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Ghost Chapter 1: The Ghost by Jen Jones
Chapter 1: The Ghost
She opened her eyes. It was her bedroom... but it was different. The paint
was gone, her possessions weren't present and she couldn't move much at all.
Jane turned her head. Her hands were tied by silk to the posts of the bed
as were her feet. She wondered how she got in this predicament. She was
wearing a white silk negligee that was softness personified and was all she
had on. The door opened. In walked a tall, strict looking woman. Her
expression was thin and cold, but her eyes seemed to possess an almost
demonic look... a barely controlled, smouldering lust. A word seemed to pop
into Jane's head: governess. As soon as the woman saw Jane her expression
turned to anger, but the look in her eye intensified... from smouldering to
burning.
The woman was wearing the severest of grey dresses, a thick cloth that
concealed all her femininity. Her face was pale and without make up... It
was a very puritanical look added to by the fact that, at that moment, she
was angry.
"What is the meaning of this?" she snapped, stepping towards the bed. Jane
felt fearful inside, but she started to speak... only it wasn't her voice.
It was a more cultured voice, younger too. It was like the voice of an
aristocrat, or at least someone who'd been trained to sound like one. It
was plaintive and timid.
"I was looking through the wardrobe when I found one of mother's old
dresses. I put it on and it fitted perfectly. I was viewing myself in the
mirror when one of my brothers came up. He said I was being naughty and
tied me to the bed! I've been here for hours!" As she said the words, Jane
experienced memories of what had happened. She had found the slip and...
put it on... But she hadn't been caught by her brothers... She'd... tied
herself to the bed? Where was the sense in that? The governess continued
looking at Jane severely for a moment, until her expression broke and she
smiled slightly.
"Your brothers are not supposed to come up here, Kathryn, but it seems you
are innocent. I shall untie you." She came over and sat on the bed.
Although she didn't intend to, Jane found herself speaking again.
"Oh thank you Miss Goodson, thank you. I would dearly love to have my
brother punished, but I don't know which one did it. By the way, did you
take a chance to touch this dress? It's the softest thing I've ever
encountered!" Jane's voice was girly and childlike, but her thoughts were
far from innocent. She wanted the governess to touch her, not the dress...
to give into her lust! Ms Goodson stopped what she was doing and looked at
Jane. Her face was an agony of indecision, but her hand was rising...
shivering as it did so, but rising. It brushed against the side of Jane's
dress.
Jane squealed! It tickled... but it was delicious... The governess' eyes
took on a maniacal glint. Years of virginal servitude to the extremes of
Presbyterianism gave way to a sexual desire that was overpowering. She
brought both her hands against the bound girl. The sensation of Ms
Goodson's fingers raking up and down Jane's ribs was torturous yet
incredibly pleasurable. When the governess paused for a moment, Jane,
panting heavily and still giggling, said:
"Please don't tickle my armpits... not my armpits!" The governess needed
no further encouragement. Her soft, supple fingers delved into Jane's
armpits, causing peels of laughter to come out from Jane. It was heavy
work, tickling, and Ms Goodson soon found how hot she'd become. Breaking
away from Jane she deftly removed her outer layer of clothes, the thick grey
cloth giving way to white cotton outerwear. The governess removed that
garment also, leaving her in her last remaining clothes: her night shirt.
She paused a moment before continuing her tickling.
Despite their softness, Ms Goodson's fingers were very strong and their
assault lasted some time. She continued tickling Jane's armpits
mercilessly, the crazed light of lust filling her being. Straddling Jane,
she tore into her, causing Jane to shriek as the tickling became too
intense. The governess moved away from the girl's arms for a second and
pulled slightly at the negligee. It was untied at the back and the top half
came away easily. Now Miss Goodson was truly lost. Jane's breasts were
plump and full and her nipples were standing taut and proud. The governess
could feel her own nipples throbbing under her night shirt. She didn't
think about puritan morality, sin or consequences, all she considered were
the throbbing breasts beneath her and her own lust.
Mary Goodson brought her face down onto Jane's breasts and Jane felt the
older woman's tongue against her nipples. She moaned in pleasure. The
tickling had been heavenly... it had been the most arousing feeling she'd
ever experienced. Being tied down she'd known there was nothing to save her
but pretty soon she hadn't wanted to be rescued. The laugh inducing
stroking and tickling had also been wired straight into her breasts and
pussy. They were alive with sensation and every moment made them more and
more aroused.
The governess leaned back and removed her nightshirt. Both women were
incredibly turned on and it showed. She pulled off her clothes and released
her long black hair. It flowed down her back and shoulders, all the way to
her buttocks. Her body was extraordinary: strong, womanly curves with huge
breasts and full buttocks. Jane's waif like shape seemed liable to be
crushed by it, but the girl wasted no time in making her desires known.
"Come here and make love to me," she said, her voice low and husky.
Mary stepped back onto the bed and pulled at the negligee. It came away
completely. If Jane had been standing up it would've fallen off anyway.
