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Here it is! After a little while of planning, I think I know where I want this series to go. The second chapter may have been even more fun to write than the first one. It certainly let me think more about future developments and allowed me to familiarize myself with what is becoming a very enjoyable hobby. There are still sexual elements prevalent in both parts, so that's something keep in mind while reading. Well, without further ado, here it is: chapter two, in two parts, of an ongoing fantasy saga. As always, any and all comments are welcome, I'm particularly looking forward to criticism, as I am still testing the water in what is a relatively new category of writing for me. Enjoy! 🙂
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Our tale continues two years later, in Elinsil, a southern city-state of bountiful forests and lush greenery, where there exists one of several prestigious towers where magic is taught to the select few born with the capacity to accept its lessons. In Iodil’s Tower, one young mage stood waiting with her fellow students in the tower’s training grounds. It was the time for testing. One was already sent into the surrounding forest, and the rest were eager for their magic and combat instructor, Professor Kara, to perform the spell that would bring the student back. A certain student in particular… seemed to be a tad more eager than the others.
“Has it been an hour yet?” Anaís groaned. Professor Kara shot the speaker a warning glance, her blond hair bobbing with the sharp turn of her head. Vynnen, who stood behind Anaís with his arms wrapped around her, nervously twitched his head up at the gesture.
“I’m just saying it feels longer than an hour,” the young mage continued. Her professor sighed and turned back to the forest.
“Just wait.”
Anaís groaned and squirmed where she stood, quite aware of how her rump was pleasantly grinding into her partner’s nether. Vynnen smiled, but was determined not to make any noise. Anaís had been bothering Professor Kara during the entire examination week and today, when it was finally their turn to be tested, their professor seemed to be even more irritable than usual.
But Vynnen could understand his partner’s enthusiasm; he was, after all, looking forward to being tested as much as she was. In the past year, Professor Kara had begun to teach less spells and more tickling techniques, including practical ways to utilize their spells. More and more captured mages were brought from the borderlands to Iodil’s Tower, where they were practiced on by the students. Needless to say, Anaís was very happy with this change in curriculum. After catching up with the spells and her expected proficiency, she was very pleased that her magic class now allowed her to focus more on her enjoyment of tickling and less on her fear of being tickled.
Vynnen sighed and let his lips rest on the back of his partner’s fragrant reddish-brown hair. Now that he thought about it, the hour did seem to be longer than usual. It wasn’t like him to be impatient, but after Anaís was sent to the forest, it would be his turn, and he was interested in seeing how Anaís would do. His partner squirmed again, and moaned a high-pitched note that made Vynnen grin and Professor Kara throw her another sharp glare. It couldn’t be long now…
Fifteen minutes later (which may as well have been an infinity to the waiting students) Professor Kara turned around.
“Finally!” Anaís huffed, though this time the teacher did not react. Instead, she merely snapped her fingers and two large puffs of smoke burst on the ground before her. From one puff appeared a standing student with long blond hair, still wiggling her fingers in front of her and baring her teeth in a wicked smile, before she realized that her fingers were brushing empty air and she stopped, looking around with an expression of horror. From the other puff appeared a lightly-bronzed, sable-haired woman, on her back with her arms over her head and her knees drawn up to her belly. Her tan, bare soles were held up together and still twitching madly as their owner threw her head from side to side in tearful laughter, as if not aware that the tickling had ended. When her wits caught up with the moment, the poor woman’s limbs flailed wildly and she curled up into a ball on her side, giggling softly, her eyes fearfully taking in her new surroundings. Anaís couldn’t help but smile hungrily and hope that her own victim would be as fun (not to mention attractive).
“Time’s up, Tani,” Professor Kara said and crossed her arms. “What’s the password?”
All eyes turned to the blond student, who nervously set her arms by her side. All was quiet save for the panting and giggling from the woman on the ground.
“It’s… um… ‘dandelion’?” she said, wincing as she spoke the words.
