“Harry Potter: Breaking The Order” Part 4 (ff/ff)
“Harry Potter: Breaking the Order” Part 4
*If any admins are reading this, please understand that I’ve made a point to set this story within the parameters of your rules. This story takes place after the events at Hogwarts. All characters are over the age of 18. Thank you and enjoy.
*Readers - I’ve taken some liberties as far as the characters within the Harry Potter universe. I know some of them were killed during the series; however, we won’t let that get in the way of creating what I hope is a decent tickling story.
At the Weasley home...
Harry, Ron, Ginny, and the other Weasley brothers had finally returned from hiding the Elder Wand, the Resurrection Stone, and the Cloak of Invisibility. With tears in her eyes, Molly Weasley informed them all that Luna had failed in her rescue attempt and had been captured. And now Tonks was missing too. As the group argued about what to do next, Professor McGonagall commanded silence. Every member of The Order paused and looked in her direction. Professor McGonagall was holding the most recent letter that had arrived shortly before the others had returned. They gathered around the table as Professor McGonagall began to break the seal and open the envelope.
Inside was another signed letter that read, “I don’t know how much more your friends can take.” Accompanying the letter was another moving picture. Professor McGonagall closed her eyes and turned her head after seeing the picture. It panned across the same living room they had seen before. They could see all five of the girls bound, gagged, and barefoot. Then Bellatrix came into view holding a feather. She said, “Now Mr. Potter...which...of your friends...should I...tickle...next?” She twirled the feather between her fingers as she strolled amongst the crowd of captive girls; each one flinching as she came near hoping they weren’t the next one to be tickled.
Luna Lovegood was hogtied on the floor with her creamy size 7 feet up in the air. She did not expel a lot of energy struggling against her bonds; Luna mostly just whimpered into her gag and kept alternating crossing her feet over each other. When Bellatrix came close and asked her if she would like another feathering on her feet, Luna looked up at her and let out a muffled string of pleas.
Bellatrix walked near a couch where Fleur Delacour was sitting up. Her legs were bent and her bound, bare size 7 feet were flat on the couch cushions. Fleur’s hands were tied in front of her secured with a short length of rope also tying them to her ankles. Bellatrix waved the feather at her playfully and she shook her head back and forth quickly and started tugging so much on her ropes that her feet would come up off the couch a little.
Cho Chang was hogtied on the floor. Her tiny size 6.5 soles were upturned in the air behind her. Like many of the other girls, Cho had drenched her cleave gag in drool as she wiggled around and tried desperately to get free. Bellatrix strolled over to her and watched her wiggle her little peds around nervously. The Lestrange woman smiled and asked teasingly if she would prefer to be tickled on her feet or her belly next. Cho’s answer was incoherent through her gag but it was clear she did not want to be tickled anywhere.
Lavender Brown was lying on her side on a couch facing away from the group. She was tied similar to a hogtied position only with more slack between her ankles and wrists. She craned her neck back over her shoulder to look down at her bound size 8 soles, which were displayed facing out toward the group. As Bellatrix neared her, Lavender curled her toes down hard and her eyes became as big as saucers. “I take it you don’t want me to flick this mean old feather on the bottoms of your feet again, Ms. Brown?” Lavender only let out muffled pleas.
Bellatrix wondered over to Tonks, who was also hogtied on the floor. Her large, size 9 soles were bare and unprotected behind her. Tonks looked up at Bellatrix, unsure of what was going to happen. She made guttural noises into her cleave gag as she eyed Bellatrix’s feather. “You’ll do, Missy. I think those feet of yours need another feathering,” Bellatrix said to her. Tonks shouted pointlessly into her gag and squirmed hard against her bonds as Bellatrix knelt down and wafted the feather in front of her face to give her a better look. Tonks was trying to yell something to her but her words were unrecognizable pleas as she strained against the ropes keeping her captive.
Then the moving picture started over again. The members of The Order were once again left in the dark, not knowing what was being done to their friends. “Oh dear heavens!” exclaimed Molly Weasley as she gripped Arthur’s arm. Ginny let out a shriek of rage and zapped a bolt into a nearby flower pot. The pot shattered and rained down on the kitchen floor. “I’m going to kill that woman!” Ginny yelled as her cheeks flushed red with anger. Harry forced her into a bear hug to calm her down. “We have to go now! There isn’t anymore time!” he declared to the group.
