Miko Visits a Kinky Ghost Hotel
by Lim Burg
Miko Yotsuya passed by the haunted house twice a day, once on her way to school and again on her return trip, but she'd never worked up the courage to look inside. To those lacking the vision, the house looked like an ordinary four story office building—reset entrance, concrete dividers, clean tinted windows that gleamed in the sunlight. The structure blended perfectly with the buildings surrounding it.
Miko, however, possessed the ability to see through the facade. The invisible gray mist enveloping the building obscured a flashing pink and blue neon sign that flashed the words "Ghost Hotel" beneath a block of undecipherable letters.
The heart shape forming the "O" in "Hotel" informed members inhabiting the ghostly plane this was a Ghost "Love" Hotel. The overlaying handcuff loops forming the "O" in "Ghost" conveyed, additionally, the establishment's kinky bent. This latter attribute piqued Miko's interest more than she cared to admit.
Ghosts, comprised of ethereal vapor, did not effect her physical life. When she ignored them, they left her alone. Still, she longed to have some sort of power over these beings, an ability to bind them, to feel their touch. Spirit bondage intrigued her. How would you even go about binding a ghost?
I've got to see what this is about, she finally decided one day. On her trek home from school, instead of marching forward past the building with eyes focused straight ahead, Miko hung a left down the walkway leading to the reset entrance door. After piercing its misty cloak, the building still looked as normal as any other.
When she extended her arms to push open the mirrored glass door, it opened on its own. She stepped into the lobby.
"How may I be of service?" A young man standing behind the reception counter studied her from head to toe.
Miko shivered as his piercing gaze seemed to penetrate her school uniform. Not just her uniform, but her skin.
Miko scanned the lobby for spirits but saw none. She approached the counter. "I walk by this place every day and I wondered what it was about."
"What do your detective senses tell you it's about?"
"Is it a love hotel for ghosts with perverted inclinations?"
"Close, but not exactly."
"So, what is it?"
"How much do you want to know?"
"Everything."
The man raised his brow. "In that case, let me provide you with a key to the mystery." When the man opened his hand, a small translucent silver key floated up out of his palm, made several orbits around Miko's head and torso, and ended its travels by tapping the back of her hand. When she opened her hand, the tiny key rested on her palm, tingling her skin.
"He likes you," the man said. "You may proceed."
She squinted. "Is this a ghost key?"
"Yes, it is."
"What does that even mean?"
"When you see apparitions at your school, at the park, or on the bus, what form do they take?"
"They take all kinds of forms, usually pretty ugly ones if you ask me. Especially compared to who or what they were before they died. I've seen pictures."
"An entity's ghost shape, how it presents its post-life ethereal self to the world, can be anything." He pointed. "Even a key."
Miko opened her palm. "This key is a spirit entity?"
"Yes, it is."
"If it's a spirit, it can't affect me. I can't hold this key or use it to open anything." When she moved her arm back and forth, the key passed through her hand.
"Try this. Place your hands together slowly as if you're praying, snuggling the key in between."
Miko gently placed her left palm on top of her right, sandwiching the key, and moved her hands into a prayer position at shoulder height.
"Perfect. Now say the words, 'Use me as you wish.'"
Miko took a deep breath and said, "Use me as you wish."
A set of translucent handcuffs whizzed through the ceiling and ratcheted themselves around her wrists.
"Wow." Her eyes widened. "That is so cool." She held her wrists still. Moving them would cause the cuffs to pass through her. The tingling sensations the cuff apparition created about her wrists felt nice.
She opened her hands a bit. When the key floated upward, the spirit cuffs encasing her wrists tugged to follow.
"Go with it," the man said.
"Huh?"
"Let the cuffs pull you up and out."
"What?"
The man remained silent.
She took a deep breath, relaxed her muscles, and let the cuffs pull her arms skyward.
"Okay," he said. "That's good. Now here comes the fun part. Close your eyes and let go of yourself."
Despite his strange directions, Miko knew what he meant. She closed her eyes and relaxed. To her surprise, the cuffs found purchase around her wrists and pulled her up. In fact, she saw them pulling her up, though her eyes were closed.
