Tickle Sorcery

         Having magically bound me, Laura quickly put into play a minor distraction spell in the form of tiny, invisible, tireless fingers, one over each of my nips. The gentle rubbing action felt REALLY GOOD, and I only just managed to finish summoning some quick reinforcements in the form of the bugbears who hide in the walls of this area of the student housing.

         Laura was still grinning at me, arms helplessly caught high over my head, incapable of hiding the immensely nice feeling of the fingers tweaking my nipples, deciding her next move, when she feels sudden tuggings on her legs and one of her arms. The bugbears were in their small forms, and had lashed out at the intruding student from another area of the school with a vengeance. Utilizing some sort of magical silly-string-like substance, they were firing small musket-styled devices at Laura, trying to trap her limbs. Then, one brazenly rappelled onto Laura’s back from a shadowy bookshelf!

         “Oh, very funny! I should have expected something as hopeless as bugbears from you! You know you can’t bring your little roomies to the tournament, dillweed!”, Laura growls at me, now stuck fighting off my ‘cavalry’, so to speak.

         “Well, you shouldn’t have just blindly launched an attack like that, right in my own room!”, I replied, “Especially right after I’d given you a free-pass.”

         Now with two small fuzzy-fingered attackers clinging to her, Laura shot back, “You’re going to have to be prepared for anything during the tournament, dingus! I say we both call off our charms and we’ll call it a draw. Deal?”

         I had almost freed my wrists with a simple unbinding spell, but decided to give her another chance, “Deal! But you go first!”, I snapped back.