You yell at the teacher "Ms. Lolita! Please stop this weird torture!"
She glares at you for a moment and says "First of all, I'm not a teacher, I'm a witch, you shall address me as Mistress. Secondly, I shall not stop." She paused, relaxed a bit and continued, "I rather enjoy this form of torture upon young girls like yourself."
Donna, who was the oldest of us all at the age of 40 said, "You said young, does that mean I can go free?"
Despite the laughter and screams which still echo as the hands do their work, the Mistress only cackled and stated, "Woman, you have no idea how old I am, do you? No, you can not go free, you are young compared to me and will do well to fulfill my need for continued youth. The more laughter I cause, the younger I will become! The longer I shall LIVE!"
"Is that your plan?" I ask with a hint of defiance. "To stay young by torturing us with tickling?"
Mistress glares at me again, and slowly moves to the door of my cell. "Come here," she says as she motions me to come forward with her finger.
Not knowing what to think of what she'll do, I hesitate. But, carefully and very slowly, I edge my way toward her, eventually getting close enough to be just out of her arm's reach.
"You see, my child, these hands do nothing for me, they do not give me the youth I need," she says as she motions to the girls still being tickled mercilessly. "In order to gain more youth for myself, I need to spend a good amount of time with young ladies doing the work myself," she stated with an evil grin forming upon her face.
I swallowed nervously, then stammered out, "You need to stop this right now!" as I glared back in her own eyes.
Memories of what my brother did came back in a flash, as well as the feelings. Sure, I had gotten more used to tickles because of him, but I overall still despised it.
A defiant one, I see," stated the Mistress, "Very well then, let us make an example of you!"
Without any time for me to react, dust was thrown in my face. I tried to dodge it after a second of swiping and blowing at the air, but most of it seemed to stick to me. After a few seconds, I started to feel... different... like I wasn't in control anymore. "What's going on?" I asked worriedly. "Why can't I move?"
She raised a hand, saying "Don't worry, you're under my control... well, for a little while anyways. Now, take off all your clothes."
I would nev..." I stopped mid-sentence and noticed my hands moving on their own. I gazed down in panic, watching my shirt become unbuttoned and removed, followed by my bra. I blushed as I became topless, showing my perky breasts to the world, but my hands didn't stop there, despite my feeble attempts to regain control of them. "Stop! Stop!" I stammered as my pants became undone, removed and thrown on the floor beside me. "STOP!" I yelled as my panties and socks also came off. I was now completely naked in front of the Mistress. I glared at her, unable to swing or do anything.
"My, my, what a beautiful body you have," she stated as she looked me up and down. "I certainly hope you are ticklish." She snapped her fingers and 4 hands came rushing from the girls, as if she hadn't any more hands to spare. "Hands... hold her steady."
The hands instantly grabbed my wrists and ankles, and lifted me ever so slightly off the ground like an X. It was an uneasy feeling, being even slightly off the ground, held in place by nothing but... magical hands, for lack of a better explanation. The 5 girls being held in place were still being tickled and tortured mercilessly. They were all beat red in the face and crying their eyes out, but most were unable to scream at this point. Faint hoarse laughs were the only things they could do as breath became a precious commodity to them. One girl was still able to catch her breath inbetween laughs and screams.
"Now, my dear," the Mistress calmly said to me, "I have a choice to make. Don't worry, I won't be taking any of your youth, so you can live in this dungeon for years... and years... and years." She almost purred as she said that remark. "But if I tickle you with my fingers, it won't be as quick to restore me as if I tickle you with my tongue," she said as she hissed at me, revealing the fact that she has a forked tongue! "What shall I do? Hmmm, decisions, decisions. Fingers, or Tongue?"
Sadly, it was at this point that I had regained my ability to move... too bad I was firmly held in place by some hands with a strange magical force cast upon them.
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