Hi! First time posting here. I have written stories in the past under the same username, but on a different site on account of those stories not being tickling centric. Finally had a moment of inspiration and wrote a tickling story. However it does feature a lot of foot fetish stuff as well so folks who dislike that kinda thing this might not be for you. Otherwise, enjoy!
Wiggleweed: Vengeance in the dorms
Wiggleweed school of Magic and Mischief is arguably the most prestigious magic academy in the world that a young girl can attend. Many graduates go on to become great witches, proving themselves through power, knowledge or discovery. Sometimes even cementing their way into history. Attendance begins at the age of sixteen and ends at twenty-one, though the school itself is split into two distinct sections: one for girls below the age of eighteen who still dwell in the late stages of adolescence; and another larger portion of the school is dedicated to the young adult girls from the ages of eighteen to twenty-one.
It is in the dorms of the third year students that our story takes place and as befitting of the school's name, this is a story rife with both magic and mischief. As you might imagine, eighteen year old girls with access to magic get up to all sorts of trouble amongst themselves; and with next to no rules regulating the use of magic on school grounds, the stronger students thrive above the others, whilst the weaker students dwell in a lower class leaving themselves vulnerable to all kinds of abuse from greater users of magic. Aye, the social hierarchy of Wiggleweed is harsh indeed; a hierarchy supported by the teachers on account of it being what they consider to be a source of motivation for students to reach the top and climb above their peers. They should try explaining that to the weaker students, who happen to vehemently disagree. Although that disagreement would never be voiced, lest they attract the ire of the teachers who happen to be rather powerful, even in comparison to the elite students.
Among the third year students, there is none more pitiful and sympathetic than Ingrid Bobblebottom. Poor Ingrid is a mouse of a girl: small and quiet, with brown hair, brown eyes and freckles. Even in a competition of physical strength this young woman would come last. But at Wiggleweed proficiency in magic is what matters and that is why Ingrid finds herself under every other student in her year. Quite literally in some cases, they often make a game of pinning her to the floor with a spell and trampling over her in the corridors. Ingrid is simply... not very good at magic. Sure, the eagerness is there, an essential part to any student. She just lacks knowledge, control and finesse, which are also extremely important during the use of magic. Many times have spells backfired on Ingrid, drawing mockery from classmates and teachers alike.
On the opposite side of the scale to Ingrid is Madeline Mavery, daughter of the renowned witch Mallison Mavery. Already Madeline has shown an impressive amount of skill to the faculty of Wiggleweed and all who have taught the girl so far agree that she follows in her mother's footsteps. She is everything that Ingrid is not: sociable, traditionally beautiful and capable of using magic at nearly a fifth year level. The blonde haired, green eyed prodigy easily sits atop the metaphorical throne of the third years. But unlike other elite students who pick on all of those below them equally, Madeline targets the very bottom of the barrel. Ingrid. Though Madeline doesn't target Ingrid because the other girls pose a challenge to her status. As it turns out Madeline is a demonic young woman and enjoys picking on someone so much weaker than herself just because it's fun.
Multiple times a week Ingrid will find herself hunted down by Madeline and a posse of other students, to be toyed with purely for their amusement. The blonde girl found out early into her bullying campaign against the brown haired girl that she was astoundingly ticklish. Combine that with a suitable binding spell and dozens of excited, eighteen year old girls and Ingrid quickly found herself in lengthy tickle torture sessions that would break anyone. Yet Ingrid had to endure it over and over again, all because Madeline liked to make her suffer, knowing that there was nothing Ingrid could do to make it stop. Eventually Madeline became more creative, offering Ingrid an escape from the torment in exchange for performing humiliating acts. Madeline had tried a variety of things before she found something that Ingrid truly detested: unwashed feet and the odour they provide. Now, whenever Ingrid wants the tickling to end, she had to smell, kiss or lick stinky feet. When her bully is feeling particularly cruel, it tends to be all three, one after another.
However, Ingrid can only take so much before she tries to fight back. For months, the bullied student has been scheming, planning her vengeance against the queen of the third years. Finally, she had found the perfect revenge, and it would be nothing short of glorious. After this, Madeline Mavery would never pick on her again and even if the others never found out the details of what occurred on this fateful night, they would never pick on her again simply because of Madeline's newfound aversion. Ingrid had been sneaking into the forbidden wing of Wiggleweed's ancient library, searching for tomes of magic knowledge that would provide a spell that suited her purposes well. What she had settled on was a high level tome of conjuration, after one entry in particular had caught her eye.
Sat alone in her bedroom in the dormitory building, Ingrid read and reread the page of the book over and over again, her eyes wide with a burning lust for revenge. She could barely prevent her petite hands from shaking.
“Haharghoul.” Ingrid read aloud, savouring the words and fantasizing over what the monster would do to her evil tormentor. “Named for the ceaseless laughter it forces its victims to emit. A completely female species from outside of this world that feeds on laughter. Long ago they spoke our human languages, back when they told jokes to cause laughter. But when they discovered tickling, everything changed. They changed from being jolly, humorous creatures to becoming predators, devouring the laughter that they tickled out of the sensitive bodies of humans. Now, a Haharghoul is something to be very afraid of, not because they bring death but because they cause their victims to long for it following hours and hours of merciless tickling.”
Below the flavour text giving the reader details about the dreaded monsters, there was a sketch of what one looked like and it appeared terrifying enough that Ingrid shivered at the mere sight of a drawing. At the very bottom were several warnings and the words of magic that would call forth a Haharghoul from their world to obey whatever orders the summoner gave. Ingrid was unable to stop smiling as she pictured in her mind a scene where she conjured up this monster and set it on Madeline. All that she was waiting for was the star of the show to arrive, then it would begin. Earlier today, she had quietly waited near Madeline's bedroom for the coast to clear, then slid a letter under the door. That letter informed Madeline that her victim's door was faulty, lacking a lock during a certain time frame, and that if she went alone, she could sneak inside and have Ingrid at her mercy for the entire night without interference. Bait that the sadistic student would be unable to pass up. Ingrid read the majority of the summoning spell aloud, preparing to finish it off after Madeline's arrival and before she tried to defend herself.
Just on time, a quarter past the late hour of nine, the door handle twisted. Ingrid gulped in spite of the excitement brewing within herself, Madeline had become a near nightmarish figure to the poor girl, something that would hopefully change tonight. The door opened slowly with barely a creak and Madeline Mavery herself stepped into Ingrid's bedroom. Unafraid, she was soon clear of the door, allowing it to close shut behind her, after which Ingrid's locking spell came into effect.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here? Me, in Bobblebottom's own personal quarters?” Madeline said smugly, not needing to adopt any pose to look threatening.
“H-hello Madeline.” Ingrid spoke, forcing a grin and silently cursing herself for stammering at such a crucial moment. “I hate to have to be the one to inform you, but you just walked right into my trap.”