Professor McGonagall nodded in approval. They all knew it wasn’t the best choice but it was the only conceivable option left given the dire circumstances. It was decided that this attack would be a rescue mission rather than a battle to end the war. Hermione and Ginny would slip inside the mansion and rescue the girls while the others did their best to lure the Death Eaters out into a battle nearby. “We’ll try to keep them occupied for as long as we can. But you’re in and then you’re out, okay? Don’t spend any more time in there than you have to. I don’t want you ending up like the other girls,” Harry said to Ginny as he held her close. Ron voiced his worry to Hermione as well while they shared one last embrace before the mission.
The Order got everything ready and then set out. As they neared the mansion, they stopped and wished each other luck in the battle to come. Hermione and Ginny waited in a wooded area where they could see the house as the others took position. Large blasts and colorful explosions rocked the mansion as The Order began their assault. There was no shortage of noise outside and soon Death Eaters were pouring out to combat the attackers.
Harry and the others managed to disable a few of the Death Eaters as they ran out to see what was going on. But as the number of enemies before them rose, The Order began to work their way back away from the mansion as they had planned at the Weasley home. They continued to send volleys of magical spells and explosions as they drew the Death Eaters far away from their base. Hermione and Ginny held their breath as they watched a brutal fight between the two sides. Multiple Death Eaters fell but they had the numbers. Ginny cringed as she saw Percy take a shot to his chest that knocked him down. Neville was able to help him back to his feet as the two began to full on run the opposite direction.
Harry and the others were now out of sight. Only colorful red and green bursts were visible lighting up the sky in the distance. Hermione and Ginny knew this was their moment. They ran as quietly as they could to clear the estate lawn without being seen. They slipped inside through an unlocked door and stopped to listen for any sign of danger. They could hear faint laughter coming from upstairs. Slowly they creeped up the stairs. Ginny led the way while Hermione made sure to cover the rear. They were not taking any chances since both Luna and Tonks had managed to get themselves captured on their rescue missions.
They came to a room where they determined the laughter was coming from. Hermione and Ginny were shrouded in darkness in the hallway but there was light beaming out from the doorway. They snuck up and both of them peered around the doorframe. They had hoped all the Death Eaters would be gone chasing the fight the other members managed to stir up but it appeared Bellatrix had sense to leave at least a couple guards.
Inside the room, they saw Pansy Parkinson and Daphne Greengrass tormenting Luna and Tonks. All of the furniture had been pushed to the edges of the room to leave a large open space in the center of the room. The poor girls were strung up to the ceiling with their toes barely touching the ground. Their arms were pulled above their heads with no slack and each girls’ ankles were tied together. Luna’s green blouse was undone and hung open, leaving her upper body vulnerable. A tan bra was visible. Her tight dark blue jeans had been removed, which left her porcelain legs bare. She had on silky, dark green panties that covered most of her buttocks. Tonks was hanging with her torn grey sweater and ripped red tank top on. Her breasts were still half visible hiding behind the tattered clothing. She still wore her teal skirt and hole-ridden nylons.
Hermione and Ginny watched in silent anger as Pansy and Daphne made their friends laugh hysterically. It gave each girl a horrid, rotten feeling in their gut as they stood by without intervening. But to charge in now without knowing who else might be in the house was reckless. Ginny whispered in Hermione’s ear that she was going to snoop around the rest of the house and make sure there were no other guards left on the premises. Hermione would need to stay and keep an eye on Pansy and Daphne just in case.
Without a noise, Ginny slipped away into the dark to scope out the rest of the mansion. Hermione brought her focus back to Luna and Tonks. Pansy was standing behind Luna with her fingers sunk into her smooth armpits. Luna’s head was back and laughter flowed from her like a waterfall as Pansy’s terrible fingers wiggled rapidly in her sensitive pits. The pretty blonde swayed back and forth but the tight ropes offered her no safety from the menacing digits.
Daphne was standing in front of Tonks; she squeezed and pinched her sides teasingly as Tonks fought to keep back at least some of her embarrassing laughter. Daphne skittered her fingernails down both of Tonks’ sides, which made her jerk suddenly and let out a string of silly giggles as her tummy shook with the sensation. Tonks felt so dumb being made to laugh against her will like some helpless girl. This little brat in front of her was doing it easy enough though despite her best effort to keep quiet.
