreams. She'd been hoping by luring Cinder here that she could convince the two to make up. Maybe plant the seeds to get them on the way to the bedroom later down the road. When that'd failed, she'd figured that coercing both of them into sexual acts with the threat of tickling the other would at least get them to play along to make her stop. She'd never even dared to dream that they would both get so into this. At this point, she didn't even need to get involved anymore. They were both enjoying getting so intimate with each other in their own fetishistic way that she was certain they'd continue even without any further prodding.
Fair was fair, though. She'd helped Cinder have her way with Mika for a solid 20 minutes and she wasn't about to shortchange Mika in getting revenge. The two of them continued to force Cinder to scream, shriek, beg, and howl with laughter for another 15 minutes or so before the ghost girl decided that it was enough. She dismissed the hands holding up Cinder without so much as a word of warning.
That didn't seem to bother either of the two topless women in the slightest. Mika chased Cinder down onto the floor to continue squeezing her ribs and sides. Cinder wasn't about to take the continued assault lying down though. After taking a few seconds to realize that her hands were now free, she powered through the tickling attack to slip her fingers inside of Mika's exposed armpits. The air was filled with their combined laughter from the two rolling around the ground in a tickle fight where both were going all out to tickle as hard as they could and neither wanted to avoid a single touch.
The ghost girl looked down at them from where she was floating. The tickle fight ended in favor of both of them locking each other in a hug to share a passionate kiss. Their hands were still moving across each others' bodies, but this time the thought of making the other suffer wasn't even crossing their minds.
Cinder and Mika weren't the only ones who'd found themselves enjoying this more than they'd expected. The ghost girl had spent decades forcing people to act on their repressed sexual urges and loved every second of it. Preying on Mika's deepest, darkest fantasies to torment both of them against their wills had turned out to be even better than that. And somehow, having these two women join in on the tickling because they wanted to was the best of all. Something about having her victims enjoying themselves alongside her brought the entire exercise to a whole new level.
A shiver made its way up the ghost girl's spectral spine. Cinder and Mika had managed to pull each other's remaining clothes off and were deep in the throes of lovemaking now. The primal lust was mixing with their feelings of love for each other to fill the ghost girl with renewed energy. The ghost girl floated off into the ceiling to give the two lovebirds some privacy with a smile. It wasn't the usual nasty or sadistic one that normally graced her features. This one had a certain tenderness to it that would've caught both of the women below off guard if they hadn't been too preoccupied with each other to notice.
The ghost girl hadn't been kidding when she'd said she wanted to see the two of them have a happy ending together. Sadistic impulses and nature as a cursed ghost aside, she was honestly glad to see Cinder and Mika get together like this. She knew this wasn't the end of the road for them, there was talking to be done and emotions to sort out, but the future was looking bright for them. And a part of them was hoping, with the realization of her own tickling fetish, that there was room in it for her too.
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Mika Hayes rather liked living alone. It wasn't like she dislike being around other people, it was the opposite in fact, it was just nice to have a place she knew she could have a solid "Me" day in. Suddenly getting a new roommate out of the blue wasn't something she was happy with. It certainly didn't help that the woman in question was a sadistic ghost who'd introduced herself a week ago by tickle torturing Mika and her best friend Cinder for a little under a full day straight.
"Yo," called out the ghost girl with an offhand wave at the sound of the front door opening. Mika couldn't bring herself to answer with much more enthusiasm than an irritated grimace while she carried her groceries in from the front door to unload them in the kitchen.
"Can you please turn that off?" The young woman's displeasure wasn't just from the sight of the ghost lying across her couch without so much as a "by your leave". A lot of it was also from the video said spirit was using her 65" widescreen TV to watch. Mika had walked in on the sounds of a woman loudly moaning with pleasure. Entering the living room on her way to the kitchen gave her an eyeful of a curvy beauty bound hand and foot in the nude to a peculiar chair. The arms of the chair stretched out above her head instead of at her sides and padded extensions to the seat spread her legs wide open while keeping them straight, allowing the viewer a clear view of her toe tied feet and bare pussy. A multitude of straps around her arms, ankles, thighs, waist, and chest meant the woman could barely move a few centimeters no matter how hard she struggled.