“Oh, did I really?” Madeline pulled a mocking face of shock, before bursting into laughter. “Do you honestly think I'm that stupid? Did you think that you of all people could outsmart Madeline Mavery? Obviously I knew it was a trap. I assumed that you had some lame revenge planned and once you tried and failed to bring me to your level, I would have the opportunity to do whatever I wanted to you and there would be no way out. Being tortured in the one safe place you have left; just think about how awful that is going to be for you.”
“Save that laughter Madeline.” Ingrid growled in what she hoped was an ominous voice. “You'll need it.” Ingrid's gaze returned to the words of magic under the Haharghoul entry. She mumbled the final three words required to summon the being, to drag it in from another world entirely. As the words passed from her lips, charged with magic, the sources of light in the room dimmed and a sudden breeze sent papers flying.
Madeline backed away with a mix of surprise and fear. Surprise at the power of the spell that the lowly Ingrid had managed to cast without messing it up, fear from not knowing what would happen next. Two rings of bright crimson light carved themselves into the floor, a smaller ring located inside the circumference of a larger ring.
As runes of an unknown language carved themselves into the space between the two red rings, Madeline bumped into the door, a hand desperately grabbing for the handle. Ingrid chuckled triumphantly, victory over her bully within sight at long last. “You can't get out Madeline! The door locked when you entered!” Perhaps it was still too early to gloat, but Ingrid didn't care.
Madeline tried the door handle over and over again, faster and faster, almost as if making dramatic music for what was unfolding before her. She banged on the door too, not expecting Ingrid to have planned so far ahead as to place a muting spell on her entire bedroom. No sound came in, no sound went out. “There's no point in shouting, I already placed a muting spell!”
That didn't stop the panicking bully. She had come here thinking that the idiot was going to try and overpower her with magic, that she'd easily win and turn this apparent revenge on its head. The idea that Ingrid might summon something formidable didn't even cross Madeline's mind.
The floor in the centre ring disappeared with a whoomph, replaced by a black void. It was a very good job that Wiggleweed spared no expense when constructing the dorms and made the rooms large, or the two girls might have been at risk of tumbling into the void that the monster was about to emerge from, ending up in another realm entirely.
Both girls went quiet as a pale blue, elongated arm extended out of the void, planting all five of its long, slender fingers on the floor of Ingrid's room. Each finger was topped by a pointed black talon. Ingrid felt a shiver of suspense mingled with horror run down her spine. She had just summoned a tickle monster from another dimension into her own bedroom and she had done it willingly. Blinking slowly, she attempted to regain composure by reminding herself about what drove her to this.
Another arm came out. Then another. Then another. Two final arms reached out of the void and the monster heaved with all six of its limbs, raising itself through into Ingrid's room. The face of the creature was far less terrifying than the brown haired girl had expected, boasting a face similar to an attractive human woman. Only there was a thick head of long, fiery head hair flowing down its back like a river of lava, four big, black eyes where a pair of regular human eyes should be, followed by lips that were just as black. A naked body sporting a large pair of breasts and female genitalia exited the void, and finally the monster's large blue feet came through, once again similar in appearance to the human equivalent, and it stood up. The Haharghoul had crossed over, and was now occupying the same space as Ingrid and Madeline.
The Haharghoul stared at Madeline, who stood staring and shaking, her pretty green eyes unblinking. It tilted its head from side to side, as if appraising a piece of beef to see if it was good quality. Ingrid felt impatient, she wanted immediate results and here her conjuration was, simply staring at her bully when it had been summoned for a different purpose.
“What are you waiting for?” Ingrid asked aggressively, her fists clenched. She assumed that her intentions would be obvious. Apparently her minion needed some form of instruction. “Get her already. Tickle her!”
The monster turned to Ingrid, looking at the individual who had summoned it for the first time. And the Haharghoul smiled after taking a sniff of the air. Just how carnivores smell meat and identify prey, a Haharghoul can smell how ticklish someone is. And right now, it had found the meal of a lifetime. Taking a step towards Ingrid, the situation within the bedroom changed drastically.
“W-w-wait! Stop! W-w-w-w-what are you doing?” Ingrid backed away from the advancing monster, her mind searching for a solution to fix this. But with her low level of magic knowledge and skill, the search came up empty.
Madeline stayed quiet, confused as to what was happening. For a moment there, the elite student had felt real fear. She thought that the monster was going to tickle torture her, as she had done to the loser Ingrid many times. But now it looked as though Madeline was going to see her victim tickled once again, far more intensely than the girl had ever been tickled before.
Glancing at the circle, it dawned on Madeline what had happened. Although she was yet unable to conduct summoning spells, she possessed some idea of what was involved. “You idiot!” Madeline insulted Ingrid with a massive grin. “You didn't add a ring of obedience to the set-up. That how you control summoned beings. Even a first year knows that!”
“Madeline! Please, help me! I'll give you anything you want! I'll be your slave!” Ingrid panicked. She sensed that the tickling capabilities of the Haharghoul was great and the thought of being turned into this monster's plaything chilled her to the bone. Being a slave to her worst enemy would be preferable to this.
“Are you fucking kidding me, loser? You want me to save you?” Madeline relished the begging. Ingrid's desperation was fuel to the bonfire of amusement burning inside the sadistic girl. “Even if I could save you, I still wouldn't. You brought this on yourself by thinking that you could ever turn the tables on me. Besides, I wouldn't miss this for the world.”
Before Ingrid was able to utter another world, the topmost arms of the Haharghoul shot out, grabbing the student's wrists tightly and lifted her effortlessly into the air. The middle set of arms sent ten fingers towards her armpits, the bottom set making as if to squeeze her sides.
“NOOOOOOO-HAHAHAHAHA!” Dangling the air, unable to so much as struggle, Ingrid exploded into laughter. The fingers of the monster moved with incredible speed, scrabbling into the sensitive hollows of Ingrid's armpits as if there were three times as many fingers. Below, a pair of large hands clamped around the girl's sides and began squeezing the tender sides with a suitable amount of ticklish pressure.
Ingrid fought to collect any semblance of thought as the torturous sensations rapidly overloaded her brain. And this was with her uniform still on! She prayed that she would never have to experience such tickling on her bare skin. The creature's talons seemed to be made with the intention of being the ultimate tickling tool: not sharp enough to pierce flesh, but plenty sharp for the purposes of tickling a victim insane in record time. Over the sounds of her own forced laughter, she could vaguely hear Madeline laughing too, but for a totally different reason.
The Haharghoul continued on Ingrid's armpits and sides for a good five minutes before the bottom set of arms stopped and grasped the girl's ankles. Ingrid yelped between laughs as her arms were released, suddenly finding the world upside down. She felt her skirt fall away, revealing her pink panties, but there was more to worry about right now than the school bully and a monster seeing her undergarments. During the brief pause her thoughts cleared for a few moments. Then she felt the monster's free hand tugging off her shoes and the panic came back worse than ever.
“NONONONO! NOT THE FEET! MERCY!” Ingrid cried out, hoping that the Haharghoul would understand her and show kindness. It shook its head, muttering in a language unknown to anyone in the room but itself with its pure black lips smirking.
“Yes, get her feet! Her feet are her most ticklish spot!” Madeline jumped up and down on the spot, offering advice and encouragement.