Professor Kara stared at her briefly.
“So you picked up on the flower theme today. Cute. But that’s not the password.”
“Wait! I almost had it! I just need a little more time!” Tani pleaded.
“You had enough time,” Professor Kara’s eyes flashed a brief spark of irritation. “Two hours of punishment for failing.”
“Tell Cilla I said ‘hi’,” said Anaís with a devious grin.
“You can tell her yourself, bitch! Like you’ll do any bett—EEEEEEEEE!” was all that Tani had time to say before roots burst from the ground and wrapped tightly around the horrified student. More roots came to collect the giggling woman on the ground, who was already squealing again as they scooped her up.
“Now then, Anaís, it’s your turn,” Professor Kara said as the roots carried away the two screaming prisoners.
Anaís beamed broadly and hopped out of Vynnen’s arms to stand in front of Professor Kara. The teacher snapped her fingers.
“I’ve just released one of our prisoners into the forest, they will be wearing an enchanted bracelet that preve—”
“Yes I know what the bracelet does!” Anaís interrupted and wiggled a little. “Just gimme mine and let’s go!”
“Everyone needs to be debriefed,” Professor Kara said with an irritated huff. “Now, that bracelet prevents the prisoner from using magic. It also acts as a translator for the wearer, so that you may interpret her words during interrogation. You will receive a similar one that is only infused with my displacement spell, same as the one on the prisoner’s bracelet. You have one hour—”
“I know! One hour to catch and tickle the password out of her, great, let’s go!”
“If you interrupt me again I’ll skip your turn and send you down to keep Tani company.”
Anaís shut her mouth immediately, as much in response to her professor’s stern look and tone as to the threat itself. Professor Kara kept her lips pursed angrily for another moment before she began to speak again.
“You have one hour to locate the prisoner and extract the password that I have told them. One of your biggest advantages is that the prisoner doesn’t know you only have an hour. Use everything you have learned this year to get the correct password from them. Your hour begins when you set foot into the forest. Are you ready, Anaís?”
The young mage nodded, trying her best to keep her bubbling excitement from spilling out in a burst of giggles and succeeding only in limiting it to bouncing on the balls of her feet.
“You may start now.”
The last syllable of “now” barely left her professor’s lips before Anaís was off, bounding down the warm, grassy grounds and into the soft, cool earth of the forest. She ran for a good minute, whizzing past trees and bushes before abruptly stopping.
“How should I start looking?” she murmured and placed her hands on her hips. Nothing in the forest betrayed any signs of recent activity. A few beams of emerald light penetrated the canopy and pleasantly cascaded down to the earth, shimmering and dancing against the shrubs and roots. At that moment, Anaís realized that it was her first time in the forests surrounding the tower. She smiled quietly to herself and wondered if she would be allowed into the forest more often when she advanced. It was off-limits to first-circle students, but now that Anaís was in the forest, she could think of a few things she’d like to do with Vynnen in it. A wider smile crossed the young mage’s face as she let her romantic imagination wander, scrunching her toes and digging them into the earth at every particularly satisfying thought.
“I don’t have time,” she groaned when she realized she was on a deadline. Anaís took another wide look around her before the way to proceed dawned on her. She centered a magic circle in her field of vision and began to fill in every symbol and glowing line with her mind. The spell was complete in a matter of seconds and a poof of white smoke erupted before her.
A medium-sized dog leapt out of the smoke and happily barked at its summoner, panting as it trotted to her. It was black with a thick white undercoat, with three sets of legs and two tails that happily wagged back and forth in opposite motion with each other. Anaís rubbed the dochin’s head and crouched so that she could properly face it.
“I need you to find someone in the forest.”
It locked eyes with the young mage and stopped panting, keeping its mouth closed as if listening intently.
“I don’t have any scents for you to follow… but can you pick up on anything out of the usual here?”
The dochin continued to stare at Anaís before it finally woofed softly and licked her face, panting happily as if it understood. When she rose again, the dochin turned tail and immediately sprinted away.
