"I volunteer!" I blurted out. After I said that, I started to think 'What the fuck am I doing?'
"Emily! Such a brave soul. I'm sure your sacrifice won't be forgotten among the girls." the mistress stated.
"If it means saving them for even one more day, I would gladly give my life to help them, if I have to."
"Such a commendable act," the mistress said with a slight bow of the head. "In that case, you will not suffer alone. We will bring Victoria with us."
"What? No, you said only one of us!" I exclaimed in a worried manner
"Oh don't worry, it'll be so much fun," the mistress retorted with a smile on her face. "Now shut up and come with me."
The Mistress waved her hands, causing her magic to levitate me and the naked Victoria. Together, the three of us floated away, gently screaming in horror as to what was to come... and I was afraid of heights, so looking down made me completely fearful; I had to shut my eyes tight and pretend it was a dream. After a while of screaming, Victoria and I came gently down upon two separate beds while the Mistress floated down onto the wooden floor. Around me I could see a few interesting looking chairs, feather dusters and other tools, something resembling stocks and a list of random items scattered on tables and benches.
"What IS this place?" I questioned out loud, trying to be rhetorical as I kept looking around.
"This is where Magic happens, darling," the mistress replied.
I could see Victoria curl up in a ball to try to hide her naked body as she sat on the bed. The mistress glanced at her and whimpered, "Aw, you poor thing. Here, let's make this even."
The mistress began taking her clothes off as she further explained, "Tickling is the only thing that keeps me young. But I can't just watch the tickling, I have to partake in it myself, which is why I brought all you ladies here with me. Tickling also helps to restore my magic powers, which I can use for either selfish purposes like now or for the pleasure of anyone I choose."
As she explained that last part, I witnessed her remove her own bra and panties, revealing her entire, wrinkled body. Her slightly gray hair was dull, even though the room was well lighted.
"Now, Emily, it's your turn," the mistress stated.
"My turn? For what?" I asked.
"To take off your clothes, silly. Or would you prefer me to use some more magic and force them off of you?"
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