Without bothering to remove her knee length socks, the monster applied forty fingers to the soles of Ingrid's feet all at once, spidering twenty nails around the lower half of her feet, and the next twenty on the upper half. Ingrid's desperate laughter flooded out of her again, this time louder and more frequent. Madeline had not been lying, Ingrid had extremely sensitive feet. The girl flailed her arms around madly in the open air below her hanging body, swaying back and forward from the motions like a human pendulum. Ingrid's feet involuntarily moved around frantically, trying to run from the tickling fingers despite the currently limited movement. But it wasn't enough; the Haharghoul displayed inhuman precision and those talons followed Ingrid's feet wherever they went.
Madeline watched this continue for another ten minutes, ten minutes that went by far too fast for her, before she decided that she could actually be of use. She had been enjoying the sight of Ingrid being tortured by an actual tickle monster so much that she forgot that she had magic of her own, magic capable of increasing Ingrid's suffering.
“Hey, Mrs Monster!” Madeline yelled. The Haharghoul slowly turned its head to the source of the noise, not letting up on Ingrid's helpless soles even without sight of them.
“Watch this.” Raising a hand she started mumbling the words of a spell. It was a spell that she had practised hundreds of times on Ingrid, the perfect spell to leave the girl vulnerable to further torment. “Melkan's chains of sealing!”
As the final, magically charged words of the spell left Madeline's curled lips, four chains shot out of Ingrid's mattress from each of the corners. At the end of all four lengths of magic chain were shackles inscribed with runes that would fit snugly around Ingrid's wrists and ankles. The shackles curved through the air, seeking out their targets.
The Haharghoul had paused the onslaught of talons upon mildly sweaty white cotton to watch what was happening. “Oh no.” Ingrid whispered in the midst of heavy breathing, recognising the spell as a powerful binding spell. She felt two shackles clamp around her free wrists, followed by the other two clamping around the ankles just above where the monster held them. The Haharghoul let go of Ingrid, ready to catch her again if she fell. But just as the creature had predicted, Ingrid didn't fall. Instead, the chains started rapidly receding back into the mattress, dragging Ingrid through the air over to the bed. Soon the chains couldn't be seen, only the shackles stuck out of the mattress, holding Ingrid's body in a tight spread eagle with almost no mobility.
Madeline sauntered over to the bed, looking down at Ingrid with a sickly sweet smile. “Why? Why are you doing this?” Ingrid asked her bully, wanting to know if Madeline really thought that making the already awful situation worse was necessary.
“Because it's just so much fun seeing you like this, silly Ingrid.” Madeline continued on to whisper the words to another, shorter spell. She waved her hand at Ingrid and watched as Ingrid's clothing burned away without bringing any harm to the girl, leaving her naked and somehow even more vulnerable.
“No.” Ingrid choked the word out as she started sobbing. Her eyes were locked on the monster, striding over with an approving look upon its face. Madeline stood back, as though she were a chef proudly presenting a meal to someone important.
The Haharghoul climbed onto the bed, mounting Ingrid on her calves and positioned its arms over the chosen tickle spots. It seemed that her armpits were a fan favourite, because the top set of arms went there without hesitation. The middle pair of hands got ready to begin squeezing Ingrid's sides to oblivion once more and the bottom hands went for the girl's waist and thigh area, somewhere the monster hadn't yet touched. Ingrid would have been grateful that the creature seemed to be leaving her feet alone for now, but she was more than a little distracted by this thing that was about to tickle the shit out of her.
“Oh! Wait just one more second.” Madeline said with a devilish grin. The Haharghoul was impressed by Madeline's actions thus far and held off on the tickling for a moment. Holding her palm flat and upwards, Madeline made a small portal appear above her hand. This was known as a magical inventory, something used by wizards and witches to transport items without burdening their physical selves. From Madeline's inventory dropped a couple of items and upon seeing them Ingrid screwed her mouth shut. They were a pair of white, knee length socks. A part of Wiggleweed's uniform. And judging by the soiled state of the sections that accommodated the feet of the wearer, they had never been washed. On the bed, now breathing through her nose thanks to needing to close her mouth, Ingrid could already smell the cursed things.
“I've been wearing these babies under a second, cleaner pair of socks for months now, waiting for the perfect time to stuff them into your loser mouth. By the looks of things, there's never been a better opportunity. Don't worry, they're already inside out, so the parts where my stinky feet have been sweating into shall be what you taste.” Madeline hovered the socks above Ingrid's face, giving her a good whiff of the stench whilst her free hand tried to tug open Ingrid's jaw. No luck.
“Come on Ingrid, you might as well give in. Open up you little bitch.” Madeline tugged harder, but still didn't achieve anything.
“Fine, suit yourself.” Frustrated, Madeline moved her hand from Ingrid's jaw to one of the girl's pink, exposed nipple. Two fingers clamped around the nub, squeezing hard and twisting in the same action.
“AHHHH!” Ingrid cried out in pain when Madeline abused her tender nipple, giving the bully just the opportunity she needed to cram the pair of dirty socks into Ingrid's mouth. She pushed the ball of rancid cotton all the way past the lips, two of the long socks managing to fill Ingrid's mouth completely. Then, Madeline pushed her victim's jaw shut, closing the lips back up.
“Brakato gallid seal.” The blonde whispered words of magic, causing a spell to bind Ingrid's lips together and prevent her from even trying to spit the socks out. Standing straight with an expression of satisfaction, Madeline nodded at the monster to begin.
And begin it did. The Haharghoul knew nothing of light, gentle tickling. All it knew was how to draw out the laughter of its prey in the most efficient way possible, and that was to give it everything from minute one. Twenty fingers scratching at the ticklish armpits, two hands kneading the ticklish stomach and another twenty fingers exploring the newfound territory all around Ingrid's bared genitalia, straying into more erogenous stretches of flesh here and there. Had she not been gagged, the sound of her laughter would have filled the room. Tormented tears flowed from her eyes ceaselessly, the only way that Ingrid had left to express her suffering.
Madeline was loving this. Watching Ingrid literally being tickled insane, a pair of her own smelly socks filling the girl's mouth with foul flavour. But there was still something missing. Madeline dragged a chair across the floor of Ingrid's room and positioned it next to the head of the bed. Kicking up her legs, she cruelly placed her feet, clad in brown, school regulation loafer, on Ingrid's twitching head. Ingrid realised that before, when the Haharghoul had her hoisted in the air in order to tickle, the ability to move around served to counter the sensory overload somewhat. Now however, she regretted taking that struggling for granted, no matter how limited it had been. She couldn't even move away from the six hands of her tormentor any more. And with Madeline's feet resting on her face, Ingrid was robbed of head movement too.
Having no choice but to stare at the feet using her face as a footrest, Ingrid noticed that Madeline was lacking socks. Never a good sign, as it usually meant that she was preparing a tasty pair of smelly soles for Ingrid to lick clean. Thanks to the quick, frantic breathing that Ingrid was doing through her nose, she was already sampling some of the foot odour escaping from Madeline's loafers and it was far from pleasant.
