You awoke with a start, in a cold sweat as you were snapped awake by an unknown presence. You didn’t know what it was that awoke you, your heart pounding as you looked around the room. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but you could feel a slight pressure on your stomach and chest, prompting you to lift the covers. That’s when you saw her, a pale white girl with long black hair laying on top of you, staring you in the face. Your shirt had been removed without you noticing, and the girl’s hands slowly inched towards your sides, letting you know what she was about to do.

Your breath hitched as she carefully brought one hand up towards your ribs, her long pale fingers grazing the sensitive skin beneath your breasts before lightly dragging across them. Then she repeated the motion with the other hand, tickling you mercilessly as her icy touch sent shivers down your spine. You tried to push her away but found that your strength was useless against this ethereal intruder.

The ghost girl smiled innocently at you as she continued to tickle your chest and sides. Her hands moved faster now, almost dancing over your skin in a light caress that was driving you crazy with need. You tried to laugh but it came out more like a strangled moan.

Then she leaned closer, her pale lips inches from yours as she whispered, "I bet you'd feel even better if I tickled your feet..."

She smiled mischievously and slipped her hands down, tickling your ribs and sides until she reached your buttocks. There she paused, squeezing them gently before moving to knead your sensitive flesh between her fingers. With a soft giggle, she increased the pressure, playfully teasing you as you tried to squirm away from her touch. "You're not going anywhere," she whispered with an unnerving calmness. "I want to tickle every inch of you." Her hands slid back up, slowly caressing your hips and sides once more before returning to their previous spot between your legs.

She snickered at your futile attempt to escape her grasp as she pressed her cold body even closer against yours. One hand slid up to cup your breast, tweaking your nipple roughly through the fabric of your shirt. The sensation was so intense that it took everything you had not to moan out loud. "I don't think you're going anywhere," she purred seductively, her breath hot against your ear as she nibbled on your lobe playfully.

Her other hand slid lower still, tracing slow circles around the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs before finally reaching its target: your feet. With a soft laugh, she wrapped her cold fingers around each of your ankles, pulling them up so that your legs were spread wide open to her touch.

She released a soft giggle as she tickled your exposed soles, relishing in the feel of your warm skin under her icy fingertips. Her breath was hot against your toes, teasing them with its heat even as it sent shivers up your spine. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and you found yourself arching your back and squirming helplessly beneath her.

"That's right," she whispered huskily into your ear, "you belong to me now." With a wicked grin, she began tickling your feet with increasing vigor, making it impossible for you to focus on anything but the pleasure-pain coursing through your body. Her hands moved upwards again, teasing and tormenting every inch of skin they touched as she showed you who was truly in charge here.

She was right. There was no escaping her touch. Every time you tried to move away from the pleasure-pain she inflicted, it only intensified, driving you deeper into submission. The only thing that brought any relief was when she paused for a moment, catching her breath and smiling sweetly down at you. "I'm sorry," she whispered with a shake of her head, "but I can't help myself..." And then she would start tickling you all over again, leaving you helpless to resist the intoxicating sensations.

She released another soft giggle as she tickled your exposed soles, relishing in the feel of your warm skin under her icy fingertips. Her breath was hot against your toes, teasing them with its heat even as it sent shivers up your spine. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and you found yourself arching your back and squirming helplessly beneath her. "That's right," she whispered huskily into your ear, "you belong to me now." With a wicked grin, she began tickling your feet with increasing vigor, making it impossible for you to focus on anything but the pleasure-pain coursing through your body. Her hands moved upwards again, teasing and tormenting every inch of skin they touched as she showed you who was truly in charge here.