“Oh for—Wait! WAIT!” she screamed as she ran after it.
The woman stiffened as she eased herself on the tree. Did she hear something? She groaned and bit her lip, before adjusting her position and crawling onto a close branch from a nearby tree. No doubt her pursuer had found her trail, but she supposed it would only be a matter of time. The password was still ringing in her head.
I must not reveal it, she determinedly thought and continued crawling through the tree-line. A shiver ran down her spine as she considered the consequences. Already she was utilized for tickle practice by the foreign academy’s students and she had no idea when her city-state would make the prisoner exchange. She could be stuck for another year if she were unlucky.
The woman balanced carefully on her bare feet and leapt onto another branch and fell forward with a squeal. She had gripped the wood just in time to prevent herself from falling. She sighed and carefully positioned herself to sit with one leg tucked underneath her and the other dangling over it, resting on another branch. It was surprisingly comfortable and, for now, that was all she needed.
Her tower had a similar test for their students, albeit designed differently to accommodate the surrounding land. Their prisoners were released across the plains, given the password and a head start, and it was up to students to hunt them down and get the password from them. The woman unconsciously let her lips curl into a smile as she remembered what fun she had in her test.
Another noise, closer this time, suddenly interrupted her thoughts. She allowed herself a quiet groan as she waited tentatively. Nine years had passed since the time in her memory, and just barely out on her first year in the borderlands she was defeated and taken to a foreign tower. Her partner would never let her hear the end of it, whenever she would see him again, that is.
“Wait! Aaargh! Dog! Stop!” Anaís shouted after her sprinting summon, but to no avail. Nearly twice she tripped in the soft soil and almost lost the dochin’s trail. For such effort and time spent, she would be very upset if it led her to a dead end. She panted as she ran after it and finally noticed that the dochin began to slow. It stopped in the middle of a particularly thick copse and took to sniffing at the earth while its summoner sat on a mossy growth and began to rub her feet. To her surprise her soles were very clean, despite running barefoot through the forest. Soft too. Anaís exhaled blissfully as she rubbed away the brief soreness from her skin before standing back up to see where the dochin was.
It had stopped at a tree and was sniffing at the trunk when Anaís walked over to it. The young mage curiously inspected the tree.
“So… she’s up this tree?” she asked the dochin. It nodded enthusiastically and resumed sniffing around the trunk, leaving Anaís to stand with her arms crossed in thought. She was hesitant, and for good reason. Though the prisoner could not use magic, there was no reason not to suspect that a trap could be waiting for her. That was all Anaís needed, to be trapped and tickled and generally humiliated by her prey. But she still needed to investigate the treetops, and time was running out.
The woman stared down at the student with hushed breath. That must be her, she thought to herself as she watched her hunter circle the tree that she had used to climb up and crawl to where she now sat. Suddenly, the student stopped. She was concentrating on something at the trunk, but the woman in the tree could not see what it was. She heard the tell-tale poof of a summoning, but could not see what was summoned.
What’s she doing? The prisoner wondered. The young mage on the ground was now standing in front of the tree with her arms folded and one bare foot tapping. The dochin, meanwhile, continued to sniff at the ground and bark up at its summoner at random.
But where was the other summoned creature? For that matter, what was the other summoned creature? The woman had only another moment to wonder before she received her answer.
“YEEE!” she squealed and immediately clapped her hands over her mouth. Something rough and bristly had just brushed up her sole. She turned her head around, horrified to see a cat with a cloud for a body hovering inches away from her bare foot. It mewed softly and gave the bottom of her big toe a lick, causing her to jump and scream a muffled giggle into her hands. The woman’s eyes shot from the summon back to the ground, where she saw her hunter’s head twitch and shoot up, scanning the treetops.