“Don't worry Ingrid, I've worn your favourite pair of shoes today: mine! You've kissed them so many times, that must mean that you're in love with them. How cute, the little loser Ingrid in love with a pair of nasty shoes. What would your parents think?” Madeline giggled, lifting one shoe up and making use of the bridge of Ingrid's nose to help pop her heel out. As the well worn leather came away from Madeline's pink, sweaty sole, a wave of foot stench flooded out.
Ingrid hadn't been trying to fight against the weight of Madeline's feet before that moment. It seemed like a waste of effort, considering that the rest of her body was actually suffering and she needed as much effort as possible to try and deal with the tickle torture. But now her sense of smell was under attack too, and although it wasn't quite as unbearable as the intense tickling going on below, the fact that her nose was sucking in Madeline's foot odour at an alarming rate added another level to this torment.
“Or maybe it's my stinky feet inside that you're in love with? In that case, just this once Ingrid, I'll do you a favour.” Madeline continued to tease, loosening the second shoe with Ingrid's nose before using the helpless girl's face to remove both shoes completely, both feet coming down on Ingrid's face with a wet slapping noise. Madeline had made sure to place Ingrid's nose right up under her toes and started enjoying the feeling of air being drawn from between her cheesy toes immediately.
Perhaps motivated by Madeline's recent addition to Ingrid's torture, or perhaps simply wanted to ramp things up for its own amusement, the Haharghoul opened its smiling black lips and let a dripping, snake-like tongue emerge. It starting using the tongue like an extra limb, running it all over Ingrid's cute, perky breasts and the area around.
Ingrid howled into her disgusting gag, utterly overwhelmed by the torture she was enduring. Her chest was being soaked in the monster's copious saliva and it wasn't letting up on any of her other tickle spots in the slightest. The sensation of that wet tongue sloshing all over her breasts was very ticklish too, but a small part of her was aroused as the appendage caressed her tits with far greater care than any of the sixty fingers showed. Meanwhile up at the top of the bed, Ingrid was trying to wrench her nose out from under Madeline's toes but the sadistic girl just wasn't letting up, applying enough pressure to keep her feet exactly where she wanted them. The last thing Ingrid wanted to do was keep hoovering up the sweat and warm, humid air from her bully's toes but she had little say in the matter.
Furthermore, it seemed that the saliva left behind by the tongue seemed to do something to Ingrid's skin, making it feel tingly. The feeling continued to intensify until it was like the affected area was being tickled by unseen phantoms, though far less effectively than the Haharghoul.
Then, just as Ingrid's torture was reaching the latest peak, something unexpected happened. The door to Ingrid's bedroom opened, the locking spell nullified by the magic of a far more powerful witch. In walked an older woman with pitch black hair. Most of it was held up in a large bun but numerous strands fell free. Madeline looked over her shoulder and her eyes widened in surprise, though she didn't move her feet. The Haharghoul kept tickling its victim, oblivious to the newcomer whilst it was 'feeding'.
“Please, explain to me, Miss Mavery, what exactly is going on here?” The woman asked, her arms folded. Ingrid wished that she would put a stop to this before asking questions, but was glad for the intrusion nonetheless even if she had difficulty showing her appreciation.
“I-I can explain everything Mrs Honeyside!” Had Ingrid not been laughing, she would've groaned. Of all the people to come and rescue her, it had to be Mrs Honeyside. Out of all teachers at Wiggleweed, Mrs Honeyside was the most likely to overlook abuse aimed at Ingrid. Why, you ask? Because Madeline happens to be the teacher's star pupil who can do no wrong.
“Well, go on then. Start talking. Why did you ask me to arrive here after you in order to stop Miss Bobblebottom's supposed 'attack' against you, yet when I show up she's the one in need of assistance?” Mrs Honeyside didn't look impressed.
“Mrs Honeyside, she did this to herself!”
Appraising the situation for just a short second, Mrs Honeyside frowned. “Judging by how Miss Bobblebottom is currently being tickled insane by a Haharghoul, I find that very hard to believe. As much as I respect you Miss Mavery, I am not here to take part in petty squabbles.”
“I'm telling the truth, honest! Ingrid lured me to her room to try and get her revenge or whatever, and royally fucked up. I took it upon myself to punish her for attempting to make me suffer. That's it. Use a lie detector spell or something.”
“Unnecessary.” Mrs Honeyside said simply, looking at the Haharghoul. She suddenly began talking in a strange language that neither of the students could understand. Mercifully, the tickling halted because the teacher's strange, harshly spoken words caught the monster's attention and it met her eyes with all four of its own.
Mrs Honeyside and the monster started having a conversation in what both Ingrid and Madeline assumed to be the creature's own language, firing words back and forth. Sometimes gestures were made. But soon enough, Mrs Honeyside had the information she needed and said something else to the Haharghoul, ensuring that it wouldn't begin again until she gave a command.
“It appears that you were telling the truth after all. I am sorry for doubting you Miss Mavery.”
“There's no need to apologise Mrs Honeyside. I think that anyone would have reacted as you did.” Madeline said with a sweet smile, all the while rubbing her sweaty feet all over Ingrid's tortured face. “So, what happens now?”
“Well, I suppose the two of us need to ensure that Miss Bobblebottom here learns her lesson. Perhaps then in the future she'll show more common sense and not attempt to harm the top student of her age group when she can barely cast project light without making a mess.” Mrs Honeyside had her lecturing face on, walking around the bed as she spoke. Her stone cold gaze settled on Ingrid with no lack of disdain. This was the kind of gaze that the teacher would use on her in class, the kind that made any student wither. Ingrid's own, tear stained eyes dared not look away. The teacher stopped parallel to Madeline.
“Does that mean that you're going to help me punish her?” Madeline asked with a great big smile. This was turning out to be one of the best nights of her life.
Mrs Honeyside clicked her fingers and a cushioned chair blinked into existence behind her. Sitting in the chair, she quickly made herself comfortable and shuffled the chair forward. One at a time she removed her feet from the black, heeled shoes that she had been wearing all day, walking from class to class, standing before the student, filling with foot sweat and stink. Leaving the shoes neatly on the floor beside Ingrid's bed, Mrs Honeyside raised her legs, displaying the undersides of both feet to the girl in strict bondage on the bed.
Ingrid started sobbing at the thought of the torture beginning again, this time not just with the smelly feet of her bully groping her face, but with those of her least favourite teacher too. Mrs Honeyside's feet were bigger than Madeline's, wider than Madeline's, more wrinkled and meaty than Madeline's. They were a darker shade of pink, but looked just as moist.
“Yes, I am going to lend a hand. This kind of behaviour is most unacceptable Miss Bobblebottom. Tonight, the three of us are going to give you a punishment that you will never forget.” From between Madeline's toes, Ingrid watched with horror as Mrs Honeyside's feet descended, bringing with them a potent stench that mingled with Madeline's, creating one far stronger and more offensive to Ingrid's delicate nose.
Madeline moved her own feet back a little, making room for all four feet to share Ingrid's face. The second pair made contact with Ingrid's skin, causing the girl to shiver with discomfort at the warm, damp sensation. The teacher said something in the language of the Haharghoul and the creature began tickling with renewed vigour now that there was another spectator to see it at work.
