No Losing in Beauxbatons
The Triwizard Tournament had come to a tragic and eery end. With the death of Cedric and the return of Lord Voldemort celebrations were cut short in order to prepare for the inevitable chaos that would ensue if the news got out.
All schools involved returned to their modes of transportation. The girls of Beauxbatons got into their carriage, which prompltly turned towards the skies back to France.
On board the mood was as gloomy and dark as to be expected. Several girls whimpered and cried. Fleur and her little sister hadn't let go of each other since leaving Hogwarts.
The vibe Madame Maxime was giving off wasn't one of sadness however. It was one of rage and dissapointment. Fleur knew she would be punished for performing so poorly during the Tournament and Madame Maxime was very creative in her methods of punishment.
Upon arrival at Beauxbatons castle Fleur reluctantly stepped off the carriage. Not greeted by cheering or a celebration of her participation in the Tournament. Instead she was greeted by scared girls, strictly warned not to congratulate Fleur on her abysmal performance.
A red flash jolted through her body as she felt her wand being ripped from her pocket. Madame Maxime had her wand up and a slight puff of smoke still crested the tip. Fleurs wand flew towards her other hand.
Fleur walked past all her friends and classmates towards the main gates of the castle. She knew her destination. No point in making things worse for herself by being rebellious.
Madame Maxime followed right behind her, wand still raised towards her less than prodigal student. She beckoned over a few girls to follow her. None of them too fond of the French beauty leading the sad parade.
Fleur walked through the big stately doors and turned left towards the painting of the Hooded Man. "Le mot de passe ?" The figure in the painting asked.
"Rire" Madame Maxime chimed in, still standing behind Fleur. If you could ever see a smile creep across a hooded face this is what it would look like. The portrait swung open.
Fleur's heart sank after hearing the password Madame Maxime uttered. The Beauxbatons dungeons were a peculiar place. Madama Maxime had placed some interesting enchantments on the portraits so they would direct you to different places depending on the password.
This one led down into a well lit room. A well decorated room, weirdly out of place in a dungeon. Or it would be if not for the massive rack in the centre of the room.
Another jolt of magical energy shot through Fleurs slim frame. Her entire body froze. Many small hands lifted her off her feet and onto the rack.
"Rennervate"
Fleur could suddenly move her arms again. Quickly being pulled over her head and locked into place. Same with her ankles.
Two of the students that joined the procession walked over to Fleurs feet. Slowly untying her shoes, deliberatly taking their time to emphasize her situation. Two more students walked over to both sides of Fleur. One of them unzipped her jacket. With her body being pulled her light blue shirt rode up just enough to show some of her flawless pale skin.
Madama Maxime stepped up towards the bound girl. "I do not enjoy doing this to you Fleur. But I had such high hopes for you. First you did not even manage to complete the lake test on account of some little fishy creatures. Then you get taken out of the maze by that oaf Krum. Just know that this punishment is meant to motivate you to perform better."
The students at Fleurs feet finally finished taking off her shoes. She wore pale blue ankle socks. One of the girls slid her finger inside and slowly tugged at it. Gently revealing the beautiful foot hiding inside. The warm air of the room quickly engulfed it. Everything inside this room was meant to make it's victim as relaxed and sensitive as possible. The other girl at her other foot was less gentle. She didn't remove her sock. She glided her finger from her heel up to her toes. Making agonizingly slow circles on her arches and instep.
A smile crept across Fleurs face. She gritted her teeth, knowing this was nothing compared to what was to come. Her feet had always been a bad spot and her Glamorgana heritage made it they were a prized target for many of the boys she dated. Those boys usually would stop when she asked. These girls would not.
The girl at her bare foot now also decided to start delivering her punishment. Ever so slightly grazing her nails across her foot. A lot less delicate than the one working on her socked foot, this girl got a few giggles out of Fleur. The sensation of both her feet getting tickled was bad. Really bad. Fleur was not only blessed by extreme beauty. She was also cursed with extreme sensitivity.
Her other sock also flew off without warning as the methodical girl aimed her wand at Fleurs foot. With a quick tug of a spell her other foot now was also bare and very vulnerable. The expected attack didn't come however. Instead she felt a weird itching sensation. Slowly building up. It became quite unbearable. Fleur being an accomplished mage knew exactly what this was. The wand was still pointed at her foot. This was Rictusempra. A very weird and annoying version of it.