The bound woman's moans were being caused by the trio of similarly beautiful women dressed only in pairs of panties taking advantage of her helplessness. One of the girls was standing behind the chair reaching around to massage her D-cup breasts while another was stirring a dildo inside her spread pussy with one hand and pressing a vibrator against her clit with the other. The third wasn't joining in on sexually stimulating her, instead sitting at the bound beauty's feet to lightly trace her nails down her immobilized soles. Why she was doing this quickly became apparent. The sexual stimulation soon brought the bound woman to a body quivering, eye fluttering, mind-shattering orgasm. She didn't get to enjoy it for more than a few seconds before the loving touches became far crueler. The foot tickling upgraded from light tracing to nails raking down her soles, the sex toys at her nether region were dropped in favor of hands prying at her inner thighs, and the breast massage was now being performed by nails rapidly skittering all over her heaving chest. The moans transformed into screams of laughter as she was sent from the heights of pleasure crashing down into the pits of tickle hell.
"I said turn it off!" Mika cried. Her groceries were left in favor of dashing across the living room to snatch up the remote lying on the couch besides the ghost girl. A quick press of the power button returned blessed silence to the room. Mika took a moment to catch her breathe. At some point it had become far heavier than the short sprint across the room should've made it.
"Ah, but it was just getting to the good part!" Mika didn't like the little smile playing across her ghostly roommate's face. It reminded her unerringly of a cat staring down a cornered mouse. "The blonde at her feet was about to pull out a comb and let the base of her toes really have it. Her reaction is downright magical. I don't think I've ever heard a girl laugh that loud from something so small before. Then the other two break out some brushes and I swear she must've shattered all the glass in the room from how loud she spends the next couple minutes screaming." Mika shuddered at the description.
She knew that this was the cursed spirit's way of messing with her. The ghost girl hadn't been content to go back to sleep in her cursed video after tickle torturing Mika and Cinder to the brink of insanity. A couple gigabytes worth of tickling-themed pornographic videos had been pirated off the internet using the desktop computer upstairs. Moving around the house now ran the risk of Mika walking in on videos of women who looked like or had similar ticklish spots as herself or Cinder undergoing intense tickle torture. The fact that the ghost girl had decided to amuse herself by preying on her insecurity over her tickling fetish wasn't something she'd been prepared for. It left her too flustered to do much more than flee back to the kitchen.
Retreating back to the kitchen didn't exactly allow her to escape from the ghost's taunts. "How're things going with that Cinder girl? She seemed nice. It's been a while since she's visited. You should invite her over for dinner some time." Mika seethed. That particular topic was a low blow even for her ghastly new roommate. She shot the smirking woman on her couch a glare while answering.
"We're doing fine, thank you very much." What caught her off guard, even more so than the random tickling videos these days, was seeing the ghost girl's expression soften a little at her curt reply.
"Still two haven't made up from that fight yet, eh?" Mika was having a hard time meeting the ghost girl's gaze. It was too understanding. Too sympathetic. The young woman went back to storing away her groceries just so she'd have an excuse to not look at it.
"...no," was all she managed as a reply. The topic of the fight she'd gotten into with Cinder last week was still a sore spot for her. Neither of them had been in a good state of mind after having spent the last day being sadistically tortured. Mika had ended up losing her temper from the stress and blaming Cinder for getting them into that situation by playing around with the cursed video.
"I take it you realize that she hadn't really meant it when she called you a freak," the ghost girl remarked. "She was pretty upset too at the time. The poor little thing had been tickled just as badly as you. I doubt she was thinking straight when she said that."