“Mmmm...my girl’s getting close I think. I should go get some towels or something now before we have another accident on our hands,” Pansy suggested as she pulled her hands out of Luna’s armpits. Hermione barely had time to scurry away from the doorway and find an empty room to hide in before Pansy walked out into the hallway and around the corner. It didn’t take her long before she returned with some white linens from another room. Hermione once again crept back to see what was going on.
Pansy and Daphne each took some of the crisp linens and spread them on the floor underneath the captives’ feet. Then they resumed their tickling torture. Pansy began massaging her fingers into Luna’s hips, making her legs jolt in response. She tried to lift her legs to block the tickling but it was obvious she was exhausted from her stay here at the mansion. Luna leaned forward as much as she could and giggled helplessly. Pansy said quietly in her ear, “Does this tickle wickle, little girl?” Luna did not respond but instead just kept giggling.
Daphne stood behind Tonks and danced her fingernails lightly over her ribs. Tonks laughed heartily and twisted from side to side, flashing her bare breasts every once in a while. Daphne kept Tonks guessing by switching up how hard she dug her fingers in. She would mostly use a light touch, letting Tonks feel the irritating sensations as her nails traced over her upper body. And then she would suddenly squeeze tighter and run her fingers wildly over Tonks’ ribcage for about ten seconds at a time. The pink-haired prisoner couldn’t stand it and let out unbridled laughter as she was played like a fiddle. Tonks fell into bouts of silent laughter when Daphne worked her menacing fingers up her sides and trickled them along the undersides of her breasts.
Pansy could tell Luna was getting desperate again. The blonde cutie begged pathetically for Pansy to stop but her words fell on deaf ears. If anything, they only encouraged Bellatrix’s evil lackey. Pansy pinched both sides of Luna’s silky, dark green panties and slowly slid them down her legs until they hung around her mid thighs. Luna was utterly drained of energy and only managed some pouty whimpers and kept saying, “No no no nohoho!” Luna’s trimmed trail of bright blonde pubic hair led down to her crotch, visible for all to see now.
Daphne ceased her rib tickling and prepared Tonks in a similar fashion. She untied her ankles and slid off her teal skirt. Tonks’ bottom half was now only covered in her black nylons. Daphne eased her ropes just a bit so that her feet were flat on the floor. She ordered Tonks to spread her legs and keep them spread or she would spend all night wishing she had. Daphne gripped Tonks’ nylons near her crotch and pulled them until ripped. Daphne pulled and tore the nylons until there was a large enough hole to frame Tonks’ recently shaved mound. Tonks glared at her, wanting to say something defiant but knew she better not.
Hermione watched from the darkness as Pansy picked up a feather and began wiggling the tip over Luna’s lips. “Hehehehe! Oh my! Hehehehe! Goodness that feels hehehehe! Oh goodness! Hehehehe!” Pansy was crouched down and had one arm encircled around Luna’s legs to hold her steady as she ran the feather back and forth quickly over Luna’s private region. “That’s it, just let it out,” Pansy instructed her calmly as she focused intently on her task. Luna giggled and proclaimed she didn’t want to do that again.
Daphne stood behind Tonks and wrapped her hands around to her bare tummy. She began sliding her nails lightly all over the toned stomach and up her sides. Tonks laughed and jerked this way and that to escape the fingernails. Daphne slipped a finger into Tonks’ bellybutton and rubbed it around in a circle, not too fast but quick enough to where Tonks’ face was getting red with laughter. Her belly ached from contorting and flexing so much. Daphne kept using her other hand to tickle Tonks’ side and ribs as the girl jerked around desperately.
Luna screamed that Pansy needed to stop before it was too late but she was ignored. In fact, Pansy put down the feather and stood behind Luna. She kneaded her fingertips into Luna’s soft tummy. Pansy placed a fingertip in Luna’s adorable bellybutton and wiggled it gently. Luna couldn’t stand the sensation and laughed so hard she fell into silent laughter. Tears started to trickle down out of the corners of her mouth as she went completely limp against her bonds and could only take the hellacious tummy and bellybutton tickling that was being done to her. A small trail of urine started to trickle down from crotch, down her bare legs, and then onto the linens laid out on the hardwood floor. Luna’s small trail of bright blonde hair became a shade of dirty blonde near the bottom as the pee soaked into it. The small trickle became more and more powerful as Pansy’s hand continued to massage her belly and her finger pulsed relentlessly in her bellybutton. Soon a full-on stream of urine was slipping out of the witty, odd Ravenclaw girl as she belly-laughed.