“Shit, shit, shit,” the woman mumbled behind her hands. The chatnu met her horrified stare with a mischievous smile in its eyes. There was no way she could make another noise and give away her position, but she wouldn’t be able to stop herself if the creature were to keep licking. She tried to wiggle her vulnerable foot out from under her, but the way she was sitting, with her other foot stretched down to balance on the branches below, made it impossible. Without her hands to hold onto the tree itself, she couldn’t change her position. She was completely trapped, much to the chatnu’s delight. It ran its tongue slowly up the middle of her shaking foot while she squealed into her hands again and tried to keep herself as still as possible. It proved to be a very difficult task. Each time the chatnu licked up her sensitive sole, her squirming and twitching grew more violent, and it became harder and harder to keep from crying out. If she could keep quiet long enough for the student to leave, she’d be able to—
“GETOUTOFMYTOESAHAHAHAHAHA!” the woman erupted. The chatnu’s unbearable tongue found those tender spaces between her toes and had given them a particularly long and hungry lick. She shrieked again as she began to tip back, waving her arms wildly to try to stop herself from falling; but just as she began to descend, she noticed the branches wrap around her ankles and arms, stopping her just a few inches from the ground.
Anaís smiled to herself as she approached her prize from behind. From what she could tell so far, she had been extremely fortunate with the aesthetics of her prey. Even though the woman was held upside down by the branches, Anaís could clearly see the plump flair of her victim’s hips and thighs. The young mage stepped closer and closer, taking in every last inch of the woman’s alluring pale flesh and finally letting her eyes stop at the bare foot that hung in the air. She felt her lips part and her face grow warmer as she walked ever closer, unable to take her eyes off it. The woman’s large sole was flushed a gently glowing pink, brighter and exquisite in all the right places, with thick, shapely arches and delectably rounded toes that twitched helplessly in the air. Before Anaís knew what she was doing, her face was just a few inches away from the woman’s foot. She sighed with pleasure and inhaled deeply the exotic, earthy scent of her prisoner’s sole, eager to let her tongue trace around the fold of every wrinkle that lined its surface like creases in a sheet of luxurious silk.
“H-hey! Stop!” the woman cried when she felt the tingling dance of Anaís’s breath on her foot. It was a good thing she protested when she did too. Valuable time that Anaís did not have would have been lost had she not snapped out of her daze at the sound of the woman’s voice. The lusty glaze of the young mage’s eyes was quickly sparked away and replaced by a wicked hunger. Anaís bit her lip and ran her fingers horizontally across the middle of her captive’s sole and grinned when she found that they were as soft as they looked.
“YAHAHA! Don’t!” the prisoner screamed again, but knew that it was futile. She cringed as the branches began to move and struggled against them as they flipped her right-side up and arranged her into a seated position, where her arms were spread out in a T-shape with the rest of her body and her feet were elevated into the air, spread far from each other. She fought against her bonds but could not budge them.
Fine, all I have to do is not tell the password now, I can do this, she thought to herself in an effort to dispel the fear that was very rapidly growing in her heart. She glared at her capturer and did her best to put on a brave face, hoping it might dissuade the younger mage.
Anaís felt her heart skip a beat when the woman defiantly locked eyes with her. She was as beautiful from the front as she was from the back. She had fiery red hair that cascaded down her shoulders and back in wild tangles and curls, some getting in the way of her stunning oval face and dazzling blue eyes. Her cheeks were large and complemented her round nose and pursed, ruby lips. From the woman’s hair and round features, the young mage knew her to be from the eastern bordering city-state of Hiberlann, a land of rolling emerald plains and hills. Anaí’s gaze fell from her captive’s face, down her pretty, alabaster neck, until it was completely captivated by what lay below. The woman had enormous breasts, round and only barely kept hidden and in place by the beige strap around them, the only article of clothing on the woman’s well-proportioned torso. She knew that the woman was nine, maybe even ten, years older than her, but she did not look it at all: the results of constant contact with tame magic. At a glance, the apparent difference in their age may only have been one or two years. A small pang of jealousy rose to challenge the fire that bubbled in Anaís’s heart when she stared up at the woman’s breasts again. The fire inevitably won, and smooth, liquid warmth trickled down to her pelvis, sending electrifying tingles around her thighs and the warm crevice between them.