"...shut up," Mika muttered. As much as it irritated her to be consoled by their tormentor like that, a small part of her did appreciate the sentiment. While Mika understood after having some time to calm down that Cinder had just been lashing out in retaliation over Mika's own misplaced anger, a lot of what she'd yelled had stung worse than the tickling had. Having the woman she had a crush on rail at her, calling her a pervert and a freak for her masochistic tickling fetish, had quickly reduced Mika to tears. It'd only been a couple hours since the ghost girl had let them go and Cinder's house had been filled with the sounds of the two screaming at each other until Mika ran away back home. They hadn't so much as texted each other since.
The room fell silent for a short while. Mika was lost in self-pity remembering everything Cinder had said to her and regretting everything she'd yelled back. The ghost girl wasn't about to let her wallow in despair though. "Oh come on, it's not that big a deal. Just push her onto your bed and go down on her! I'm certain everything will be fine after that!"
Mika nearly tripped over her own two feet walking back and forth between her bag of groceries and her fridge. That one was so out of left field that it was difficult for her believe that her ghastly new roommate had really said that.
"What!?" she spluttered in disbelief. She looked over in shock at the ghost girl giving her a thumbs up from the couch.
"It'll be fiiiiine. I've never once met a girl who could stay angry while addled from continuous climaxes. Just make her cum until she can't even remember why you two were fighting to begin with and you'll be a pair of lovebirds in no time."
Mika's ears were burning with embarrassment from just hearing the suggestion. She was about to ask how on earth the spirit thought that was decent relationship advice when she realized something: she'd never heard the ghost girl bring up her relationship with Cinder before. All of their interactions over the past week had been centered around her tickling fetish. For her to start advocating for the two of them to sleep with each other was a new one.
"What's gotten into you? Why're you suddenly interested in getting the two of us together? What's the catch?" Mika narrowed her eyes at the ghost girl grinning at her from the couch. It all struck her as terribly fishy. There had to be something behind the sudden change in approach.
"Come on, even cursed spirits living in CDs love a good romance story. I wanna see a cute couple like you two have a happy ending together as much as the next ghoul." Mika patiently waited for her to continue. The two stared at each other in silence for a minute or two. The ghost girl was the one to break first. "Aaaaand I feed off of two people making love together. Not sexual excitement, making love. Like, milking both of you for orgasms was a nice little pick me up, but it really doesn't sustain me long term. I need to be around people willfully having sex for it to count. With my cursed video being in a deprecated format, I need you two to make up and break the bed together or else I'll start fading away soon. So... pretty please? Could you do me a solid here? I don't wanna pass on to the afterlife yet," she sheepishly admitted. Mika sighed with exasperation.
"You voyeur." The ghost girl recoiled at the accusation.
"I am not! This is how I survive! I'm not the one who wrote the rules on what sort of ghost I turned into, I'm just working it." Mika rolled her eyes and finished up putting away her groceries. It'd been foolish of her to expect anything more from a ghost who lived in a cursed video that forced its viewers to have non-stop sex. She was just about to head upstairs when the doorbell rang. Rerouting herself over to open her front door revealed none other than Cinder Davis standing on the opposite side.
Mika's mind went blank. She really hadn't expected to talk with Cinder again so soon and had been wholly unprepared for her to show up. Her brain tried to distract itself by looking the smaller girl over. Cinder had shown up dressed like she was expecting to go on a date. The petite brunette was wearing a white shoulder-baring top paired with a pink pleated miniskirt and white tennis shoes. Even though they weren't actually about to go on a date together, or at least Mika didn't think they were, it made her wish she'd chosen something a bit better than a grubby t-shirt, jeans, and light jacket. All that bare skin in all the right places was also forcing her to suppress the fantasy of slipping her fingers in and start wiggling until the smaller girl was laughing too hard to fight back.
"Um... hey," was the only thing Mika could figure out to say. Cinder was nervously twiddling her fingers together. Neither was able to look each other in the eye.
