Don't Rob a Wizard
Part II
by Kid Indy
Adianne awoke in a comfortable bed, a soft blanket keeping her warm in the cool air of the room. Looking up, she saw that the high ceiling, painted with a scene from the legend of Zeus and Io, was of the same brick as the rest of the wizard's tower. The wizard's tower--she had to get out!
Her feet, still tingling slightly from the endless tickling they had endured the night before, now rested warm and secure under blankets, still unshod.. Adianne quickly rose, her long legs kicking blankets off the bed and her perfectly ticklish elven toes hitting the ground with a cat-like landing. As the chill air of the room greeted her skin, she realized that her travelling tunic and undergarments had been replaced by a single, flowing robe. She remembered the scribes and her tormentors all wearing similar clothes. No matter--she wasn't chained down, so she was getting out of there. She made her way for the door only to be stopped short by an unseen force. Looking down, Adianne saw a magic ring etched into the floor. She made her way around the circle, which allowed a couple feet from each end of the bed and several from each side, only to find that the magic was keeping her within its protection. Looking down, she noted that a silver anklet had been put on her left ankle. As she approached her confining boundary, it glowed with a faint blue. She reached down to try to take it off, but as she suspected, it was magically bond to her leg--there was no seam in the sliver. She sat on the bed and waited.
The door opened silently; Adianne did not hear anyone enter until one of them spoke: "You're a lucky little elf, Adianne! The master has invited you to be one of his apprentices!"
"Let me out of this magic circle, please. I don't want to be an apprentice. Don't you think I've suffered enough for breaking in?" The three women, two humans and an elf, giggled as they looked at one another. They stepped around the circle, not crossing the line, and formed a triangle around the bed. One of the humans spoke a magic phrase, and Adianne began to float off the bed. "What's happening?"
"You know what magic is, right? It's making your own universe and making things happen in it. In the little circle universe that you're in, instead of falling to the ground, you fall to the middle of the room!" The same human woman spoke another magic word, and Adianne's robes disappeared, leaving her again exposed. Adianne, helplessly floating, watched as the remaining human and the elf poured fluid out of bottles onto their hands. The human controller spoke yet again, and Adianne's hands and feet rebelled, stretching her into an X in the air. The two with the bottles approached, climbed onto the bed, and stood on either side of Adianne. They began to smear the cool fluid onto Adianne's ribs, sides, tummy, and underarms. After they had sufficiently coated her above the waist, they proceeded down each leg and finished with a liberal application to her already-squirming feet. Adianne had stopped protesting, waiting only to find out what was to come.
"One more chance, Adianne. Will you become an acolyte and submit to the initiation?"
"Please, just let me go!"
"Very well. Ladies!" The two began to run their fingernails across Adianne's belly. The sensations were even more intense than Adianne remembered, and she realized that the potion must somehow be linked to the tickling. She clenched her teeth, steeling herself against this torture. But they kept up the light scratching until, against her will, a slight giggle escaped. They continued with her belly but harder, digging in and turning the giggle into a laugh. Adianne opened her eyes for a moment only to see the room shifting and turning. She soon realized that the controller was turning her from upright to prone, and she had no control over it. The two ticklers had moved to opposite ends of her body. While the one began poking and kneading at her ribs (she never knew that rib tickling tickled that much), the other began to scratch the back sides of her thighs and knees.
Adianne was once again laughing out of control; although she resented her powerlessness and wanted to hate the girls doing this to her, the desire to laugh overrode all of it. She hooted and squealed and they kept on tormenting her, drawing sweat and tears and an endless stream of unstoppable giggling. And to make things more interesting for the ticklers (not that they lost interest in this kind of thing), the controller was slowly rotating Adianne's body; as one worked up her left side, the other worked down her right, culminating in a reversal of tickle locations. All the while, Adianne's tortured laughter filled the room. Through all this, Adianne wondered why they hadn't gotten to her feet yet, and dreaded their fingers intruding between her toes.