Ugh! Snap out of it! Time’s running out! the young mage reprimanded herself. She swallowed away the lust that rose in her mouth and met her victim’s gaze with a look of evil intent. She was certain it worked when her captive’s own expression faltered and her eyebrows arched in a pleading twitch.
“So I have your attention right?” Anaís asked. When the woman nodded, Anaís bit her lip in thought. How should she phrase her next words?
“I need that password,” she stated, firm and business-like, and eyed the feet before her with perhaps too much cruel suggestion.
The captive woman tried to struggle again, and when it was no good she looked up at the young mage with a trembling frown.
“I can’t,” she whispered. The tough façade was completely gone now; her eyes were shining with tears. “Please let me go.”
Anaís truly did pity her for a moment, but Professor Kara’s words were still fresh in her mind. The last bit of sympathy washed away when she looked at her victim’s feet again. How temptingly she wiggled her toes, accentuating the roundness of her arches and the outline of every delicious, pink wrinkle. Slowly, giving the woman time to plead and curse and whimper, Anaís reached out with both fingers at the ready, and began to rake them up and down her victim’s soles.
“NOOOOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP!”
The woman’s feet were already slippery with moisture, and Anaís’s nails sank so easily into the supple skin that there was practically no effort on the tormentor’s part to get her victim laughing. Each stroke and scrape released peal after peal of satisfying, hysterical laughter from the poor woman, who was thrashing against her bonds and scrunching her toes against the onslaught, hoping that it would somehow impede her tickler’s movements. It didn’t. Anaís tickled viciously, giggling to herself as her probing nails scribbled and scraped against the woman’s silky feet. Had she more time, her initial assault would have been slower, softer to worsen the more merciless tickling that would come later. She had no choice but too pull out all the stops now. What was it that the woman shrieked when she fell out of the tree?
“AAIIEEEEEHAHAHAHAHADOHOHOHOHONTOUCHTHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
“You know what’ll make me stop,” Anaís teasingly said, pleased by the reaction. The young mage was digging all ten of her nails into the moist spaces between her victim’s toes, scraping their bases, rolling each digit between her fingers, loving how warm and incredibly soft they felt under her tickling touch. She didn’t even think it was possible to make the poor woman howl any harder with frantic laughter until she began to attack those toes. Her victim bucked and screamed in helpless mirth, whipping her hair every-which-way until her head was a blur of crimson. Anaís bit her lip as she ran her nails under the pads of the woman’s toes. Her helpless laughter was absolutely musical; the way her feet moved was absolutely spellbinding. The young mage brought her face to inhale the sweet scent of her victim’s left foot, still tickling, and pressed the tip of her nose into the soft, supple flesh.
“PLEHEHEHEASESTAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! I’LLTEHEHEHELLYOU! YAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Anaís stopped and sighed, half in relief and half in frustration. At least she would pass the test.
“I’m listening,” she cooed and took to slowly teasing her victim’s soles with the pads of her fingers.
“Eeehee! It’s ‘townhouse’!” the woman quickly blurted out before dissolving into helpless giggles under Anaís’s touch. To her surprise, her tormentor completely stopped this time. She looked up, and blew some hair out of her teary eyes, relieved for but a moment before the feeling quickly turned into cold terror. The young mage had a deep frown on her pretty face and was glaring at her.
“Really?” Anaís asked incredulously. “Looks like I’ll have to step my game up if you’re going to lie to me.”
Fearful desperation flooded the young woman and she tried to struggle against her bonds again.
“Plehehease…” she whispered, her voice breaking, fresh tears streaming down her face, “I’ll be tickled more if I tell you… please… just let me go…”
“Nope, I think we should give your cute belly some attention.”