"You planned this," said the governess, realization dawning. Jane looked
back with pure lust in her eyes. She gave her explanation:
"Ever since you first looked at me I knew you desired me. Ever since that
day you tickled me I have desired you. You wanted to touch me and make love
to me, I wanted the same. I just gave you the excuse to give into your
feelings. If you think I've been a bad girl, why don't you come and punish
me?" Jane pushed her crotch out at the woman. Completely naked she writhed
on the bed, desperate for sexual fulfilment. Mary Goodson looked at the
girl. She wanted her so badly... had done for so long... But she resisted.
She took her clothes and left Jane in the bedroom, alone and unsatisfied.
Jane felt tears in her eyes. Part of her realised they were the tears of
the girl who had lived here, but some of them were her own. It was so sad
how young and alone the girl had been... locked up in an apartment with none
of the friends, hopes and dreams of youth. To have been driven to such
lengths just to experience release...! She sighed and closed her eyes.
When they opened she was in the present. The coldness was gone but the
feelings remained. Sarah realised she was still naked... and her arms and
legs were still tied. Panicked, she tried to pull herself free, but to no
avail.
"I had to tie the final knot with my teeth." The voice was in front of
her. Jane looked towards the wardrobes. What had seemed like a shadow
materialised as a girl, wearing thick, puritan robes. She was young, no
more than seventeen, and very beautiful, a blue eyed red haired girl,
dressed severely in thick, old fashioned clothes.
"You were wondering how I tied myself to the bed," she continued. "I put
on the dress, tied my feet and one arm. The second took a bit of practice,
but I so desperately wanted to feel the warmth of another's touch that I
practiced till it was second nature. I knew she desired me and she almost
took me, but her beliefs prohibited her from allowing it to happen. So she
left and I succumbed to depression and died." The girl walked towards me.
As she did so her thick clothes became lighter and brighter until... it was
the negligee I'd seen before.
"Since then I have waited here, in these rooms, for someone to show the
love for me that I need. Countless families stayed here, but they were no
good. Men are not something I find attractive and there have been no women
who might desire me like I desire them." She came onto the bed, on her
hands and knees, between the V of Jane's legs.
"But you, Jane, you have the passion I seek. You have the flame of womanly
love in your heart... Accept me... Love me..." Jane looked at the girl.
Her hair was a rich red making her skin was very pale. Despite her youth
and slim stature, her breasts were large, barely covered by the negligee.
She was utterly delectable. Jane could only breathe her answer.
"Take me..." she said.
The girl leaned down, her body above Jane's, and kissed her lover softly on
the mouth. It started off gentle and caressing, but the years of passion
quickly made the girl turn more aggressive. Jane had been alone for almost
a year and she felt her own desire rise to meet that of the ghost's.
Kathryn broke off and looked down at Jane.
"Unfortunately, Jane," she explained, "I cannot simply make love to you.
As I lay there, tied to the bed I felt an emptiness that consumed me. What
I soon desired more than anything else was to laugh again, but there was no
joy left in my soul. I need to hear laughter again. I need to feel the
warmth it brings." From out of nowhere she produced a small, stiff, goose
feather. "You have asked me to take you, Jane, and I will." Jane's eyes
viewed the feather in panic. She was incredibly ticklish! She tried to
splutter out a 'please no,' but it was too late. Kathryn ran the feather up
Jane's side.
She squealed, closing her eyes and releasing an awesome reaction to such a
light touch. Panting to regain her breathe she had little defence against
the second flick of the feather. It was up her other side and caused a
similar explosion of tickling sensation. Kathryn stopped.
"It seems the feather is too much for you. Or perhaps it was merely the
anticipation. We shall try something else." The ghost clambered onto the
bed and straddled Jane like Mary Goodson had done to Kathryn. She ran her
fingers up Jane's sides. This wasn't the shock caused by the feather, but
it was still very ticklish. It broke down Jane's barriers incredibly
quickly.
"Hee hee hee!" She giggled, her eyes shut against the feeling. The
assault paused a moment and she looked up. Kathryn had her fingers poised
above Jane's arms. Realisation dawned.
"Not my arms," she cried. "Not my arms!" Kathryn had shouted it as an
encouragement to her governess. This was not the case for Jane. The
ghost's delicate fingers feasted on the soft skin.
"Ha ha haaaa..." It continued for some time, alternating between arpeggios
along her sides and crescendos under her arms. Kathryn was enjoying herself
immensely. Jane was extraordinarily ticklish! She removed her fingers from
Jane's armpits and leant back. Jane spluttered a 'what are you doing?' but
realisation soon dawned.
"Not my feet! Not my feehee hee hee!" Her cries for clemency choked into
laughter as Kathryn ran her fingers along the souls of Jane's feet. She was
still straddling Jane as she did it. An idea came to mind. Resting her
buttocks on Jane's writhing pussy, the ghost slowly extended her feet till
both were next to the other girl's armpits. She wasn't prepared for what
happened. Jane exploded at the twin sensations on her feet and under her
arms. She bucked and spluttered, screaming incoherently. Kathryn felt her
breasts and pussy throbbing at the feelings she was eliciting.
