For a glorious moment, Laura ceases her torture!
"Now to make sure we don't bother any random passers by ..." says Laura, as she begins chanting an unfamiliar spell.
"Wait, Laura, please!" You beg breathlessly, "I can't take anymore!"
As Laura finishes her spell, you notice your desperate pleading is quickly reduced to silence! You continue to beg and whine, but no sound escapes your throat!
"Ah, much better." Says Laura, circling your helpless kneeling body with a look of pure evil on her face. "I get so bored of hearing you whine and moan."
You continue to whine and moan, as per usual, but it's useless! You've been rendered completely mute.
"I'm pleasantly surprised the Silence spell even worked." Laura laughs. "I found it in a rather dubious book of magic in the library. I never would have had the courage to try it on a competent sorcerer. But luckily, I have you."
How insulting! You stop your silent pleading for a moment and begin silently expressing your indignity.
"So," chirps Laura, sinisterly kneeling in front of you as her lips curl into a devious smile. "I'm going to tickle you until you ask me, politely, to stop."
You mouth "Stop! Please stop! Ms. Laura, please, most mighty Sorceress, please stop!" but, unsurprisingly, sounds continue not to issue from your throat.
Menacingly, Laura runs her glossy, jet black nails slowly from your stomach to your chest, before splitting and sliding toward your armpits! You begin to buck and squirm in your unrelenting hogtie as her fingers begin to dig and dance over your flesh mercilessly! You scream and beg but can't make a sound as Laura's evil cackling fills your room!
For a seeming eternity, Laura tickle tortures your underarms and prods and teases your bare nipples. Your head spins in a ticklish delirium! Just as you fear you're going to pass out from the assault you hear the door to your room creak open.
Laura stops her attack momentarily and you look toward the door, your vision blurry with the tears of agonized laughter, and you see Erica, a tall, athletic blonde fifth year sorceress and the mistress of your hall. Last semester she botched a Spectral Chains spell during finals, accidentally binding her own wrists and ankles. Professor Dweomer had found it so funny that he'd left her like that the whole rest of the day! Robbed of her shoes and socks, stretched taut with her arms above her head and her feet dangling several inches above the floor in the Hall of Restricting Magics, Dweomer had invited the rest of his classes to tickle and tease his hapless student. You, and countless other apprentice level students, couldn't resist the chance to assault the helpless feet of this advanced sorceress ... but did she remember you? You hope not!
"I was just doing my usual rounds before heading to the tourney and I thought I heard some evil cackling," says Erica, as Laura's face flushes with embarrassment.
"We were just practicing before the tournament!" Stammers Laura.
You mouth "We're done practicing now! Please get me out of here!" silently, while Erica looks on with a disappointed furrowing of her brows.
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