Daphne could tell Tonks was fighting back the urge to let go. She slid a hand down to Tonks’ bared pussy and began using a couple fingers to tease around the sensitive lips. Her fingers lightly tickled the private area, making it harder for Tonks to hold back. Then like a predator sensing weakness, Daphne placed her other hand at the base of Tonks’ tummy, just above her crotch. She began wiggling her unbearable fingernails across Tonks’ waist and made her cry out, “HAHAHAHA!! NO!! NOT NEAR MY BLADDER!! HAHAHAHAHA!!” Tonks began to spurt out piss in sudden, random globs as her defenses began to fail her. Daphne moved from her waist to her bellybutton again after the initial seal was broken. It was easy to get her to release the rest of her bladder once she played in her vulnerable button again. Tonks cried laughter as she was forced to urinate onto the floor. Pee dribbled onto the ground and down her black nylons as she squirmed and shook with hysterical laughter.
Hermione bit her lower lip and forced herself to look on. She felt awful for the girls and the thought of being tickled like that made Hermione shiver. She honestly didn’t know how she would react or what that would feel like but she didn’t want to find out. Hermione nearly jumped out of her skin when Ginny clasped a hand over her mouth to keep her from screaming. Once Hermione realized it was only Ginny returning, she pulled her hand down and caught her breath. Her heart was beating out of her chest from the fright.
“The other girls are in the basement but there are two guards down there with them. We’ll need to take these two girls out first and free Luna and Tonks. But we’ll have to do it quickly so we don’t make much noise. Then we can go down and knock out the other two guards. As soon as we free the other girls, we’ll make a break for home and hope the others got free from the battle without too much trouble,” Ginny explained in whispers.
“Sounds like a plan.”
The voice startled the girls. They turned to confirm their fears and saw Bellatrix standing in the hallway not ten feet from them. Hermione and Ginny tried to draw their wands but it was a pointless effort; they were already way behind Bellatrix. Ginny gripped her wand first but it flew out of her hand immediately as Bellatrix sent a blast her way. Then Hermione was disarmed with Bellatrix’s next shot. Pansy and Daphne had also drawn their wands and sent blasts into the girls’ backs, which knocked them to the floor unconscious. Bellatrix smiled at her good fortune. “I knew your Order would be dumb enough to try another rescue mission,” she said to no one in particular while she stood over their unconscious forms.
Ginny started to come to. She was groggy after being knocked out. She was lying next to Hermione on a rug in the middle of a living room it appeared and she had been hogtied. Ginny was wearing a blue button up blouse with three-quarter length sleeves and grey pants. Her black flats were not on her feet anymore. Her pale, narrow size 7.5 soles were crossed over at the ankles and tied behind her. She looked over at Hermione but couldn’t say anything because of the black cleave gag in her mouth.
Luckily, Hermione was starting to blink and regain consciousness as well. She had on a grey V-neck sweater with a white collared button up shirt underneath and black pants. Hermione began to realize her surroundings and could tell she was also hogtied. Her comfortable black flats were also gone, leaving her bare size 7 soles tied side by side up in the air behind her. Hermione’s eyes got large as she and Ginny made eye contact. They both knew they were in trouble now. Then they heard loud sniffing noises.
The girls both looked in the direction of the noise and saw Bellatrix relaxing in an arm chair as comfortable as could be. She had one of Ginny’s flats in her left hand and was holding the opening up to her nose so that it covered a good portion of her face. And then she inhaled deeply and took in the sweet smell of Ginny’s foot imprint in her shoes. “Mmm...how nice. I’m going to guess that it’s not uncommon for your feet to sweat a little in your flats.” Then Bellatrix did the same to Hermione’s shoe that she had in her right hand. Held it up to nose and breathed deep along the arch portion of the foot imprint. “Mmmm...Hermione Granger...ever practical. I’d be willing to bet that you don’t buy yourself a lot of new things very often. Probably had these shoes for years. No need to replace them, right. Nice and broken in. Your feet have already worn nice grooves in them.” Hermione and Ginny were disgusted by Bellatrix’s casual sniffing of the inside of their flats. Why did she want to waft in their foot stink?
Then Bellatrix stood up and grabbed her feather. She twirled it casually as she slowly strolled toward the girls. “Now who to start with...” Hermione and Ginny growled defiantly, shook their heads back and forth, and shouted muted protests into their gags as they wiggled around and squirmed on the floor.