While the girls at her feet were both experimenting on how to torment her best the girls at her upperbody also took position. The one on her left side immediatly started squeezing her side. This sent Fleur in a fit of hysterical laughter. Quickly jerking out of the way of the relentless and violent attack on her left she was not prepared what was coming on her right. The other student held up her wand and muttered a quiet spell. Her wand started vibrating. Placing the wand right next to Fleurs navel, that amazingly sensitive little crevice in her perfect body.
Fleur was not a screamer but the effect of that wand on that location on her body illicited a scream that made all the ticklers recoil for a moment.
Madame Maxime stepped up to the sweating and panting girl. She pulled the massive plume from her massive hat. Holding it between her fingers she twirled it under Fleurs nose. Running it down her sensitive body towards her most sensitive spot. As soon as the plume stopped Fleur held her breath. Madame Maxime twirled her fingers, straightening up the plume. It dangled dangerously close to her navel now.
Without warning she plunged down. The effect was not as violent as the vibrating wand was. This was somehow worse however. Every flick of that plume felt lite a thousand little hairs brushing against her pristine skin. Fleur was a sobbing mess. Her make up ran down her face.
Madame Maxime stopped her attack. She aimed her wand at the girls arms.
"Reducto"
The sleeves of her shirt reduced to threads and dust revealing her smooth armpits. Dropping her plume, Maxime stretched out her fingers. The girls reassumed their position while Maxime went to stand over Fleur from above. Slowly wiggling her fingers in sight of Fleur she decended on the girls armpits. The tender flesh quickly turning a soft shade of pink. Madama Maxime was an expert tickler it seemed. Never focusing on one spot or technique for too long. Fleur went through the torture of a lifetime. Attacked from five different sides now she had trouble catching her breath. The light slowly went out in her mind and she drifted off into unconciousness.
When she woke up she was in her bed in her room in the castle. Her body still aching from the ticklish tribulations of the night.
There is no losing in Beauxbatons.
The Triwizard Tournament had come to a tragic and eery end. With the death of Cedric and the return of Lord Voldemort celebrations were cut short in order to prepare for the inevitable chaos that would ensue if the news got out.
All schools involved returned to their modes of transportation. The girls of Beauxbatons got into their carriage, which prompltly turned towards the skies back to France.
On board the mood was as gloomy and dark as to be expected. Several girls whimpered and cried. Fleur and her little sister hadn't let go of each other since leaving Hogwarts.
The vibe Madame Maxime was giving off wasn't one of sadness however. It was one of rage and dissapointment. Fleur knew she would be punished for performing so poorly during the Tournament and Madame Maxime was very creative in her methods of punishment.
Upon arrival at Beauxbatons castle Fleur reluctantly stepped off the carriage. Not greeted by cheering or a celebration of her participation in the Tournament. Instead she was greeted by scared girls, strictly warned not to congratulate Fleur on her abysmal performance.
A red flash jolted through her body as she felt her wand being ripped from her pocket. Madame Maxime had her wand up and a slight puff of smoke still crested the tip. Fleurs wand flew towards her other hand.
Fleur walked past all her friends and classmates towards the main gates of the castle. She knew her destination. No point in making things worse for herself by being rebellious.
Madame Maxime followed right behind her, wand still raised towards her less than prodigal student. She beckoned over a few girls to follow her. None of them too fond of the French beauty leading the sad parade.
Fleur walked through the big stately doors and turned left towards the painting of the Hooded Man. "Le mot de passe ?" The figure in the painting asked.
"Rire" Madame Maxime chimed in, still standing behind Fleur. If you could ever see a smile creep across a hooded face this is what it would look like. The portrait swung open.
Fleur's heart sank after hearing the password Madame Maxime uttered. The Beauxbatons dungeons were a peculiar place. Madama Maxime had placed some interesting enchantments on the portraits so they would direct you to different places depending on the password.
This one led down into a well lit room. A well decorated room, weirdly out of place in a dungeon. Or it would be if not for the massive rack in the centre of the room.