The prisoner screamed one last squeal of laughter as her tormentor scratched the center of her soles and then began to slowly move up to between her elevated legs.
“No! Leave me alone you bitch! I ca—EEYEEEHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Anaís licked her lips as she glided her fingernails all over her victim’s stomach, finding out that the lighter pressure worked best. In hindsight, she should have arranged the branches better, for the woman’s bare abdomen wildly thrashed and danced this way and that way, forcing Anaís to chase after it with her fleet fingers. It was too late to waste time with spells now, and she found a certain enjoyment in making her frantic victim’s belly jump.
“Tickle tickle! I can stop now if you give me the right password,” the young mage teased.
“I CAHAHAHAHAHAN’T! HAHAHAHAHAGEHEHETAWAHAHAHAHAHAY!”
My gods how did she know about the password? the prisoner somehow managed to think amidst the maddening torture. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take, but she knew she had to be strong. Whatever tickling she faced now wouldn’t be as bad as what awaited her should she tell her tormentor the password. But gods, it didn’t mean that her current torture wasn’t bad.
“I have all day to do this, you should just tell me the password and make it easier,” Anaís giggled as her fingers began to knead the soft skin of her belly, taking particular delight in watching her victim’s muscles quiver and belly shake with desperate, uncontrollable laughter. But as enjoyable as the tickling was, Anaís was making little progress in getting the password. While the prisoner squealed and howled and cried with every stroke of Anaís’s fingers, she saved her words for pleads and curses. At this rate, there was just no telling when the password would be revealed.
“You’re really frustrating, you know that?” the young mage huffed when she stopped the tickling.
“Hehehe… fuck... hehe… you…hehehe…”
Anaís frowned angrily. It was bad enough that time was running out, but that her prisoner still had nerve enough to talk to her like that?
“Oh you’re going to get it now,” she growled and leapt forward, finding the hollows of the woman’s underarms and setting all ten of her nails against them. The poor woman exploded as soon as contact was made.
“AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPLEHEHEHEASESTAHAHAHAHAHAP!”
Anaís grinned and knew it couldn’t be long now. Her prisoner bucked and screamed with hysterical mirth under the ruthless movement of Anaís’s nails. The young mage was absolutely unrelenting in her assault, well aware of, and perhaps even motivated by, how quickly time flew as she prodded and raked her fingers all over her gorgeous prisoner’s sensitive skin. She stuck her thumbs out and began to use the remaining four fingers of each hand to press and scrape her victim’s sensitive spaces. It was hellishly effective. The woman felt as though her underarms were on fire, and all she could do was cry and laugh and tremble as the unbearable sensations overwhelmed her. She was completely at the mercy of her merciless tickler, and she had no idea how much longer she could last.
“AAAAAYEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! NO!”
Anaís stopped immediately, her mouth agape in surprise. It was the loudest her victim had been so far, even amidst her already deafening waves of laughter. The poor woman was craning her body forward, her face almost as ruby as her hair, her teary eyes wide open, staring fearfully at her tormentor. Then, when the young mage looked at her fingers and how they were positioned on the prisoner’s underarms, it immediately dawned on her.
“Ohhhh… So that’s your worst spot!” she cooed, an enormous, triumphant grin following the words.
“Noho! Plehease please please no—I’ll tell you the passwohord now—it’s marigold, it’s marigold!” the young woman helplessly sputtered. The thought of paying later for her revealing the password was far from her mind now. All that mattered was somehow stopping her tickler.
“Oh that won’t do you good. If you had told it to me from the beginning, maybe I would have been nicer to you,” Anaís bit her lip, still smiling, and felt a blush rise on her cheeks. “But then I would have missed the chance to play with such a cute little toy.”
The young woman’s face grew even redder, if it was possible. Fiery anger chased away the previously pleading expression in her eyes.
“I told you the password, you fucking bitch! Leave me alone!”