Similarly, Jane was being stimulated in her erogenous zones as well. The
tickling was tortuous. She could feel the ghost's fingers on her feet and
the toes under her arms and it was horrible. It caused her to convulse, to
writhe, to shake and to scream out laughter... but there was something else.
It also seemed to be really turning her on! She'd never been tickled so
totally before. Nor had she had someone sitting on her pussy as they did
it, their movement and her own writhing conspiring to really stimulate her.
Now she could feel the pressure building up in her breasts and her pussy.
She felt the beginnings of the moans that would give it away... she had to
stop them! To be so totally overcome was shameful!
But that all changed when she felt the tickling on her chest. Kathryn had
released Jane's feet and, maintaining the pressure on Jane's pussy and
tickling in her armpits, she drew two clumps of her hair in each hand.
Jane's eyes were closed so she didn't even know what was about to happen.
Kathryn gently flicked the edge of her hair against the soft skin next to
each of Jane's nipples. The high pitched giggling immediately gave way to a
deeper groan. It was quickly replaced by giggles, but the hair slowly
winding around her nipples, never quite touching, had tipped the balance.
Jane increasingly began moaning through her laughter... feeling the
tumultuous feelings building up inside of her.
The ghost released one of her hands full of thick, strong hair and brought
it to her conquest's breast. The pliant tissue felt so good under Kathryn's
fingers that she stopped her tickling altogether. She moved from her
sitting position on Jane's pussy and instead lay between her legs. Her
whole body touched Jane's. That caused the prostrate girl to moan all the
louder. With a click of her fingers, Kathryn allowed her negligee and the
silk bindings to fade to nothing. Jane's riotous giggles had become moans.
She felt Kathryn kissing her breasts... the feeling was heavenly! Kathryn
became more aggressive, sucking the erect nipples while her hands pushed and
rubbed Jane's breasts. Aware that her partner was naked and that her own
arms were free, Jane brought her hands round against the ghost, grabbing her
ass and pulling their pussies together.
Kathryn grunted and smiled, moving away from Jane's breasts and looking at
her with a smile. The pair began to rock, their hard nipples rubbing
against each other, their engorged clitorises flicking and touching as their
juices ran together. Kathryn's euphoric look disintegrated as her desire
overwhelmed her. She rocked harder, grabbing Jane's face and kissing her
hard on the lips. The feeling in both woman was now so extreme that they
couldn't contain themselves and their moans and yelps grew louder and
quicker. Kathryn couldn't control herself much longer. She pushed as hard
as she could against Jane, arching her back, and was rewarded as Jane kissed
the nipples in front of her, sucking them hungrily.
The feelings were wonderful. The sensation of having another woman pressed
against her most intimate areas was exquisite. Kathryn couldn't contain
herself any longer. The ghost, pushing her breasts deep against Jane's face
while rubbing her clit as hard as she could, felt the explosion within her
she'd waited a century to experience. Screaming incoherently, she pulled
Jane hard against her. Jane sensed the convulsions in her partner and felt
her own body slip over the edge to orgasm. The two women screamed and
experienced their joy, joy that had been waiting for decades in Kathryn's
case.
They lay down, wrapping themselves up in the bedclothes and kissed long and
hard before holding each other close. Jane felt sleep sucking her down and
before she realised it she was unconscious. When she awoke she was alone.
Beside her was an envelope, old and wrinkled. The letter inside was written
in a very old fashioned hand on yellowing paper.
'Jane, my love,' began the letter. 'I have waited many years for one such
as you, but now that I have found you I am taken away. The longing I felt
was assuaged by just a night and a day in your presence, the emptiness of my
entire life repaid in hours. You are a beautiful, perfect being and whoever
you find will be lucky to have you, but I cannot remain. My time has come
to move on. To where, I do not know, but it was because of you that I can
do so. Remember me with smiles, not regret. I shall always be completely
yours, Kathryn.' Jane felt the tears welling up inside of her as she read
the letter. To have encountered someone such as Kathryn and have her be
taken away was a lot for a heart to bare. But she took solace from the
words and the conclusion that Kathryn was now at peace. Turning over the
letter she saw a little more writing:
'PS I no longer need these. I found them where they are now- in the
wardrobe. There is a false bottom. I suppose my mother and father weren't
as Puritanical as I believed! Enjoy!' Curious, Jane stood up and went to
the cupboard. Sure enough, there was a false bottom, concealed by decades
of grime and dust. She levered it open and extracted the contents: a small
trunk. Inside was all manner of feathers! There were the lengths of silk
used to bind her arms. There was a variety of very sexy lingerie and
several negligees of many different colours. One was the white slip: soft,
slim and very sexy. Not all the lingerie fitted and not all the feathers
had survived the years, but it was a hell of a tickling collection! Jane
closed the lid and moved it to the corner, but not before taking out a pair
of white silk panties and the negligee. They fitted perfectly. She was
admiring herself in the mirror when the doorbell rang.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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