As the principal dragged her fingers up and down Rebecca's luscious belly, she cooed, further adding to the poor girl's tickle torture. Rebecca kicked and squirmed and screamed, but her efforts were only in vain as the principal showed no intention to relent.
'Oh, I see this is a very sensitive spot, am I right?' the principal laughed, spidering Rebecca's tummy faster, causing the girl to scream louder.
'S-STOP HAHAHAA T-TI HAHAHAHA TICKLING M-ME!' She yelled, her hips bucking violently against the table. Rebecca's cries and pleas landed on deaf ears, as the principal raked her fingernails ever so gently up and down the restrained girl's sides. Her actions were met with the pleasing gasps and shrieking of a desperate Rebecca as she attempted to pull her arms down in defence, but the metal cuffs prevented her from lowering her arms about a few centimetres.
'Shhh, no-one is coming to help you Rebecca. There is no point making such a fuss.' the principal retorted. 'For the lack of respect, I'll extend this detention another hour!'
Now she was just making up excuses! If the girl was out of this room by the end of the school day it would be a miracle! Rebecca protested, howling and begging for the principal to show mercy, something that clearly sparked her interest as the principal raised her head to meet Rebecca's eye.
'Oh, I do love it when students beg.' she proclaimed. Rebecca's face wore a look of pure horror as her jaw dropped, this woman was insane! 'Beg for me.' she commanded. Rebecca was lost for words, what was just asked of her? Was this some sick, twisted game to this woman?
'WHAT T-HAHAHAH THE HE-HAHAHAH HELL?' She gasped between forced laughter. A passionate fire raged in the principal's eyes as she repeated her instruction.
'Beg. For. Me. Now.' she whispered through gritted teeth. Rebecca could do nothing but obey, she was helpless tied up like this. All she could do was submit and hope the principal showed her some mercy for it.
'I- HAHAHAAH - BEG Y-YOU HAHAHAHAHA ST-SHHAHAHAHAHAA STOP!'
'No, beg me to continue.' she argued. Rebecca couldn't believe her ears. The last thing the tired girl wanted was for this torture to endure! Nevertheless, what position was she in to protest? The girl was glistening with sweat, and she wanted this over as soon as possible.
'PLEA-HHAAHAHAHA PLEASE, KE-KEEP HHHAHAHAHAHA KEEP TICKL-HAHAHAHAH TICKLING ME HHAHAHAHAHA!' She replied in agreement. This was agony, how long did she have left? The principal continued to ruthlessly tickle her belly, fluttering her fingers all over her tummy and sides, occasionally dipping a finger into Rebecca's sweet circular belly button, providing the girl with a moment's rest as this had no effect on her. The principal soon realised this, and stopped circling her button altogether, much to Rebecca's dismay. The woman stepped away momentarily and turned her back on the girl, leaving Rebecca to wonder if her time was served. Was the principal going to untie her now? Was this torture finally over? The girl heard a drawer open and slam shut as the woman hushed the girl.
'Now, what I am going to do, you are to enjoy. Do you understand me?' the principal ordered. Rebecca nodded her head desperately, although a wave of confusion and nerves washed over her. What was she talking about? The principal turned around to reveal a pair of electric hands and feather brushes. Severe worriedness clouded the tied girl's mind. What was this evil woman planning to do to her? As if on cue, the principal installed the electric hands into switches just below the girl's armpits, one per side. They stood on their metal poles, the fingers dangerously close to the girl's skin. The woman walked to the stocks, dragging a single fingernail down Rebecca's body as the did so, causing the girl to buck and gasp. The principal then installed the feathers so the bristles just gently brushed the girl's soles, releasing a giggle from her lips. The woman then flicked a switch between the feathers, causing them to wave from side to side, teasing the girl's arches and toes. The feathers reached in between each of her toes and brushed the sensitive skin below them, sending the girl into hysterics. The feathers only increased in speed, flittering backwards and forwards, teasing Rebecca's feet. Likewise, the woman reached below the girl's left armpit and flicked a similar switch causing the electric hands to scratch at the sensitive skin of her underarms. The girl shrieked in response, much to the principal's delight, who stood between the girl's outstretched legs, clearly enjoying the show with no intent to stop it. The woman reached up for Rebecca's belly, taunting the delicate skin by stroking her fingertips up and down her tummy. Rebecca fell into silent laughter from the sensory overdose, tears streaming down her cheeks. The electric hum could not longer be heard over her pleas and desperate cries and the rattling of the cuffs against the table as she bucked and laughed uncontrollably.
'Coochie coochie coo!' the woman teased repeatedly. 'You like this don't you?' she asked. Rebecca shook her head violently, begging for the torture to end.
'HAHAHAHAHA ST-ST HAHAHAHAAH STOP IT HAHAHAHAHAHAHHHA!'
'I am your headmistress, you will not talk to me in such a tone. For that, let us take it up a step, shall we?'
How much more torture could this witch put her through, and what could possibly be worse than what she was currently enduring. The feather flicked viciously at her feet, and the electric hands now trailed her armpits so rapidly, they taunted so lightly, the girl was close to insanity. The principal...
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