"H-hi..." Cinder shyly replied. The two stood in silence for a few seconds, both trying to come up with something to say that would make the palpable awkwardness between them go away. "You sent me a text saying you wanted to talk?" Cinder finally asked.
Mika was taken aback with surprise. She hadn't been able to so much as been able to start drafting up a message to Cinder in her head over the past week much less find the courage to start typing it out. A quick glance back at her living room confirmed her suspicions. The ghost girl had positioned herself just around the corner so Cinder couldn't see her from the doorway and was giving Mika a thumbs up with a huge grin on her face. At some point she'd materialized a sign board with "You can do it! Just get her to your bedroom and it'll be alright!" written across it in bold letters to hold in her free hand.
"No. No I didn't. It looks like a certain ghost used my phone to call you here." Even if Mika felt like being honest was the best call here, watching the smaller girl deflate with dejection was painful.
"...sorry," Cinder mumbled. "I didn't mean to bother you."
"Oh, no! It's okay. It's not your fault. I'm sorry you had to waste the trip." If anything, it was even more awkward now.
"Oh for the love of me! Do I have to do everything around here!?" An exasperated cry came from the living room. Neither of the two women had enough time to do much more than glance in confusion over at the ghost girl before a set of disembodied hands materialized out of thin air around Mika. The taller girl let out a shriek of surprise feeling the hands seize her by the limbs to drag her back further into the house.
Her shriek was quickly followed up with breaking into laughter. Not all of the hands had been for the purpose of restraining her. The hands around her wrists had yanked her arms above her head so two more sets could begin applying their thin fingers inside her armpits and in the tender spaces between her ribs. The attack was too sudden for poor Mika to have been able to prepare herself mentally. She was quickly reduced to shrieking with laughter and futilely struggling against her bondage.
"Stop that! Let her go!" Cinder was shocked by the sudden development, but rallied quickly. The smaller girl stuck her head in the doorway to yell at the ghost girl. The sadistic ghost was floating into the entryway with an annoyed expression on her face. When her eyes settled on Cinder though, a sadistic little smile formed across her face.
"Sure, under one condition." The ghost girl floated over to Mika. With a few quick motions she pulled the struggling girl's shirt over her head and unhooked the simple white bra she had on, causing her D-cup breasts to spill out into the open. "I'll let her go if you suck her tits until she cums."
"Nohoho!" Mika cried with dismay. The idea of Cinder of all people touching her breasts sent her into a panic. She was about to plead with Cinder not to do it when the ghost girl materialized a semi-translucent ball gag into her hand. Having the gag shoved into her mouth left Mika unintelligibly begging for her friend to just run away in between her peals of laughter.
"Suck her tits," the ghost girl repeated with a nasty smile. "Do it or I'll never stop tickling. I'll keep tickling her all day and all night for as long as it takes. She won't get even a second to breathe. It'll only stop once you come in here and put your mouth on her melons. Is that really too much to ask to save your friend from being tortured into insanity?"
Cinder's face had gone beat red with a blush of embarrassment. Two ideas were running through her head. First: This was obviously a trap. The ghost girl was trying to lure her into the house before grabbing her too. What she really should do was run away and get help. Maybe she'd be able to find some priest who could exorcise the ghost before too long.
The second, more intrusive, one: Seeing Mika's D-cups bouncing around was downright mesmerizing. Cinder couldn't take her eyes off of them. The fact that they were jiggling that much thanks to Mika's struggling from being tickle tortured was only making it hotter to the young woman. Any ideas she had about going to get help were being overwhelmed by the fact that the ghost girl's demands were for her to suck on those bouncing melons. Cinder found herself unconsciously stepping through the doorway.
"You'll really let her go, right? You promise?"