Wiggleweed: Vengeance in the dorms
Wiggleweed school of Magic and Mischief is arguably the most prestigious magic academy in the world that a young girl can attend. Many graduates go on to become great witches, proving themselves through power, knowledge or discovery. Sometimes even cementing their way into history. Attendance begins at the age of sixteen and ends at twenty-one, though the school itself is split into two distinct sections: one for girls below the age of eighteen who still dwell in the late stages of adolescence; and another larger portion of the school is dedicated to the young adult girls from the ages of eighteen to twenty-one.
It is in the dorms of the third year students that our story takes place and as befitting of the school's name, this is a story rife with both magic and mischief. As you might imagine, eighteen year old girls with access to magic get up to all sorts of trouble amongst themselves; and with next to no rules regulating the use of magic on school grounds, the stronger students thrive above the others, whilst the weaker students dwell in a lower class leaving themselves vulnerable to all kinds of abuse from greater users of magic. Aye, the social hierarchy of Wiggleweed is harsh indeed; a hierarchy supported by the teachers on account of it being what they consider to be a source of motivation for students to reach the top and climb above their peers. They should try explaining that to the weaker students, who happen to vehemently disagree. Although that disagreement would never be voiced, lest they attract the ire of the teachers who happen to be rather powerful, even in comparison to the elite students.
Among the third year students, there is none more pitiful and sympathetic than Ingrid Bobblebottom. Poor Ingrid is a mouse of a girl: small and quiet, with brown hair, brown eyes and freckles. Even in a competition of physical strength this young woman would come last. But at Wiggleweed proficiency in magic is what matters and that is why Ingrid finds herself under every other student in her year. Quite literally in some cases, they often make a game of pinning her to the floor with a spell and trampling over her in the corridors. Ingrid is simply... not very good at magic. Sure, the eagerness is there, an essential part to any student. She just lacks knowledge, control and finesse, which are also extremely important during the use of magic. Many times have spells backfired on Ingrid, drawing mockery from classmates and teachers alike.
On the opposite side of the scale to Ingrid is Madeline Mavery, daughter of the renowned witch Mallison Mavery. Already Madeline has shown an impressive amount of skill to the faculty of Wiggleweed and all who have taught the girl so far agree that she follows in her mother's footsteps. She is everything that Ingrid is not: sociable, traditionally beautiful and capable of using magic at nearly a fifth year level. The blonde haired, green eyed prodigy easily sits atop the metaphorical throne of the third years. But unlike other elite students who pick on all of those below them equally, Madeline targets the very bottom of the barrel. Ingrid. Though Madeline doesn't target Ingrid because the other girls pose a challenge to her status. As it turns out Madeline is a demonic young woman and enjoys picking on someone so much weaker than herself just because it's fun.
Multiple times a week Ingrid will find herself hunted down by Madeline and a posse of other students, to be toyed with purely for their amusement. The blonde girl found out early into her bullying campaign against the brown haired girl that she was astoundingly ticklish. Combine that with a suitable binding spell and dozens of excited, eighteen year old girls and Ingrid quickly found herself in lengthy tickle torture sessions that would break anyone. Yet Ingrid had to endure it over and over again, all because Madeline liked to make her suffer, knowing that there was nothing Ingrid could do to make it stop. Eventually Madeline became more creative, offering Ingrid an escape from the torment in exchange for performing humiliating acts. Madeline had tried a variety of things before she found something that Ingrid truly detested: unwashed feet and the odour they provide. Now, whenever Ingrid wants the tickling to end, she had to smell, kiss or lick stinky feet. When her bully is feeling particularly cruel, it tends to be all three, one after another.
However, Ingrid can only take so much before she tries to fight back. For months, the bullied student has been scheming, planning her vengeance against the queen of the third years. Finally, she had found the perfect revenge, and it would be nothing short of glorious. After this, Madeline Mavery would never pick on her again and even if the others never found out the details of what occurred on this fateful night, they would never pick on her again simply because of Madeline's newfound aversion. Ingrid had been sneaking into the forbidden wing of Wiggleweed's ancient library, searching for tomes of magic knowledge that would provide a spell that suited her purposes well. What she had settled on was a high level tome of conjuration, after one entry in particular had caught her eye.
Sat alone in her bedroom in the dormitory building, Ingrid read and reread the page of the book over and over again, her eyes wide with a burning lust for revenge. She could barely prevent her petite hands from shaking.
“Haharghoul.” Ingrid read aloud, savouring the words and fantasizing over what the monster would do to her evil tormentor. “Named for the ceaseless laughter it forces its victims to emit. A completely female species from outside of this world that feeds on laughter. Long ago they spoke our human languages, back when they told jokes to cause laughter. But when they discovered tickling, everything changed. They changed from being jolly, humorous creatures to becoming predators, devouring the laughter that they tickled out of the sensitive bodies of humans. Now, a Haharghoul is something to be very afraid of, not because they bring death but because they cause their victims to long for it following hours and hours of merciless tickling.”
Below the flavour text giving the reader details about the dreaded monsters, there was a sketch of what one looked like and it appeared terrifying enough that Ingrid shivered at the mere sight of a drawing. At the very bottom were several warnings and the words of magic that would call forth a Haharghoul from their world to obey whatever orders the summoner gave. Ingrid was unable to stop smiling as she pictured in her mind a scene where she conjured up this monster and set it on Madeline. All that she was waiting for was the star of the show to arrive, then it would begin. Earlier today, she had quietly waited near Madeline's bedroom for the coast to clear, then slid a letter under the door. That letter informed Madeline that her victim's door was faulty, lacking a lock during a certain time frame, and that if she went alone, she could sneak inside and have Ingrid at her mercy for the entire night without interference. Bait that the sadistic student would be unable to pass up. Ingrid read the majority of the summoning spell aloud, preparing to finish it off after Madeline's arrival and before she tried to defend herself.
Just on time, a quarter past the late hour of nine, the door handle twisted. Ingrid gulped in spite of the excitement brewing within herself, Madeline had become a near nightmarish figure to the poor girl, something that would hopefully change tonight. The door opened slowly with barely a creak and Madeline Mavery herself stepped into Ingrid's bedroom. Unafraid, she was soon clear of the door, allowing it to close shut behind her, after which Ingrid's locking spell came into effect.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here? Me, in Bobblebottom's own personal quarters?” Madeline said smugly, not needing to adopt any pose to look threatening.
“H-hello Madeline.” Ingrid spoke, forcing a grin and silently cursing herself for stammering at such a crucial moment. “I hate to have to be the one to inform you, but you just walked right into my trap.”
“Oh, did I really?” Madeline pulled a mocking face of shock, before bursting into laughter. “Do you honestly think I'm that stupid? Did you think that you of all people could outsmart Madeline Mavery? Obviously I knew it was a trap. I assumed that you had some lame revenge planned and once you tried and failed to bring me to your level, I would have the opportunity to do whatever I wanted to you and there would be no way out. Being tortured in the one safe place you have left; just think about how awful that is going to be for you.”