TO BE CONTINUED...
“Harry Potter: Breaking the Order” Part 4
*If any admins are reading this, please understand that I’ve made a point to set this story within the parameters of your rules. This story takes place after the events at Hogwarts. All characters are over the age of 18. Thank you and enjoy.
*Readers - I’ve taken some liberties as far as the characters within the Harry Potter universe. I know some of them were killed during the series; however, we won’t let that get in the way of creating what I hope is a decent tickling story.
At the Weasley home...
Harry, Ron, Ginny, and the other Weasley brothers had finally returned from hiding the Elder Wand, the Resurrection Stone, and the Cloak of Invisibility. With tears in her eyes, Molly Weasley informed them all that Luna had failed in her rescue attempt and had been captured. And now Tonks was missing too. As the group argued about what to do next, Professor McGonagall commanded silence. Every member of The Order paused and looked in her direction. Professor McGonagall was holding the most recent letter that had arrived shortly before the others had returned. They gathered around the table as Professor McGonagall began to break the seal and open the envelope.
Inside was another signed letter that read, “I don’t know how much more your friends can take.” Accompanying the letter was another moving picture. Professor McGonagall closed her eyes and turned her head after seeing the picture. It panned across the same living room they had seen before. They could see all five of the girls bound, gagged, and barefoot. Then Bellatrix came into view holding a feather. She said, “Now Mr. Potter...which...of your friends...should I...tickle...next?” She twirled the feather between her fingers as she strolled amongst the crowd of captive girls; each one flinching as she came near hoping they weren’t the next one to be tickled.
Luna Lovegood was hogtied on the floor with her creamy size 7 feet up in the air. She did not expel a lot of energy struggling against her bonds; Luna mostly just whimpered into her gag and kept alternating crossing her feet over each other. When Bellatrix came close and asked her if she would like another feathering on her feet, Luna looked up at her and let out a muffled string of pleas.
Bellatrix walked near a couch where Fleur Delacour was sitting up. Her legs were bent and her bound, bare size 7 feet were flat on the couch cushions. Fleur’s hands were tied in front of her secured with a short length of rope also tying them to her ankles. Bellatrix waved the feather at her playfully and she shook her head back and forth quickly and started tugging so much on her ropes that her feet would come up off the couch a little.
Cho Chang was hogtied on the floor. Her tiny size 6.5 soles were upturned in the air behind her. Like many of the other girls, Cho had drenched her cleave gag in drool as she wiggled around and tried desperately to get free. Bellatrix strolled over to her and watched her wiggle her little peds around nervously. The Lestrange woman smiled and asked teasingly if she would prefer to be tickled on her feet or her belly next. Cho’s answer was incoherent through her gag but it was clear she did not want to be tickled anywhere.
Lavender Brown was lying on her side on a couch facing away from the group. She was tied similar to a hogtied position only with more slack between her ankles and wrists. She craned her neck back over her shoulder to look down at her bound size 8 soles, which were displayed facing out toward the group. As Bellatrix neared her, Lavender curled her toes down hard and her eyes became as big as saucers. “I take it you don’t want me to flick this mean old feather on the bottoms of your feet again, Ms. Brown?” Lavender only let out muffled pleas.
Bellatrix wondered over to Tonks, who was also hogtied on the floor. Her large, size 9 soles were bare and unprotected behind her. Tonks looked up at Bellatrix, unsure of what was going to happen. She made guttural noises into her cleave gag as she eyed Bellatrix’s feather. “You’ll do, Missy. I think those feet of yours need another feathering,” Bellatrix said to her. Tonks shouted pointlessly into her gag and squirmed hard against her bonds as Bellatrix knelt down and wafted the feather in front of her face to give her a better look. Tonks was trying to yell something to her but her words were unrecognizable pleas as she strained against the ropes keeping her captive.
Then the moving picture started over again. The members of The Order were once again left in the dark, not knowing what was being done to their friends. “Oh dear heavens!” exclaimed Molly Weasley as she gripped Arthur’s arm. Ginny let out a shriek of rage and zapped a bolt into a nearby flower pot. The pot shattered and rained down on the kitchen floor. “I’m going to kill that woman!” Ginny yelled as her cheeks flushed red with anger. Harry forced her into a bear hug to calm her down. “We have to go now! There isn’t anymore time!” he declared to the group.