"Of course. Cross my heart and hope to live. You want to save her, don't you?" The ghost girl was positively beaming. To emphasize her point, the sadistic phantom had floated behind Mika to sink her nails into her exposed sides right above her hips. Feeling a third set of fingers join in to abuse her helpless body made Mika let out another high pitched shriek of laughter into her gag. Her renewed struggling was making her breasts bounce around more than ever before, further enticing Cinder to come closer.
Cinder quickly shut the door behind her. It had become acutely apparent to her that Mika's exposed chest was in full view of anyone who happened to pass by. One hesitant step after another brought her closer to the struggling beauty. The ghost girl used her hands to levitate the struggling, laughing woman into the air so her breasts were at eye level. Cinder gulped once she was close enough to reach out and touch them. She'd never really internalized until now just how large Mika's chest was. The ghost girl had stopped tickling now that she was close enough, but the few minutes of intense stimulation had already taken their toll. Mika's body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat and her engorged nipples were standing stiff at attention. Both globes were rhythmically rising up and down from Mika taking in what gulps of air she could during her unexpected break.
It was too much for the petite brunette to handle. Cinder reached out to cup one of the heaving melons in her hand before leaning in to wrap her lips around the engorged nipple in front of her. Her attempts to suckle and lick away were interrupted by Mika letting out a squeal of laughter the moment her tongue made contact. Cinder stepped back in shock. It took her a second to remember that Mika's breasts had been one of the ghost girl's primary targets when torturing both of them last week. She'd been so busy with the confusing tangle of emotions that had welled up inside of her from her own torture that she'd almost forgotten.
A small smile formed on Cinder's lips. The worry in her eyes was being replaced by a more mischievous glint. Rather than lean her head forward again, Cinder brought her hands up to threateningly wiggle her fingers right in front of Mika's heaving chest.
"Oh, Mika. Here am I trying to save you and you laugh at me for it? That's just rude! I think I'm going to have to teach you some manners," the petite brunette taunted. She couldn't help herself. She knew in her head that she should feel bad over the look of terror that came over Mika's face at her words and realized that she was making the situation worse for her best friend, but the opportunity to get to tickle the older girl's breasts was too good for her to pass up on.
Cinder hadn't been idle over the past week. The intense tickling she'd suffered at the ghost girl's hands had made her realize that she'd found tickling to be far sexier than she'd thought it'd be. After a few days dithering on the subject, Cinder's curiosity had gotten the better of her. She'd spent several evenings watching tickling videos and browsing fetish websites. Breast tickling had been a particular favorite of hers. Every video of a large breasted woman having her bare chest abused had received her rapt attention from start to finish.
What she'd seen was being put to use now. The house was once again filled with Mika's laughter as Cinder did her best to emulate how she'd seen the ticklers in those videos take advantage of their lees' sensitive privates. The tips of her nails were tap dancing all over the jiggling melons, teasingly flicking at her nipples, and scratching at their sensitive undersides. She found herself increasingly wishing that there was a make up brush on hand. That one scene of the girl's breasts being held still so two girls could dust her nipples with the soft fluffy brushes had probably been her favorite of them all. It'd look like a perfect fusion of agony and pleasure for the girl that Cinder wanted nothing more right now than to make Mika experience.
It became clear to the ghost girl that Cinder had no intention of stopping after a few minutes. Far be it for her to keep herself from joining in on the fun now. A wave of her hands dispelled the disembodied hands floating threateningly around Mika's armpits and ribs. This situation called for a more personal touch in her mind. The ghost girl floated upwards to rake her nails down the lengths of Mika's smooth, hairless armpits.
The combined gang tickling soon reduced Mika to hysterics. The only thing she could do over the following 20 minutes was breathlessly shriek, squeal, laugh, and struggle against the floating hands that might have well been anchored into stone. Her mind was falling into shambles. Too many emotions were flowing through her for the young woman to possibly process. On one hand, being restrained, stripped, and tickled so suddenly had overwhelmed her with panicked confusion. On the other hand, having the woman she'd been harboring feelings for so obviously relishing in taking advantage of her ticklish breasts was getting her ragingly turned on. Mixed that with having two of her most ticklish spots exploited at the same time was reducing her to putty under her tormentors' fingers.