Another jolt of magical energy shot through Fleurs slim frame. Her entire body froze. Many small hands lifted her off her feet and onto the rack.
"Rennervate"
Fleur could suddenly move her arms again. Quickly being pulled over her head and locked into place. Same with her ankles.
Two of the students that joined the procession walked over to Fleurs feet. Slowly untying her shoes, deliberatly taking their time to emphasize her situation. Two more students walked over to both sides of Fleur. One of them unzipped her jacket. With her body being pulled her light blue shirt rode up just enough to show some of her flawless pale skin.
Madama Maxime stepped up towards the bound girl. "I do not enjoy doing this to you Fleur. But I had such high hopes for you. First you did not even manage to complete the lake test on account of some little fishy creatures. Then you get taken out of the maze by that oaf Krum. Just know that this punishment is meant to motivate you to perform better."
The students at Fleurs feet finally finished taking off her shoes. She wore pale blue ankle socks. One of the girls slid her finger inside and slowly tugged at it. Gently revealing the beautiful foot hiding inside. The warm air of the room quickly engulfed it. Everything inside this room was meant to make it's victim as relaxed and sensitive as possible. The other girl at her other foot was less gentle. She didn't remove her sock. She glided her finger from her heel up to her toes. Making agonizingly slow circles on her arches and instep.
A smile crept across Fleurs face. She gritted her teeth, knowing this was nothing compared to what was to come. Her feet had always been a bad spot and her Glamorgana heritage made it they were a prized target for many of the boys she dated. Those boys usually would stop when she asked. These girls would not.
The girl at her bare foot now also decided to start delivering her punishment. Ever so slightly grazing her nails across her foot. A lot less delicate than the one working on her socked foot, this girl got a few giggles out of Fleur. The sensation of both her feet getting tickled was bad. Really bad. Fleur was not only blessed by extreme beauty. She was also cursed with extreme sensitivity.
Her other sock also flew off without warning as the methodical girl aimed her wand at Fleurs foot. With a quick tug of a spell her other foot now was also bare and very vulnerable. The expected attack didn't come however. Instead she felt a weird itching sensation. Slowly building up. It became quite unbearable. Fleur being an accomplished mage knew exactly what this was. The wand was still pointed at her foot. This was Rictusempra. A very weird and annoying version of it.
While the girls at her feet were both experimenting on how to torment her best the girls at her upperbody also took position. The one on her left side immediatly started squeezing her side. This sent Fleur in a fit of hysterical laughter. Quickly jerking out of the way of the relentless and violent attack on her left she was not prepared what was coming on her right. The other student held up her wand and muttered a quiet spell. Her wand started vibrating. Placing the wand right next to Fleurs navel, that amazingly sensitive little crevice in her perfect body.
Fleur was not a screamer but the effect of that wand on that location on her body illicited a scream that made all the ticklers recoil for a moment.
Madame Maxime stepped up to the sweating and panting girl. She pulled the massive plume from her massive hat. Holding it between her fingers she twirled it under Fleurs nose. Running it down her sensitive body towards her most sensitive spot. As soon as the plume stopped Fleur held her breath. Madame Maxime twirled her fingers, straightening up the plume. It dangled dangerously close to her navel now.
Without warning she plunged down. The effect was not as violent as the vibrating wand was. This was somehow worse however. Every flick of that plume felt lite a thousand little hairs brushing against her pristine skin. Fleur was a sobbing mess. Her make up ran down her face.
Madame Maxime stopped her attack. She aimed her wand at the girls arms.
"Reducto"
The sleeves of her shirt reduced to threads and dust revealing her smooth armpits. Dropping her plume, Maxime stretched out her fingers. The girls reassumed their position while Maxime went to stand over Fleur from above. Slowly wiggling her fingers in sight of Fleur she decended on the girls armpits. The tender flesh quickly turning a soft shade of pink. Madama Maxime was an expert tickler it seemed. Never focusing on one spot or technique for too long. Fleur went through the torture of a lifetime. Attacked from five different sides now she had trouble catching her breath. The light slowly went out in her mind and she drifted off into unconciousness.
When she woke up she was in her bed in her room in the castle. Her body still aching from the ticklish tribulations of the night.
There is no losing in Beauxbatons.