Professor McGonagall nodded in approval. They all knew it wasn’t the best choice but it was the only conceivable option left given the dire circumstances. It was decided that this attack would be a rescue mission rather than a battle to end the war. Hermione and Ginny would slip inside the mansion and rescue the girls while the others did their best to lure the Death Eaters out into a battle nearby. “We’ll try to keep them occupied for as long as we can. But you’re in and then you’re out, okay? Don’t spend any more time in there than you have to. I don’t want you ending up like the other girls,” Harry said to Ginny as he held her close. Ron voiced his worry to Hermione as well while they shared one last embrace before the mission.
The Order got everything ready and then set out. As they neared the mansion, they stopped and wished each other luck in the battle to come. Hermione and Ginny waited in a wooded area where they could see the house as the others took position. Large blasts and colorful explosions rocked the mansion as The Order began their assault. There was no shortage of noise outside and soon Death Eaters were pouring out to combat the attackers.
Harry and the others managed to disable a few of the Death Eaters as they ran out to see what was going on. But as the number of enemies before them rose, The Order began to work their way back away from the mansion as they had planned at the Weasley home. They continued to send volleys of magical spells and explosions as they drew the Death Eaters far away from their base. Hermione and Ginny held their breath as they watched a brutal fight between the two sides. Multiple Death Eaters fell but they had the numbers. Ginny cringed as she saw Percy take a shot to his chest that knocked him down. Neville was able to help him back to his feet as the two began to full on run the opposite direction.
Harry and the others were now out of sight. Only colorful red and green bursts were visible lighting up the sky in the distance. Hermione and Ginny knew this was their moment. They ran as quietly as they could to clear the estate lawn without being seen. They slipped inside through an unlocked door and stopped to listen for any sign of danger. They could hear faint laughter coming from upstairs. Slowly they creeped up the stairs. Ginny led the way while Hermione made sure to cover the rear. They were not taking any chances since both Luna and Tonks had managed to get themselves captured on their rescue missions.
They came to a room where they determined the laughter was coming from. Hermione and Ginny were shrouded in darkness in the hallway but there was light beaming out from the doorway. They snuck up and both of them peered around the doorframe. They had hoped all the Death Eaters would be gone chasing the fight the other members managed to stir up but it appeared Bellatrix had sense to leave at least a couple guards.
Inside the room, they saw Pansy Parkinson and Daphne Greengrass tormenting Luna and Tonks. All of the furniture had been pushed to the edges of the room to leave a large open space in the center of the room. The poor girls were strung up to the ceiling with their toes barely touching the ground. Their arms were pulled above their heads with no slack and each girls’ ankles were tied together. Luna’s green blouse was undone and hung open, leaving her upper body vulnerable. A tan bra was visible. Her tight dark blue jeans had been removed, which left her porcelain legs bare. She had on silky, dark green panties that covered most of her buttocks. Tonks was hanging with her torn grey sweater and ripped red tank top on. Her breasts were still half visible hiding behind the tattered clothing. She still wore her teal skirt and hole-ridden nylons.
Hermione and Ginny watched in silent anger as Pansy and Daphne made their friends laugh hysterically. It gave each girl a horrid, rotten feeling in their gut as they stood by without intervening. But to charge in now without knowing who else might be in the house was reckless. Ginny whispered in Hermione’s ear that she was going to snoop around the rest of the house and make sure there were no other guards left on the premises. Hermione would need to stay and keep an eye on Pansy and Daphne just in case.
Without a noise, Ginny slipped away into the dark to scope out the rest of the mansion. Hermione brought her focus back to Luna and Tonks. Pansy was standing behind Luna with her fingers sunk into her smooth armpits. Luna’s head was back and laughter flowed from her like a waterfall as Pansy’s terrible fingers wiggled rapidly in her sensitive pits. The pretty blonde swayed back and forth but the tight ropes offered her no safety from the menacing digits.
Daphne was standing in front of Tonks; she squeezed and pinched her sides teasingly as Tonks fought to keep back at least some of her embarrassing laughter. Daphne skittered her fingernails down both of Tonks’ sides, which made her jerk suddenly and let out a string of silly giggles as her tummy shook with the sensation. Tonks felt so dumb being made to laugh against her will like some helpless girl. This little brat in front of her was doing it easy enough though despite her best effort to keep quiet.