“Save that laughter Madeline.” Ingrid growled in what she hoped was an ominous voice. “You'll need it.” Ingrid's gaze returned to the words of magic under the Haharghoul entry. She mumbled the final three words required to summon the being, to drag it in from another world entirely. As the words passed from her lips, charged with magic, the sources of light in the room dimmed and a sudden breeze sent papers flying.
Madeline backed away with a mix of surprise and fear. Surprise at the power of the spell that the lowly Ingrid had managed to cast without messing it up, fear from not knowing what would happen next. Two rings of bright crimson light carved themselves into the floor, a smaller ring located inside the circumference of a larger ring.
As runes of an unknown language carved themselves into the space between the two red rings, Madeline bumped into the door, a hand desperately grabbing for the handle. Ingrid chuckled triumphantly, victory over her bully within sight at long last. “You can't get out Madeline! The door locked when you entered!” Perhaps it was still too early to gloat, but Ingrid didn't care.
Madeline tried the door handle over and over again, faster and faster, almost as if making dramatic music for what was unfolding before her. She banged on the door too, not expecting Ingrid to have planned so far ahead as to place a muting spell on her entire bedroom. No sound came in, no sound went out. “There's no point in shouting, I already placed a muting spell!”
That didn't stop the panicking bully. She had come here thinking that the idiot was going to try and overpower her with magic, that she'd easily win and turn this apparent revenge on its head. The idea that Ingrid might summon something formidable didn't even cross Madeline's mind.
The floor in the centre ring disappeared with a whoomph, replaced by a black void. It was a very good job that Wiggleweed spared no expense when constructing the dorms and made the rooms large, or the two girls might have been at risk of tumbling into the void that the monster was about to emerge from, ending up in another realm entirely.
Both girls went quiet as a pale blue, elongated arm extended out of the void, planting all five of its long, slender fingers on the floor of Ingrid's room. Each finger was topped by a pointed black talon. Ingrid felt a shiver of suspense mingled with horror run down her spine. She had just summoned a tickle monster from another dimension into her own bedroom and she had done it willingly. Blinking slowly, she attempted to regain composure by reminding herself about what drove her to this.
Another arm came out. Then another. Then another. Two final arms reached out of the void and the monster heaved with all six of its limbs, raising itself through into Ingrid's room. The face of the creature was far less terrifying than the brown haired girl had expected, boasting a face similar to an attractive human woman. Only there was a thick head of long, fiery head hair flowing down its back like a river of lava, four big, black eyes where a pair of regular human eyes should be, followed by lips that were just as black. A naked body sporting a large pair of breasts and female genitalia exited the void, and finally the monster's large blue feet came through, once again similar in appearance to the human equivalent, and it stood up. The Haharghoul had crossed over, and was now occupying the same space as Ingrid and Madeline.
The Haharghoul stared at Madeline, who stood staring and shaking, her pretty green eyes unblinking. It tilted its head from side to side, as if appraising a piece of beef to see if it was good quality. Ingrid felt impatient, she wanted immediate results and here her conjuration was, simply staring at her bully when it had been summoned for a different purpose.
“What are you waiting for?” Ingrid asked aggressively, her fists clenched. She assumed that her intentions would be obvious. Apparently her minion needed some form of instruction. “Get her already. Tickle her!”
The monster turned to Ingrid, looking at the individual who had summoned it for the first time. And the Haharghoul smiled after taking a sniff of the air. Just how carnivores smell meat and identify prey, a Haharghoul can smell how ticklish someone is. And right now, it had found the meal of a lifetime. Taking a step towards Ingrid, the situation within the bedroom changed drastically.
“W-w-wait! Stop! W-w-w-w-what are you doing?” Ingrid backed away from the advancing monster, her mind searching for a solution to fix this. But with her low level of magic knowledge and skill, the search came up empty.
Madeline stayed quiet, confused as to what was happening. For a moment there, the elite student had felt real fear. She thought that the monster was going to tickle torture her, as she had done to the loser Ingrid many times. But now it looked as though Madeline was going to see her victim tickled once again, far more intensely than the girl had ever been tickled before.
Glancing at the circle, it dawned on Madeline what had happened. Although she was yet unable to conduct summoning spells, she possessed some idea of what was involved. “You idiot!” Madeline insulted Ingrid with a massive grin. “You didn't add a ring of obedience to the set-up. That how you control summoned beings. Even a first year knows that!”
“Madeline! Please, help me! I'll give you anything you want! I'll be your slave!” Ingrid panicked. She sensed that the tickling capabilities of the Haharghoul was great and the thought of being turned into this monster's plaything chilled her to the bone. Being a slave to her worst enemy would be preferable to this.
“Are you fucking kidding me, loser? You want me to save you?” Madeline relished the begging. Ingrid's desperation was fuel to the bonfire of amusement burning inside the sadistic girl. “Even if I could save you, I still wouldn't. You brought this on yourself by thinking that you could ever turn the tables on me. Besides, I wouldn't miss this for the world.”
Before Ingrid was able to utter another world, the topmost arms of the Haharghoul shot out, grabbing the student's wrists tightly and lifted her effortlessly into the air. The middle set of arms sent ten fingers towards her armpits, the bottom set making as if to squeeze her sides.
“NOOOOOOO-HAHAHAHAHA!” Dangling the air, unable to so much as struggle, Ingrid exploded into laughter. The fingers of the monster moved with incredible speed, scrabbling into the sensitive hollows of Ingrid's armpits as if there were three times as many fingers. Below, a pair of large hands clamped around the girl's sides and began squeezing the tender sides with a suitable amount of ticklish pressure.
Ingrid fought to collect any semblance of thought as the torturous sensations rapidly overloaded her brain. And this was with her uniform still on! She prayed that she would never have to experience such tickling on her bare skin. The creature's talons seemed to be made with the intention of being the ultimate tickling tool: not sharp enough to pierce flesh, but plenty sharp for the purposes of tickling a victim insane in record time. Over the sounds of her own forced laughter, she could vaguely hear Madeline laughing too, but for a totally different reason.
The Haharghoul continued on Ingrid's armpits and sides for a good five minutes before the bottom set of arms stopped and grasped the girl's ankles. Ingrid yelped between laughs as her arms were released, suddenly finding the world upside down. She felt her skirt fall away, revealing her pink panties, but there was more to worry about right now than the school bully and a monster seeing her undergarments. During the brief pause her thoughts cleared for a few moments. Then she felt the monster's free hand tugging off her shoes and the panic came back worse than ever.
“NONONONO! NOT THE FEET! MERCY!” Ingrid cried out, hoping that the Haharghoul would understand her and show kindness. It shook its head, muttering in a language unknown to anyone in the room but itself with its pure black lips smirking.
“Yes, get her feet! Her feet are her most ticklish spot!” Madeline jumped up and down on the spot, offering advice and encouragement.
