Stunned by the speed and precision with which Laura begins to cast her spell, you fumble to cast a Gag of Ever Silent spell before she can finish!
You race through the last few syllables as Laura anxiously continues her spell. In a flash, your mouth is filled with what feels like yards of ancient bandaging. You've miscast the gagging spell on yourself! Why did you rush?! All the professors constantly make a point that keeping a level head can be even more important than keeping a big spell book. You pry at the mouth-filling gag, but the powerful magic keeps it firmly in place.
As you stumble back, battling the gag, Laura finishes her intricate spell. Your cotton night shirt slides up your body with an irresistible strength, forcing your arms up over your head. Once the bottom of the shirt clears your armpits, it begins to constrict, pinning your arms helplessly to the sides of your head! With the shirt tight over your arms and face, and the gag in your mouth, your breathing is ragged and difficult, and you're effectively blindfolded! You struggle around on the floor as Laura quietly giggles.
"A much better wizard indeed," she says. "Let's put a stop to all that pathetic floundering, shall we?"
You mmph desperately as your rival Laura begins to chant what sounds like the same spell as before, but in a lower timbre. Your blood chills as you feel your night shorts slide down your kicking legs, stopping over your ankles with that same constrictive force as your shirt! Great, now you're fully exposed and gagged alone in a room with a magically gifted sociopath!
Laura's giggling turns to sinister laughter as you anxiously attempt to roll over onto your stomach with all the skill and efficiency of a floundering fish.
"You really are pathetic," Laura scoffs. "Lucky for you, I've got better things to do than watch you flop around in your birthday suit."
You grunt and struggle blindly, wriggling onto your stomach in an attempt to hide your most ticklish spots from your sadistic tormentor.
"The Ever Silent Gag should wear off in two or three hours, and the constriction spells should fade before that. Which should give you enough time to rest a bit before the tournament. See you then," she hisses, as her footsteps retreat to the door.
You breathe a sigh of relief as you hear her leave. You don't know how much rest you'll get bound up like this on the hard stone floor, but you're thankful for the mercy. Maybe Laura's not as bad as you thought.
"Oh," Laura says, halting near your door, "I nearly forgot. Here's a little spell I've been working on recently, Relentless Phantom Fingers."
"ENNNNN, MPHG, ENNNNNN!" you shout into your gag, struggling to press your armpits and chest to the floor and balling your feet.
Laura finishes her strange chanting and leaves the room, closing the door behind her. For a moment, all is stillness. Then, almost imperceptibly, like a breath of wind, you feel a finger over the sole of your right foot. You jerk your leg back, but at the same time what feels like two other hands dig into your inner thighs, right below you bum. You scream laughter into your gag as still more hands seek out your most ticklish spots! You roll back and forth in a frenzy as what feels like thousands of fingers needle between your wriggling toes, jab into your exposed armpits and feet, swim impishly between your legs and over your stiff and increasingly sensitive nipples.
You buck and squirm violently, your agonized laughter muffled by the huge gag aching your jaw.
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