But Anaís was already moving. Utilizing nothing save her own strength, she tore apart the cloth that was hiding her prisoner’s breasts. The woman screamed when the cloth was finally off, and tried to hide her face in her shoulder as her breasts were bared for the world to see. They were every bit as lovely as Anaís imagined, big and deliciously round, with small, pink nipples that glistened with sweat and rested high on the soft globes like two roses in an alabaster field. The young mage felt her mouth water and her fingers itch as she eyed her victim’s lovely breasts up and down.
“I’ll find a way to make you pay for this! I swear when I get out of th—BYAWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
The woman exploded as soon as Anaís made contact. The young mage traced their shape with both sets of nails, circling the underneath, brushing along their sides as they were flung from left to right by her victim’s wild thrashing. The sounds the poor woman was making were absolutely unnatural now. She shrieked and screamed amidst gales of musical laugher; it was nothing short of impressive that her lungs possessed such strength. Anaís’s skilled fingers were excruciating, always moving, never staying in one spot and always knowing which spot to tickle next for maximum effect. All sense of time and reality was gone for the woman; she was stolen away into her own private dimension, where there was nothing but ticklish agony with no end in sight. And part of the problem was that her breasts were so damn big. There was so much area for the tormentor to cover, so many nerves that allowed each electrifying jolt of tickling to work with every other, compounding the sensations upon each other until they were utterly maddening in their ticklish intensity. The woman was in hysterics, fresh tears staining her face, her hair thrown everywhere as she violently used what little mobility she still had.
“Aww, does the poor baby have ticklish tits? Does she like when I tickle here?”
The still-conscious part of the frantic prisoner’s mind heard the baby-talk and it somehow made the already terrible tickling all the worse. She struggled to tell her tormentor to shut up, to plead and curse, but all words were lost in the torrent of her helpless mirth. Anaís did not relent for a moment, still taunting her victim while her fingers continued their determined movement to drive out every last bit of sanity from the poor woman in the form of wild, deafening laughter. The last few minutes felt like an eternity to the prisoner, and Anaís was still tickling and teasing when she was teleported.
“—and then—oh!” Anaís quickly stood straight and tried to regain her composure. She saw Vynnen grinning and eying her victim, who was already curled up in a panting, giggling ball on the ground, her face still crimson, her arms crossed at her chest to hide her bare breasts from the prying eyes of the remaining students.
“Well? What’s the password?”
Anaís jumped at the sound of Professor Kara’s voice. She turned around to face her instructor, who was waiting with her arms crossed and her face quizzically peering at the young mage.
“It’s uhh… marigold?” she timidly answered.
To her tremendous relief, Professor Kara nodded.
“Very good, Anaís,” her instructor said, and then turned to the woman on the ground. “I thought you’d do better though.”
The red-haired woman screamed with laughter again as roots rose from the earth and bound her, some taking the time to brush against her breasts before wrapping around them with the rest of her. Professor Kara then let her gaze lift up and looked past Anaís, into the group of students.
“You’re up, Vynnen.”
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Our tale continues two years later, in Elinsil, a southern city-state of bountiful forests and lush greenery, where there exists one of several prestigious towers where magic is taught to the select few born with the capacity to accept its lessons. In Iodil’s Tower, one young mage stood waiting with her fellow students in the tower’s training grounds. It was the time for testing. One was already sent into the surrounding forest, and the rest were eager for their magic and combat instructor, Professor Kara, to perform the spell that would bring the student back. A certain student in particular… seemed to be a tad more eager than the others.
“Has it been an hour yet?” Anaís groaned. Professor Kara shot the speaker a warning glance, her blond hair bobbing with the sharp turn of her head. Vynnen, who stood behind Anaís with his arms wrapped around her, nervously twitched his head up at the gesture.
“I’m just saying it feels longer than an hour,” the young mage continued. Her professor sighed and turned back to the forest.
“Just wait.”