"Learned your lesson yet?" Cinder taunted after finally giving her friend a break. Mika meekly nodded her head. There wasn't any room for logic or reason left in Cinder's head at this point. Pure erotic emotion was piloting the ship now and that emotion was telling her that the sight of the bound beauty before her broken into submission was better than she could've dreamed. "Good," she cooed while once again cupping one of Mika's breasts in her hands.
This time, Mika's squeals of laughter weren't enough to get Cinder to stop. The petite brunette serviced her breasts like her life depended on it. Her attempts at pleasuring Mika's overly sensitive chest only caused her further ticklish torment at first, but over time moans began slipping their way in between the busty woman's laughter. Cinder felt a surge of pride when she settled on a routine that allowed her to pleasure her friend with only the occasional giggle slipping through.
That was when the ghost girl decided it was time to change things up a little. 'Things are going so well. It'd be a shame to let it end here,' she thought to herself. With a wave of her hands she summoned another set of disembodied feminine hands. They flew forward to wrap around Cinder's wrists and ankles and drag the two women apart with a cry of dismay. Cinder was securely levitated into a mid-air X position before the hands keeping Mika afloat and the ball-gag in her mouth were dismissed, leaving the topless woman to drop onto the floor.
"I have to say, Mika, Cinder is more evil than I thought she'd be. I always took her for a cute, innocent little thing. But I gave her a way to help save you from being tortured and she joins in on tickling you instead! Are you really gonna let her get away with that?" The ghost girl floated her way behind the bound Cinder and teasingly wiggled her hands by her sides to demonstrate what she was getting at.
"W-what!? No! I didn't mean it. I'm sorry, I just... I was..." Cinder stammered. Mika was picking herself up and rubbing where her butt had hit the floor with an angry expression. It worried her more than a little that she couldn't tell if the glare was supposed to be directed at her or the ghost girl. Mika couldn't be bothered to even put her shirt or bra back on. She marched right up to Cinder and tugged at her bound ankles. The ghost girl obliged to raise Cinder's legs up until they were suspended parallel to the ground at about chest height for Mika. Cinder was left floating in midair like she was trapped sitting with her feet in an invisible pair of stocks.
"You didn't seem too sorry when you were tickling me," Mika accused. Cinder panicked. There could only be one reason why her friend was unlacing her shoes and peeling off her socks.
"Pleahase. No. Stohop ihihit! I'm sohohorry!" Cinder pleaded. Her feet and toes weren't the most ticklish part of her body, but it was more than enough for Mika's nails to begin extracting a steady stream of giggles. There wasn't anything gentle about Mika's attack on her soles. Scrabbling fingers were diving in to dance all across Cinder's immobilized feet. Some invisible force provided by the ghost girl was preventing her from even wiggling her soles in an attempt to get away from the scratching nails. The overwhelming helplessness of not being able to escape Mika's nails dancing away at her toes, raking across the lengths of her feet, digging into her arches, or teasing her heels soon upgraded Cinder's giggles to full blown laughter.
Laughter that doubled in volume feeling the ghost girl's fingers sink into her sides. Once again, the spirit wasn't content to let the two girls to keep all the fun to themselves. She had briefly pulled Cinder's arms together in order to allow her to pull her shoulder-baring top off. After taking a brief moment to snap off Cinder's bra, leaving the poor girl helplessly floating in nothing but a tiny miniskirt and her panties, she'd joined in on the tickling with gusto. The combination of nails scrabbling randomly all over her feet and feeling fingers sink into that sensitive spot in her sides was too much for Cinder to handle. She was soon laughing hard enough to make her stomach hurt and every breath not dedicated to expressing how badly it tickled as succinctly as possible was spent on desperately pleading for her ticklers to stop.