“Mmmm...my girl’s getting close I think. I should go get some towels or something now before we have another accident on our hands,” Pansy suggested as she pulled her hands out of Luna’s armpits. Hermione barely had time to scurry away from the doorway and find an empty room to hide in before Pansy walked out into the hallway and around the corner. It didn’t take her long before she returned with some white linens from another room. Hermione once again crept back to see what was going on.
Pansy and Daphne each took some of the crisp linens and spread them on the floor underneath the captives’ feet. Then they resumed their tickling torture. Pansy began massaging her fingers into Luna’s hips, making her legs jolt in response. She tried to lift her legs to block the tickling but it was obvious she was exhausted from her stay here at the mansion. Luna leaned forward as much as she could and giggled helplessly. Pansy said quietly in her ear, “Does this tickle wickle, little girl?” Luna did not respond but instead just kept giggling.
Daphne stood behind Tonks and danced her fingernails lightly over her ribs. Tonks laughed heartily and twisted from side to side, flashing her bare breasts every once in a while. Daphne kept Tonks guessing by switching up how hard she dug her fingers in. She would mostly use a light touch, letting Tonks feel the irritating sensations as her nails traced over her upper body. And then she would suddenly squeeze tighter and run her fingers wildly over Tonks’ ribcage for about ten seconds at a time. The pink-haired prisoner couldn’t stand it and let out unbridled laughter as she was played like a fiddle. Tonks fell into bouts of silent laughter when Daphne worked her menacing fingers up her sides and trickled them along the undersides of her breasts.
Pansy could tell Luna was getting desperate again. The blonde cutie begged pathetically for Pansy to stop but her words fell on deaf ears. If anything, they only encouraged Bellatrix’s evil lackey. Pansy pinched both sides of Luna’s silky, dark green panties and slowly slid them down her legs until they hung around her mid thighs. Luna was utterly drained of energy and only managed some pouty whimpers and kept saying, “No no no nohoho!” Luna’s trimmed trail of bright blonde pubic hair led down to her crotch, visible for all to see now.
Daphne ceased her rib tickling and prepared Tonks in a similar fashion. She untied her ankles and slid off her teal skirt. Tonks’ bottom half was now only covered in her black nylons. Daphne eased her ropes just a bit so that her feet were flat on the floor. She ordered Tonks to spread her legs and keep them spread or she would spend all night wishing she had. Daphne gripped Tonks’ nylons near her crotch and pulled them until ripped. Daphne pulled and tore the nylons until there was a large enough hole to frame Tonks’ recently shaved mound. Tonks glared at her, wanting to say something defiant but knew she better not.
Hermione watched from the darkness as Pansy picked up a feather and began wiggling the tip over Luna’s lips. “Hehehehe! Oh my! Hehehehe! Goodness that feels hehehehe! Oh goodness! Hehehehe!” Pansy was crouched down and had one arm encircled around Luna’s legs to hold her steady as she ran the feather back and forth quickly over Luna’s private region. “That’s it, just let it out,” Pansy instructed her calmly as she focused intently on her task. Luna giggled and proclaimed she didn’t want to do that again.
Daphne stood behind Tonks and wrapped her hands around to her bare tummy. She began sliding her nails lightly all over the toned stomach and up her sides. Tonks laughed and jerked this way and that to escape the fingernails. Daphne slipped a finger into Tonks’ bellybutton and rubbed it around in a circle, not too fast but quick enough to where Tonks’ face was getting red with laughter. Her belly ached from contorting and flexing so much. Daphne kept using her other hand to tickle Tonks’ side and ribs as the girl jerked around desperately.
Luna screamed that Pansy needed to stop before it was too late but she was ignored. In fact, Pansy put down the feather and stood behind Luna. She kneaded her fingertips into Luna’s soft tummy. Pansy placed a fingertip in Luna’s adorable bellybutton and wiggled it gently. Luna couldn’t stand the sensation and laughed so hard she fell into silent laughter. Tears started to trickle down out of the corners of her mouth as she went completely limp against her bonds and could only take the hellacious tummy and bellybutton tickling that was being done to her. A small trail of urine started to trickle down from crotch, down her bare legs, and then onto the linens laid out on the hardwood floor. Luna’s small trail of bright blonde hair became a shade of dirty blonde near the bottom as the pee soaked into it. The small trickle became more and more powerful as Pansy’s hand continued to massage her belly and her finger pulsed relentlessly in her bellybutton. Soon a full-on stream of urine was slipping out of the witty, odd Ravenclaw girl as she belly-laughed.