Her spirit body was rising, separating from her physical body, which remained below with arms extended overhead, eyes clenched shut. Her translucent spirit form glowed with the same sun-tinged intensity emitted by the good spirits she'd seen at the temple. Her spirit body's nudity inspired no embarrassment.
As her unclothed spirit self separated from her physical self, the man walked around the counter and stepped behind the posing schoolgirl. When Miko's glowing bare spirit feet cleared her head, her physical body collapsed into the man's arms.
"I'll keep your shell in a safe place while you recreate," he said, cradling the schoolgirl in his arms. "I booked you in room 315."
Her cuffed wrists passed through the lobby's ceiling tugging her torso along. "Thank you." She waved her foot.
"Have fun." The man returned the wave with a nod. He left her field of view when her head passed through the ceiling into the second floor.
After passing through an empty hallway, the cuffs tugged her up through another ceiling into the third-floor hallway. Once she cleared it, her feet stood flat on the carpeted ground and her wrists dropped to her belly.
She studied the numbers on the doors. "301, 302…"
The silver key moved forward down the hallway. The handcuffs followed, tugging her along. She tried separating her wrists and twisting them out of the snug bracelets, but the ghost cuffs effectively restrained her spirit body.
Upon arriving at room 315, the door opened, the cuffs tugged her inside the room, and the door slammed shut. All manner of crazy bondage contraptions—shackles, dildos, vibrators, whips, paddles, clamps—floated gleefully about her like semi-transparent objects lit by Blacklight in a darkened room. She sensed their excitement at her arrival.
A hook lowered from the ceiling, captured the cuffs, and tugged Miko skyward as a living spreader-bar grasped her ankles and spread her legs obscenely wide, leaving her on tip-toes to maintain her balance.
"Hey you guys, I don't know if I—," she said moments before a ballgag whizzed across the room, planted itself in her mouth, and strapped itself tightly around the back of her neck.
"Hmmnnngffff." Her eyes bulged when a vibrating dildo teased her engorged clitoris on its way to parting her vaginal lips, even as a second intruder spread her anus. She shrieked when a set of cheerful clamps gripped her nipples and twisted hard. Seconds later, a whip lashed her thighs and feathers teased her heels.
Oh shit, the helpless, struggling schoolgirl emoted, her words garbled by the gag. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! Her body tensed as a colossal orgasm welled up inside her.
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"Hey, Miko. Is that you?"
Miko snapped her eyes open to find her busty friend Hana staring down at her with hands on hips. The schoolgirl, now modestly dressed in her uniform, sat up against the wall just outside the gate of the "haunted house" office building.
"How long have I been here?"
"Couldn't have been more than fifteen minutes. I left school a little bit after you when I finished my cleaning, remember?"
No way. It felt like she'd spend all day in that building getting violated, penetrated, tortured, and teased by those kinky bondage spirits. Ghost time must pass differently from living time.
She checked her skirt pocket and pulled out a receipt, evidence of a 4000 Yen purchase at—she still couldn't decipher the familiar archaic characters. Her cash pocket was 4000 Yen lighter.
She giggled. Worth every penny.
She studied the business card clipped to the receipt which had the same archaic characters printed on it along with the establishment's address but no phone number. The handwriting on the back of the card read, "Thanks for visiting. Please give us a good rating on Yelp. And come back soon.—Daniel."
"Want to get some pastry?" Hana offered Miko a hand up.
"Sure." She grasped the hand, rose to her feet, and brushed off her skirt. She crumpled up the receipt and dumped it in the next trash receptacle they passed. She moved the business card to her blouse pocket, where it felt warm against her breast.
Author's Notes: Someone gave me a writing prompt to write a story about Miko that involved a haunted house and bondage. This story got me into the Discord server, so I thought I'd share it here since there doesn't seem to be much Mieruko fiction yet. I'm only familiar with the anime, so if I mess up some of the rules of this universe revealed later in the manga, give me a pass, okay? Thanks!