Watching Becky as she sits there and howls in ticklish agony, an evil thought suddenly crosses your mind and you grin wickedly. You've always had something of a sadistic streak to you. No doubt it's why you and Laura have always been such fierce rivals: the two of you are too much alike. But in any case, you walk forward, crouching down in front of Becky, who stares at you with wildly desperate, tear-streaked eyes. There's a faint light of hope and you can tell that she thinks you've finally decided to relent and accept her submission. Poor girl. So naive.
"Oh God! Oh GOHAHAHAHAHOOOD! Pleheheheheeeese let me gohohoo! I give up! I give up, IgiveupIgiveupIgiveup! Just make it STOHOHOHAHAHOHOP!" she shrieks, shaking and twisting in her unyielding bonds.
"Sorry Becky but I already told you that I can't let you submit to your own spell," you say with mock regret. "It's against the rules. And, unfortunately, since this IS a competition, I AM sort of required to actually do something to you, in order for the win to count for me." Becky's eyes widen even further, realizing that, rather than helping her out, you intend to ADD to her torment! She begins to gibber madly, shaking and thrashing in an almost animalistic need to escape, even as the conjured arms of her spell continue to tease and tickle her into ever-higher hysterics.
Taking a step back, you run the spell you intend to cast over in your mind, making sure you have it right. It's a relatively simple spell; one of the first you learned. But, given your well-known reputation for fumbling even easy spells, you figure its better to be safe than sorry. When you're ready, you recite the cantrip, creating a long, stiff turkey feather to materialize in front of you. It bobs and waves around in mid-air slightly, following the motion of your hand. Meant more as a practice spell than anything practical, it nevertheless serves your purpose perfectly.
Gesturing with your hand, you bring the feather down, between Becky's legs. Through her tears and howling laughter, she watches the feather draw near, a look of pure terror filling her eyes. She shakes her head in denial, forcing out frantic protests and piteous begs between gut-wracking giggles. You ignore her and wave your hand forward, drawing the tip of the feather down the crease of her inner thigh. Lost in a haze of tickling Hell, Becky can do nothing but squirm and shake and laugh. You motion the feather to slid back up, shifting it inward to brush its teasing edge against the side of her pussy.
"NOOHOHOHOHOOO! Please NOOO!" Becky manages to choke out, letting out a shocked gasp at the feel of the feather gliding straight up her slit. You twirl the feather back and forth, teasing her lips and making her strain against the ropes holding her. Sweat is pouring down her naked body and as the minutes slowly tick away her shrill laughter is soon interposed by grunting moans and panting gasps.
Feeling completely entranced by the nightmarish torment you're inflicting on poor Becky, you go for broke and summon a second feather, that you set to slowly tickle and teasing the outsides of her lips. By this point, Becky's arousal is more than obvious, her pussy glistening wetly, her lips flushed and peeled open. and you use your first feather to tickle at her inner walls, occasionally bringing it up to swirl tiny circles around the stiffened nub of her clitoris, which is peeking out from beneath its hood and is practically vibrating from the torturously teasing attention that it's receiving.
On and on you feather Becky's pussy, teasing and caressing every square inch of her quivering womanhood. You glide both feathers everywhere, swirling them into every nook and cranny, sending Becky into new heights of shrieking laughter and whimpering need. The only break you give her is when you're forced to pause and wipe off the feathers as they become soaked in her continuously flowing juices. Becky is bucking and thrashing in mindless torment, her voice sounding raw from the equal amounts of gasping laughter and erotic moans she's been utterly for the past ten or fifteen minutes. Her hips shake and tremble in her efforts to hump the feathers keeping her maddeningly on edge but the bonds of her own spell, which is still going strong, keep her from moving more than a few inches in either direction.
"Plehehehehease," she croaks out weakly, eyes unfocussed and rolling in her head as she twitches and giggles. "Please let mehehehehehee CUHAHAHAHAHAAM! Oh FUCK ME PLEHEHEHEHEEEAAAASSSEEE! Let me cum! Let me cum, let me cum, letmecumletmecumletmecum. LET ME CUM!"
So wild is her desperation to achieve orgasm that you almost feel sorry for her. Several times in the past, you've found yourself at Laura's mercy and made to beg for release. The girl was a true sadist and knew how to keep you bucking and howling, sometimes for hours on end before finally allowing you to blow your load. You knew how poor Becky was feeling right about now. Which made payback feel all the more sweet. Sure, you'd much rather it was Laura sitting there, naked and screaming at you and begging to cum but hey, at this point you'll take whatever you can get.
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