Without bothering to remove her knee length socks, the monster applied forty fingers to the soles of Ingrid's feet all at once, spidering twenty nails around the lower half of her feet, and the next twenty on the upper half. Ingrid's desperate laughter flooded out of her again, this time louder and more frequent. Madeline had not been lying, Ingrid had extremely sensitive feet. The girl flailed her arms around madly in the open air below her hanging body, swaying back and forward from the motions like a human pendulum. Ingrid's feet involuntarily moved around frantically, trying to run from the tickling fingers despite the currently limited movement. But it wasn't enough; the Haharghoul displayed inhuman precision and those talons followed Ingrid's feet wherever they went.
Madeline watched this continue for another ten minutes, ten minutes that went by far too fast for her, before she decided that she could actually be of use. She had been enjoying the sight of Ingrid being tortured by an actual tickle monster so much that she forgot that she had magic of her own, magic capable of increasing Ingrid's suffering.
“Hey, Mrs Monster!” Madeline yelled. The Haharghoul slowly turned its head to the source of the noise, not letting up on Ingrid's helpless soles even without sight of them.
“Watch this.” Raising a hand she started mumbling the words of a spell. It was a spell that she had practised hundreds of times on Ingrid, the perfect spell to leave the girl vulnerable to further torment. “Melkan's chains of sealing!”
As the final, magically charged words of the spell left Madeline's curled lips, four chains shot out of Ingrid's mattress from each of the corners. At the end of all four lengths of magic chain were shackles inscribed with runes that would fit snugly around Ingrid's wrists and ankles. The shackles curved through the air, seeking out their targets.
The Haharghoul had paused the onslaught of talons upon mildly sweaty white cotton to watch what was happening. “Oh no.” Ingrid whispered in the midst of heavy breathing, recognising the spell as a powerful binding spell. She felt two shackles clamp around her free wrists, followed by the other two clamping around the ankles just above where the monster held them. The Haharghoul let go of Ingrid, ready to catch her again if she fell. But just as the creature had predicted, Ingrid didn't fall. Instead, the chains started rapidly receding back into the mattress, dragging Ingrid through the air over to the bed. Soon the chains couldn't be seen, only the shackles stuck out of the mattress, holding Ingrid's body in a tight spread eagle with almost no mobility.
Madeline sauntered over to the bed, looking down at Ingrid with a sickly sweet smile. “Why? Why are you doing this?” Ingrid asked her bully, wanting to know if Madeline really thought that making the already awful situation worse was necessary.
“Because it's just so much fun seeing you like this, silly Ingrid.” Madeline continued on to whisper the words to another, shorter spell. She waved her hand at Ingrid and watched as Ingrid's clothing burned away without bringing any harm to the girl, leaving her naked and somehow even more vulnerable.
“No.” Ingrid choked the word out as she started sobbing. Her eyes were locked on the monster, striding over with an approving look upon its face. Madeline stood back, as though she were a chef proudly presenting a meal to someone important.
The Haharghoul climbed onto the bed, mounting Ingrid on her calves and positioned its arms over the chosen tickle spots. It seemed that her armpits were a fan favourite, because the top set of arms went there without hesitation. The middle pair of hands got ready to begin squeezing Ingrid's sides to oblivion once more and the bottom hands went for the girl's waist and thigh area, somewhere the monster hadn't yet touched. Ingrid would have been grateful that the creature seemed to be leaving her feet alone for now, but she was more than a little distracted by this thing that was about to tickle the shit out of her.
“Oh! Wait just one more second.” Madeline said with a devilish grin. The Haharghoul was impressed by Madeline's actions thus far and held off on the tickling for a moment. Holding her palm flat and upwards, Madeline made a small portal appear above her hand. This was known as a magical inventory, something used by wizards and witches to transport items without burdening their physical selves. From Madeline's inventory dropped a couple of items and upon seeing them Ingrid screwed her mouth shut. They were a pair of white, knee length socks. A part of Wiggleweed's uniform. And judging by the soiled state of the sections that accommodated the feet of the wearer, they had never been washed. On the bed, now breathing through her nose thanks to needing to close her mouth, Ingrid could already smell the cursed things.
“I've been wearing these babies under a second, cleaner pair of socks for months now, waiting for the perfect time to stuff them into your loser mouth. By the looks of things, there's never been a better opportunity. Don't worry, they're already inside out, so the parts where my stinky feet have been sweating into shall be what you taste.” Madeline hovered the socks above Ingrid's face, giving her a good whiff of the stench whilst her free hand tried to tug open Ingrid's jaw. No luck.
“Come on Ingrid, you might as well give in. Open up you little bitch.” Madeline tugged harder, but still didn't achieve anything.
“Fine, suit yourself.” Frustrated, Madeline moved her hand from Ingrid's jaw to one of the girl's pink, exposed nipple. Two fingers clamped around the nub, squeezing hard and twisting in the same action.
“AHHHH!” Ingrid cried out in pain when Madeline abused her tender nipple, giving the bully just the opportunity she needed to cram the pair of dirty socks into Ingrid's mouth. She pushed the ball of rancid cotton all the way past the lips, two of the long socks managing to fill Ingrid's mouth completely. Then, Madeline pushed her victim's jaw shut, closing the lips back up.
“Brakato gallid seal.” The blonde whispered words of magic, causing a spell to bind Ingrid's lips together and prevent her from even trying to spit the socks out. Standing straight with an expression of satisfaction, Madeline nodded at the monster to begin.
And begin it did. The Haharghoul knew nothing of light, gentle tickling. All it knew was how to draw out the laughter of its prey in the most efficient way possible, and that was to give it everything from minute one. Twenty fingers scratching at the ticklish armpits, two hands kneading the ticklish stomach and another twenty fingers exploring the newfound territory all around Ingrid's bared genitalia, straying into more erogenous stretches of flesh here and there. Had she not been gagged, the sound of her laughter would have filled the room. Tormented tears flowed from her eyes ceaselessly, the only way that Ingrid had left to express her suffering.
Madeline was loving this. Watching Ingrid literally being tickled insane, a pair of her own smelly socks filling the girl's mouth with foul flavour. But there was still something missing. Madeline dragged a chair across the floor of Ingrid's room and positioned it next to the head of the bed. Kicking up her legs, she cruelly placed her feet, clad in brown, school regulation loafer, on Ingrid's twitching head. Ingrid realised that before, when the Haharghoul had her hoisted in the air in order to tickle, the ability to move around served to counter the sensory overload somewhat. Now however, she regretted taking that struggling for granted, no matter how limited it had been. She couldn't even move away from the six hands of her tormentor any more. And with Madeline's feet resting on her face, Ingrid was robbed of head movement too.
Having no choice but to stare at the feet using her face as a footrest, Ingrid noticed that Madeline was lacking socks. Never a good sign, as it usually meant that she was preparing a tasty pair of smelly soles for Ingrid to lick clean. Thanks to the quick, frantic breathing that Ingrid was doing through her nose, she was already sampling some of the foot odour escaping from Madeline's loafers and it was far from pleasant.