After several minutes of this, both ticklers moved away from Adianne's head. She knew what was happening, but her attempts to scream a protest only came out as a weak giggle. "Too late now, dear," the elf said. "You're in for the full treatment, and we're going to ask the same question tomorrow." With that, each woman began to work differently on each foot. Adianne's ankles could pivot, but their pivot points were fixed. The elf took advantage of this, following her flailing foot, never relenting, but allowing it to react to the teasing touches. Adianne could not bear this kind of tickling, and screeches punctuated her laughter. The human, more of the overbearing type, gripped her hand firmly with one hand while she systematically worked the ticklish spots with the other. Adianne's poor brain could not handle all this, and within seconds, she was in hysterics, still giggling. Several minutes later, they stopped. The controller spoke another magic word, and Adianne dropped onto the bed. The elf picked up her robe and threw it to her, and the three walked out of the room. Adianne, still giggling to herself, dropped off to sleep shortly.
Day after day, the same three entered her room, subjecting her to the same awful tickling. On the third day, when they got to the feet, both ticklers (they rotated between controller and tickler; today both human women were the tormentors) poured another dose of the tickling potion on her feet and let it dry. Adianne tried again to protest; a rubbing of the stuff made her more ticklish than ever, and it allowed no tolerance to build. She could only imagine what being soaked with the stuff might do to her. Still smiling wickedly, the two produced strings from under their robes. Attached to them, at about inch intervals, were tiny balls of feathers. Their bristles shone in the candle light, and this time Adianne could indeed scream, "NO!" The two went straight to work, threading the strings between her toes with quickness and precision. Adianne was insanely ticklish before she ever heard of tickling potion. A light rubbing of the potion made tickling almost unbearable. This took her even further. As her tormented giggles and shrieks escaped her, the sensation changed. The ticklishness was there with an intensity that she had yet to imagine, but something else was welling up inside her: she was beginning to experience magic as the tickling sent her rational mind out of her. Her giggling, still coming from the insane tickling, was now joined by the triumphant laugh of enlightenment. The ticklers could sense this, and before she could taste too much, they relented. A magic word was said, and Adianne dropped again to the soft bed.
The next day, the women came in, and the elf asked again, "Will you become an acolyte and submit to the initiation?"
"Yes, I will." The three exchanged glances again and giggled. They exited the room chattering to one another.
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Well, those of you who liked the first installment, I hope this one was worth the wait. I'll start working on part 3 (actually the first one I dreamed up; parts 1 and 2 were just the process of getting there) soon. As always, feedback is appreciated!
Kid Indy
Part II
by Kid Indy
Adianne awoke in a comfortable bed, a soft blanket keeping her warm in the cool air of the room. Looking up, she saw that the high ceiling, painted with a scene from the legend of Zeus and Io, was of the same brick as the rest of the wizard's tower. The wizard's tower--she had to get out!
Her feet, still tingling slightly from the endless tickling they had endured the night before, now rested warm and secure under blankets, still unshod.. Adianne quickly rose, her long legs kicking blankets off the bed and her perfectly ticklish elven toes hitting the ground with a cat-like landing. As the chill air of the room greeted her skin, she realized that her travelling tunic and undergarments had been replaced by a single, flowing robe. She remembered the scribes and her tormentors all wearing similar clothes. No matter--she wasn't chained down, so she was getting out of there. She made her way for the door only to be stopped short by an unseen force. Looking down, Adianne saw a magic ring etched into the floor. She made her way around the circle, which allowed a couple feet from each end of the bed and several from each side, only to find that the magic was keeping her within its protection. Looking down, she noted that a silver anklet had been put on her left ankle. As she approached her confining boundary, it glowed with a faint blue. She reached down to try to take it off, but as she suspected, it was magically bond to her leg--there was no seam in the sliver. She sat on the bed and waited.
The door opened silently; Adianne did not hear anyone enter until one of them spoke: "You're a lucky little elf, Adianne! The master has invited you to be one of his apprentices!"
"Let me out of this magic circle, please. I don't want to be an apprentice. Don't you think I've suffered enough for breaking in?" The three women, two humans and an elf, giggled as they looked at one another. They stepped around the circle, not crossing the line, and formed a triangle around the bed. One of the humans spoke a magic phrase, and Adianne began to float off the bed. "What's happening?"
"You know what magic is, right? It's making your own universe and making things happen in it. In the little circle universe that you're in, instead of falling to the ground, you fall to the middle of the room!" The same human woman spoke another magic word, and Adianne's robes disappeared, leaving her again exposed. Adianne, helplessly floating, watched as the remaining human and the elf poured fluid out of bottles onto their hands. The human controller spoke yet again, and Adianne's hands and feet rebelled, stretching her into an X in the air. The two with the bottles approached, climbed onto the bed, and stood on either side of Adianne. They began to smear the cool fluid onto Adianne's ribs, sides, tummy, and underarms. After they had sufficiently coated her above the waist, they proceeded down each leg and finished with a liberal application to her already-squirming feet. Adianne had stopped protesting, waiting only to find out what was to come.
