A huge feather suddenly appeared in the old witch's hand, making Karmilla gulped.
Quickly, the brunette stepped aside and tried to escape, not thinking about the Troll's tooth anymore. But the experienced witch cast a spell and the young girl felt magic ropes around her wrists and ankles. Then, her body flew through the room, and stuck itself against the nearest wall. The magic ropes managed to strech her arms above her head, lifting her corset even more, and giving her nice belly button this oval shape the old woman liked so much. Karmilla mentally cursed, she could have cast a spell too if she wasn't so deadly afraid of tickling!
The hag approached with a sly smile on her face, holding the huge feather and moving it in the air in order to tease the sexy witch who bite her lips nervously.
"My, my my...." She sighed. "Why are you trying to escape? I know you are looking for it. As I said, your clothes are begging for tickles."
Karmilla didn't answer, her eyes focused on the huge feather that was dangerously coming closer and closer to her midriff.
"N-No.." she begged.
The hag cackled before letting the feather dance across her belly. She started with her hipbone, continued with her lower belly, then finally her waistline. Karmilla was giggling and squirming the whole time.
"No. You called me cruel after all. That was rude. So I have to act cruel."
"I'm Sohhohohohohahahahahahaharry!!"
The old witch smiled before swirling the feather around in the perfect oval-shape innie of her victim.
"HAHAHAHAHAAH NOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEHAAHAHAHAHSE!!!"
"Please what?" She asked in a fake innocent way.
"NOHOHOHOHOT THE HAHAHA THE HEHEHHEHE BELLEHEHEHEHEHEY BUTTON!!!" Karmilla screamed with laughter, trying to escape from the magic ropes, tears falling down her face.
"And why not? You seem to enjoy, my dear!" cackled the tormentor.
"EEEEEEK!! HAHAHAHA!!" was the only thing the brunette could answer to that.
Karmilla wiggle her hips, trying to think about a spell, but she couldn't think of anything because of the feather that was swirling around in her unprotected navel again and again and, worse, faster and faster.
"I want to try something else, little puppet." The witch smiled.
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