“Don't worry Ingrid, I've worn your favourite pair of shoes today: mine! You've kissed them so many times, that must mean that you're in love with them. How cute, the little loser Ingrid in love with a pair of nasty shoes. What would your parents think?” Madeline giggled, lifting one shoe up and making use of the bridge of Ingrid's nose to help pop her heel out. As the well worn leather came away from Madeline's pink, sweaty sole, a wave of foot stench flooded out.
Ingrid hadn't been trying to fight against the weight of Madeline's feet before that moment. It seemed like a waste of effort, considering that the rest of her body was actually suffering and she needed as much effort as possible to try and deal with the tickle torture. But now her sense of smell was under attack too, and although it wasn't quite as unbearable as the intense tickling going on below, the fact that her nose was sucking in Madeline's foot odour at an alarming rate added another level to this torment.
“Or maybe it's my stinky feet inside that you're in love with? In that case, just this once Ingrid, I'll do you a favour.” Madeline continued to tease, loosening the second shoe with Ingrid's nose before using the helpless girl's face to remove both shoes completely, both feet coming down on Ingrid's face with a wet slapping noise. Madeline had made sure to place Ingrid's nose right up under her toes and started enjoying the feeling of air being drawn from between her cheesy toes immediately.
Perhaps motivated by Madeline's recent addition to Ingrid's torture, or perhaps simply wanted to ramp things up for its own amusement, the Haharghoul opened its smiling black lips and let a dripping, snake-like tongue emerge. It starting using the tongue like an extra limb, running it all over Ingrid's cute, perky breasts and the area around.
Ingrid howled into her disgusting gag, utterly overwhelmed by the torture she was enduring. Her chest was being soaked in the monster's copious saliva and it wasn't letting up on any of her other tickle spots in the slightest. The sensation of that wet tongue sloshing all over her breasts was very ticklish too, but a small part of her was aroused as the appendage caressed her tits with far greater care than any of the sixty fingers showed. Meanwhile up at the top of the bed, Ingrid was trying to wrench her nose out from under Madeline's toes but the sadistic girl just wasn't letting up, applying enough pressure to keep her feet exactly where she wanted them. The last thing Ingrid wanted to do was keep hoovering up the sweat and warm, humid air from her bully's toes but she had little say in the matter.
Furthermore, it seemed that the saliva left behind by the tongue seemed to do something to Ingrid's skin, making it feel tingly. The feeling continued to intensify until it was like the affected area was being tickled by unseen phantoms, though far less effectively than the Haharghoul.
Then, just as Ingrid's torture was reaching the latest peak, something unexpected happened. The door to Ingrid's bedroom opened, the locking spell nullified by the magic of a far more powerful witch. In walked an older woman with pitch black hair. Most of it was held up in a large bun but numerous strands fell free. Madeline looked over her shoulder and her eyes widened in surprise, though she didn't move her feet. The Haharghoul kept tickling its victim, oblivious to the newcomer whilst it was 'feeding'.
“Please, explain to me, Miss Mavery, what exactly is going on here?” The woman asked, her arms folded. Ingrid wished that she would put a stop to this before asking questions, but was glad for the intrusion nonetheless even if she had difficulty showing her appreciation.
“I-I can explain everything Mrs Honeyside!” Had Ingrid not been laughing, she would've groaned. Of all the people to come and rescue her, it had to be Mrs Honeyside. Out of all teachers at Wiggleweed, Mrs Honeyside was the most likely to overlook abuse aimed at Ingrid. Why, you ask? Because Madeline happens to be the teacher's star pupil who can do no wrong.
“Well, go on then. Start talking. Why did you ask me to arrive here after you in order to stop Miss Bobblebottom's supposed 'attack' against you, yet when I show up she's the one in need of assistance?” Mrs Honeyside didn't look impressed.
“Mrs Honeyside, she did this to herself!”
Appraising the situation for just a short second, Mrs Honeyside frowned. “Judging by how Miss Bobblebottom is currently being tickled insane by a Haharghoul, I find that very hard to believe. As much as I respect you Miss Mavery, I am not here to take part in petty squabbles.”
“I'm telling the truth, honest! Ingrid lured me to her room to try and get her revenge or whatever, and royally fucked up. I took it upon myself to punish her for attempting to make me suffer. That's it. Use a lie detector spell or something.”
“Unnecessary.” Mrs Honeyside said simply, looking at the Haharghoul. She suddenly began talking in a strange language that neither of the students could understand. Mercifully, the tickling halted because the teacher's strange, harshly spoken words caught the monster's attention and it met her eyes with all four of its own.
Mrs Honeyside and the monster started having a conversation in what both Ingrid and Madeline assumed to be the creature's own language, firing words back and forth. Sometimes gestures were made. But soon enough, Mrs Honeyside had the information she needed and said something else to the Haharghoul, ensuring that it wouldn't begin again until she gave a command.
“It appears that you were telling the truth after all. I am sorry for doubting you Miss Mavery.”
“There's no need to apologise Mrs Honeyside. I think that anyone would have reacted as you did.” Madeline said with a sweet smile, all the while rubbing her sweaty feet all over Ingrid's tortured face. “So, what happens now?”
“Well, I suppose the two of us need to ensure that Miss Bobblebottom here learns her lesson. Perhaps then in the future she'll show more common sense and not attempt to harm the top student of her age group when she can barely cast project light without making a mess.” Mrs Honeyside had her lecturing face on, walking around the bed as she spoke. Her stone cold gaze settled on Ingrid with no lack of disdain. This was the kind of gaze that the teacher would use on her in class, the kind that made any student wither. Ingrid's own, tear stained eyes dared not look away. The teacher stopped parallel to Madeline.
“Does that mean that you're going to help me punish her?” Madeline asked with a great big smile. This was turning out to be one of the best nights of her life.
Mrs Honeyside clicked her fingers and a cushioned chair blinked into existence behind her. Sitting in the chair, she quickly made herself comfortable and shuffled the chair forward. One at a time she removed her feet from the black, heeled shoes that she had been wearing all day, walking from class to class, standing before the student, filling with foot sweat and stink. Leaving the shoes neatly on the floor beside Ingrid's bed, Mrs Honeyside raised her legs, displaying the undersides of both feet to the girl in strict bondage on the bed.
Ingrid started sobbing at the thought of the torture beginning again, this time not just with the smelly feet of her bully groping her face, but with those of her least favourite teacher too. Mrs Honeyside's feet were bigger than Madeline's, wider than Madeline's, more wrinkled and meaty than Madeline's. They were a darker shade of pink, but looked just as moist.
“Yes, I am going to lend a hand. This kind of behaviour is most unacceptable Miss Bobblebottom. Tonight, the three of us are going to give you a punishment that you will never forget.” From between Madeline's toes, Ingrid watched with horror as Mrs Honeyside's feet descended, bringing with them a potent stench that mingled with Madeline's, creating one far stronger and more offensive to Ingrid's delicate nose.
Madeline moved her own feet back a little, making room for all four feet to share Ingrid's face. The second pair made contact with Ingrid's skin, causing the girl to shiver with discomfort at the warm, damp sensation. The teacher said something in the language of the Haharghoul and the creature began tickling with renewed vigour now that there was another spectator to see it at work.