"One more chance, Adianne. Will you become an acolyte and submit to the initiation?"
"Please, just let me go!"
"Very well. Ladies!" The two began to run their fingernails across Adianne's belly. The sensations were even more intense than Adianne remembered, and she realized that the potion must somehow be linked to the tickling. She clenched her teeth, steeling herself against this torture. But they kept up the light scratching until, against her will, a slight giggle escaped. They continued with her belly but harder, digging in and turning the giggle into a laugh. Adianne opened her eyes for a moment only to see the room shifting and turning. She soon realized that the controller was turning her from upright to prone, and she had no control over it. The two ticklers had moved to opposite ends of her body. While the one began poking and kneading at her ribs (she never knew that rib tickling tickled that much), the other began to scratch the back sides of her thighs and knees.
Adianne was once again laughing out of control; although she resented her powerlessness and wanted to hate the girls doing this to her, the desire to laugh overrode all of it. She hooted and squealed and they kept on tormenting her, drawing sweat and tears and an endless stream of unstoppable giggling. And to make things more interesting for the ticklers (not that they lost interest in this kind of thing), the controller was slowly rotating Adianne's body; as one worked up her left side, the other worked down her right, culminating in a reversal of tickle locations. All the while, Adianne's tortured laughter filled the room. Through all this, Adianne wondered why they hadn't gotten to her feet yet, and dreaded their fingers intruding between her toes.
After several minutes of this, both ticklers moved away from Adianne's head. She knew what was happening, but her attempts to scream a protest only came out as a weak giggle. "Too late now, dear," the elf said. "You're in for the full treatment, and we're going to ask the same question tomorrow." With that, each woman began to work differently on each foot. Adianne's ankles could pivot, but their pivot points were fixed. The elf took advantage of this, following her flailing foot, never relenting, but allowing it to react to the teasing touches. Adianne could not bear this kind of tickling, and screeches punctuated her laughter. The human, more of the overbearing type, gripped her hand firmly with one hand while she systematically worked the ticklish spots with the other. Adianne's poor brain could not handle all this, and within seconds, she was in hysterics, still giggling. Several minutes later, they stopped. The controller spoke another magic word, and Adianne dropped onto the bed. The elf picked up her robe and threw it to her, and the three walked out of the room. Adianne, still giggling to herself, dropped off to sleep shortly.
Day after day, the same three entered her room, subjecting her to the same awful tickling. On the third day, when they got to the feet, both ticklers (they rotated between controller and tickler; today both human women were the tormentors) poured another dose of the tickling potion on her feet and let it dry. Adianne tried again to protest; a rubbing of the stuff made her more ticklish than ever, and it allowed no tolerance to build. She could only imagine what being soaked with the stuff might do to her. Still smiling wickedly, the two produced strings from under their robes. Attached to them, at about inch intervals, were tiny balls of feathers. Their bristles shone in the candle light, and this time Adianne could indeed scream, "NO!" The two went straight to work, threading the strings between her toes with quickness and precision. Adianne was insanely ticklish before she ever heard of tickling potion. A light rubbing of the potion made tickling almost unbearable. This took her even further. As her tormented giggles and shrieks escaped her, the sensation changed. The ticklishness was there with an intensity that she had yet to imagine, but something else was welling up inside her: she was beginning to experience magic as the tickling sent her rational mind out of her. Her giggling, still coming from the insane tickling, was now joined by the triumphant laugh of enlightenment. The ticklers could sense this, and before she could taste too much, they relented. A magic word was said, and Adianne dropped again to the soft bed.
The next day, the women came in, and the elf asked again, "Will you become an acolyte and submit to the initiation?"
"Yes, I will." The three exchanged glances again and giggled. They exited the room chattering to one another.
* * * * * *
Well, those of you who liked the first installment, I hope this one was worth the wait. I'll start working on part 3 (actually the first one I dreamed up; parts 1 and 2 were just the process of getting there) soon. As always, feedback is appreciated!
Kid Indy