Her pleas didn't just fall on deaf ears, they excited Mika to tickle her harder. The busty woman was smiling from ear to ear. With how Cinder's legs were positioned, she could clearly see up her skirt to the large stain spreading across her panties. "Oh my, were you really that turned on from getting to tickle me?" she teased. The foot tickling was dropped in favor of Mika making her way over to stand by Cinder's side. Flipping up her skirt to send a single finger tracing over her crotch earned her Cinder arching her back with a satisfying gasp. "Or are you this wet because I'm tickling you?"
Cinder threw her head back with a scream of laughter. She'd been desperately hoping that the one loving stroke would lead to something more. Instead, Mika had turned her attention to playing with her exposed rib cage. The combined foot and side tickling had already been overwhelming. Having the foot torture changed out for feeling those slim fingers alternating between teasingly scratching at each rib and digging at the spaces between was far worse. She was left helplessly howling with laughter with every tickle pounding straight into her privates to leave her in a mind-numbing haze of arousal and overwhelming tickles.
The ghost girl was ecstatic. This had all progressed well past her wildest dreams. She'd been hoping by luring Cinder here that she could convince the two to make up. Maybe plant the seeds to get them on the way to the bedroom later down the road. When that'd failed, she'd figured that coercing both of them into sexual acts with the threat of tickling the other would at least get them to play along to make her stop. She'd never even dared to dream that they would both get so into this. At this point, she didn't even need to get involved anymore. They were both enjoying getting so intimate with each other in their own fetishistic way that she was certain they'd continue even without any further prodding.
Fair was fair, though. She'd helped Cinder have her way with Mika for a solid 20 minutes and she wasn't about to shortchange Mika in getting revenge. The two of them continued to force Cinder to scream, shriek, beg, and howl with laughter for another 15 minutes or so before the ghost girl decided that it was enough. She dismissed the hands holding up Cinder without so much as a word of warning.
That didn't seem to bother either of the two topless women in the slightest. Mika chased Cinder down onto the floor to continue squeezing her ribs and sides. Cinder wasn't about to take the continued assault lying down though. After taking a few seconds to realize that her hands were now free, she powered through the tickling attack to slip her fingers inside of Mika's exposed armpits. The air was filled with their combined laughter from the two rolling around the ground in a tickle fight where both were going all out to tickle as hard as they could and neither wanted to avoid a single touch.
The ghost girl looked down at them from where she was floating. The tickle fight ended in favor of both of them locking each other in a hug to share a passionate kiss. Their hands were still moving across each others' bodies, but this time the thought of making the other suffer wasn't even crossing their minds.
Cinder and Mika weren't the only ones who'd found themselves enjoying this more than they'd expected. The ghost girl had spent decades forcing people to act on their repressed sexual urges and loved every second of it. Preying on Mika's deepest, darkest fantasies to torment both of them against their wills had turned out to be even better than that. And somehow, having these two women join in on the tickling because they wanted to was the best of all. Something about having her victims enjoying themselves alongside her brought the entire exercise to a whole new level.
A shiver made its way up the ghost girl's spectral spine. Cinder and Mika had managed to pull each other's remaining clothes off and were deep in the throes of lovemaking now. The primal lust was mixing with their feelings of love for each other to fill the ghost girl with renewed energy. The ghost girl floated off into the ceiling to give the two lovebirds some privacy with a smile. It wasn't the usual nasty or sadistic one that normally graced her features. This one had a certain tenderness to it that would've caught both of the women below off guard if they hadn't been too preoccupied with each other to notice.
The ghost girl hadn't been kidding when she'd said she wanted to see the two of them have a happy ending together. Sadistic impulses and nature as a cursed ghost aside, she was honestly glad to see Cinder and Mika get together like this. She knew this wasn't the end of the road for them, there was talking to be done and emotions to sort out, but the future was looking bright for them. And a part of them was hoping, with the realization of her own tickling fetish, that there was room in it for her too.
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