"You know, Kevin," Laura says softly, sitting down behind you, "I think tickling your feet is the best part of my day. Thank god you give me so many chances to do it!" You feel her sharp nails gliding down your soles, seeking out your most ticklish spots. Like Laura said, she's had a lot of practice doing just that, so she knows exactly where those sports are. You immediately erupt with laughter.
"HE EHEHE EHEHEHE LALAUAUHAHEHE EHEHEHEHEHE LAAUUURAAAA HE EHEHEHEH PLLEEZZZZZ HE EHEHEHEHEH DONNTTT HE EHEHE TICKCKLLLEEE HE EHEHEH EHEHEHEH MEHEHEHEHEHEHE THERERERERERERE!!!!"
"Not there? Not where? Down your arch?" Lauren asked, zipping an index finger down your instep, drawing out a peal of laughter, "Or was that don't tickle the crease down the center of my foot? A thumb pressed into that spot, wiggling digging into the tender flesh, "Of course, i could just tickle them all," With that, all five fingers rake down your sole from toes to heel, covering the entire bottom of your foot the tickles.
You lose it, laughing and screaming, your body shaking back and forth, trying to escape your own magically created bonds. No dice. Laura's got you, and there's nothing you can do about it.
"Goochie goochie goo, little Kevin! This must be so awful for you. You've got to have the softest feet of any body I've ever tickled...and trust me, I've tickled quite a few. They're even softer than some of the girls I've tickled! Not very manly, Kevin. Of course, neither is squealing like a pig while I have my way with you."
Hey! You're a sorcerer, not a performer of manual labor! You don't build up many callouses sitting around reading ancient spell books all day! And trust me, all those real men out there would squeal too if Laura got to their feet.
"HE EHEHEHEHEEH OOOKOKOKOKKOO HE EHEHEHEHE OOOKKKKKKK AH AHAHAHAH YOUHUHUHUHUHU HA AHAHH GAWWTTTT MEHEHEHEHEHEH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH YOUHUHUHU WINNNN HAHAHAHAHAH LAUAURRAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAH III GIVVEE EHAHAHAHAHAAH!!!!"
"That's too bad, Kevin dear, because I'm not nearly finished with you!" Lauren began slowly spider walking her fingers up from your heels to your toes, dragging out louder and louder bellows of torment from you," Do you remember that time I got you in the library?"
How could you forget? You were carrying an armful of clothes to a side table for folding when Laura cast a spell increasing the mass of the garments by 100 times. You crumbled under the weight, effectively pinned by your own laundry! As luck would have it, only your feet and head were sticking out of the pile. laura quickly removed your shoes and tickled your feet for hours, as you screamed and screamed until a teacher finally rescued you. That was one of the worst attacks Lauren has inflicted on you and one of your worst memories.
"Remember why I got to tickle so long?" Laura asked in a teasing voice, nails digging into the balls of your feet, forcing a throaty howl from your mouth.
"YEHEHEHEHHEESSSSSS OOOHHHH GAAAWWWWWDDDD NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO NAWWWTTTT THAHAHAHAHATTTTTT AHAHAHAHAHHA NOAAWWOWOWOWOOO!!!!" Even as the tears fill your eyes and sweat starts pouring down your face, a horrible understanding fills you.
Despite the school being a scene of constant tickle warfare, the instructors did keep a handle on things. They could sense every spell being cast, and when someone was attacked by tickle magic, they would intervene...eventually, after they felt the victim had learned they're lesson. They had been slowly to react to the tickle attack in the laundry, because Lauren's spell had been cast against the clothes, not you. The instructors had thought it some entirely non-tickling prank all together. They had actually appologized to you after finally freeing you from the clothing mound Laura had buried you in. But that meant...
"Exactly!" Laura said, her voice filled with glee, "Right now all the instructors are busy refereeing the tickle matches. And since this wasn't even my spell imprisoning, but yours, probably cast while you practiced for your first match. The instructors won't have any reason to think you're in trouble, and you are in soooo much trouble Kevin, because..." At that moment, Laura slipped her fingertips under your toes.
"HE EHEHEH EHEHEHEH THEHEHEEYYYYY EHEHEHEHEHEHHEH GAWWDDDD NAWWOOWO TOOEESSH AHAHAAHAHAH PLEEEZZZ HEHE EHHEHEH NAWWOOOO TOEESSSSSSS THEYYEY HEHEHEHEHEH THEYEYEYEYYEY AREENN'TT HEHEHEHH COOOMINNGGNGN HEHEHEHEHEHEHEH THEYEYYY ARREENNN'T COMINGNNGNGN HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE NAWWWTTTTT TOOESSSS AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH!!!!!!"
"Probably not until evening, at the earliest," Laura said in a voice thick with lust, "Maybe then, one will remember you never made it to the tournament and come check up on you, but not a moment before, meaning...you are all mine for most of the day!"
A horrible despair washes over you. Its true. And there's nothing you can do about it.
"And, I'll bet I can arrange to tickle you even longer than that!" Laura says, her voice perfectly evil.
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