Daphne could tell Tonks was fighting back the urge to let go. She slid a hand down to Tonks’ bared pussy and began using a couple fingers to tease around the sensitive lips. Her fingers lightly tickled the private area, making it harder for Tonks to hold back. Then like a predator sensing weakness, Daphne placed her other hand at the base of Tonks’ tummy, just above her crotch. She began wiggling her unbearable fingernails across Tonks’ waist and made her cry out, “HAHAHAHA!! NO!! NOT NEAR MY BLADDER!! HAHAHAHAHA!!” Tonks began to spurt out piss in sudden, random globs as her defenses began to fail her. Daphne moved from her waist to her bellybutton again after the initial seal was broken. It was easy to get her to release the rest of her bladder once she played in her vulnerable button again. Tonks cried laughter as she was forced to urinate onto the floor. Pee dribbled onto the ground and down her black nylons as she squirmed and shook with hysterical laughter.
Hermione bit her lower lip and forced herself to look on. She felt awful for the girls and the thought of being tickled like that made Hermione shiver. She honestly didn’t know how she would react or what that would feel like but she didn’t want to find out. Hermione nearly jumped out of her skin when Ginny clasped a hand over her mouth to keep her from screaming. Once Hermione realized it was only Ginny returning, she pulled her hand down and caught her breath. Her heart was beating out of her chest from the fright.
“The other girls are in the basement but there are two guards down there with them. We’ll need to take these two girls out first and free Luna and Tonks. But we’ll have to do it quickly so we don’t make much noise. Then we can go down and knock out the other two guards. As soon as we free the other girls, we’ll make a break for home and hope the others got free from the battle without too much trouble,” Ginny explained in whispers.
“Sounds like a plan.”
The voice startled the girls. They turned to confirm their fears and saw Bellatrix standing in the hallway not ten feet from them. Hermione and Ginny tried to draw their wands but it was a pointless effort; they were already way behind Bellatrix. Ginny gripped her wand first but it flew out of her hand immediately as Bellatrix sent a blast her way. Then Hermione was disarmed with Bellatrix’s next shot. Pansy and Daphne had also drawn their wands and sent blasts into the girls’ backs, which knocked them to the floor unconscious. Bellatrix smiled at her good fortune. “I knew your Order would be dumb enough to try another rescue mission,” she said to no one in particular while she stood over their unconscious forms.
Ginny started to come to. She was groggy after being knocked out. She was lying next to Hermione on a rug in the middle of a living room it appeared and she had been hogtied. Ginny was wearing a blue button up blouse with three-quarter length sleeves and grey pants. Her black flats were not on her feet anymore. Her pale, narrow size 7.5 soles were crossed over at the ankles and tied behind her. She looked over at Hermione but couldn’t say anything because of the black cleave gag in her mouth.
Luckily, Hermione was starting to blink and regain consciousness as well. She had on a grey V-neck sweater with a white collared button up shirt underneath and black pants. Hermione began to realize her surroundings and could tell she was also hogtied. Her comfortable black flats were also gone, leaving her bare size 7 soles tied side by side up in the air behind her. Hermione’s eyes got large as she and Ginny made eye contact. They both knew they were in trouble now. Then they heard loud sniffing noises.
The girls both looked in the direction of the noise and saw Bellatrix relaxing in an arm chair as comfortable as could be. She had one of Ginny’s flats in her left hand and was holding the opening up to her nose so that it covered a good portion of her face. And then she inhaled deeply and took in the sweet smell of Ginny’s foot imprint in her shoes. “Mmm...how nice. I’m going to guess that it’s not uncommon for your feet to sweat a little in your flats.” Then Bellatrix did the same to Hermione’s shoe that she had in her right hand. Held it up to nose and breathed deep along the arch portion of the foot imprint. “Mmmm...Hermione Granger...ever practical. I’d be willing to bet that you don’t buy yourself a lot of new things very often. Probably had these shoes for years. No need to replace them, right. Nice and broken in. Your feet have already worn nice grooves in them.” Hermione and Ginny were disgusted by Bellatrix’s casual sniffing of the inside of their flats. Why did she want to waft in their foot stink?
Then Bellatrix stood up and grabbed her feather. She twirled it casually as she slowly strolled toward the girls. “Now who to start with...” Hermione and Ginny growled defiantly, shook their heads back and forth, and shouted muted protests into their gags as they wiggled around and squirmed on the floor.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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