Anaís groaned and squirmed where she stood, quite aware of how her rump was pleasantly grinding into her partner’s nether. Vynnen smiled, but was determined not to make any noise. Anaís had been bothering Professor Kara during the entire examination week and today, when it was finally their turn to be tested, their professor seemed to be even more irritable than usual.
But Vynnen could understand his partner’s enthusiasm; he was, after all, looking forward to being tested as much as she was. In the past year, Professor Kara had begun to teach less spells and more tickling techniques, including practical ways to utilize their spells. More and more captured mages were brought from the borderlands to Iodil’s Tower, where they were practiced on by the students. Needless to say, Anaís was very happy with this change in curriculum. After catching up with the spells and her expected proficiency, she was very pleased that her magic class now allowed her to focus more on her enjoyment of tickling and less on her fear of being tickled.
Vynnen sighed and let his lips rest on the back of his partner’s fragrant reddish-brown hair. Now that he thought about it, the hour did seem to be longer than usual. It wasn’t like him to be impatient, but after Anaís was sent to the forest, it would be his turn, and he was interested in seeing how Anaís would do. His partner squirmed again, and moaned a high-pitched note that made Vynnen grin and Professor Kara throw her another sharp glare. It couldn’t be long now…
Fifteen minutes later (which may as well have been an infinity to the waiting students) Professor Kara turned around.
“Finally!” Anaís huffed, though this time the teacher did not react. Instead, she merely snapped her fingers and two large puffs of smoke burst on the ground before her. From one puff appeared a standing student with long blond hair, still wiggling her fingers in front of her and baring her teeth in a wicked smile, before she realized that her fingers were brushing empty air and she stopped, looking around with an expression of horror. From the other puff appeared a lightly-bronzed, sable-haired woman, on her back with her arms over her head and her knees drawn up to her belly. Her tan, bare soles were held up together and still twitching madly as their owner threw her head from side to side in tearful laughter, as if not aware that the tickling had ended. When her wits caught up with the moment, the poor woman’s limbs flailed wildly and she curled up into a ball on her side, giggling softly, her eyes fearfully taking in her new surroundings. Anaís couldn’t help but smile hungrily and hope that her own victim would be as fun (not to mention attractive).
“Time’s up, Tani,” Professor Kara said and crossed her arms. “What’s the password?”
All eyes turned to the blond student, who nervously set her arms by her side. All was quiet save for the panting and giggling from the woman on the ground.
“It’s… um… ‘dandelion’?” she said, wincing as she spoke the words.
Professor Kara stared at her briefly.
“So you picked up on the flower theme today. Cute. But that’s not the password.”
“Wait! I almost had it! I just need a little more time!” Tani pleaded.
“You had enough time,” Professor Kara’s eyes flashed a brief spark of irritation. “Two hours of punishment for failing.”
“Tell Cilla I said ‘hi’,” said Anaís with a devious grin.
“You can tell her yourself, bitch! Like you’ll do any bett—EEEEEEEEE!” was all that Tani had time to say before roots burst from the ground and wrapped tightly around the horrified student. More roots came to collect the giggling woman on the ground, who was already squealing again as they scooped her up.
“Now then, Anaís, it’s your turn,” Professor Kara said as the roots carried away the two screaming prisoners.
Anaís beamed broadly and hopped out of Vynnen’s arms to stand in front of Professor Kara. The teacher snapped her fingers.
“I’ve just released one of our prisoners into the forest, they will be wearing an enchanted bracelet that preve—”
“Yes I know what the bracelet does!” Anaís interrupted and wiggled a little. “Just gimme mine and let’s go!”
“Everyone needs to be debriefed,” Professor Kara said with an irritated huff. “Now, that bracelet prevents the prisoner from using magic. It also acts as a translator for the wearer, so that you may interpret her words during interrogation. You will receive a similar one that is only infused with my displacement spell, same as the one on the prisoner’s bracelet. You have one hour—”
“I know! One hour to catch and tickle the password out of her, great, let’s go!”
“If you interrupt me again I’ll skip your turn and send you down to keep Tani company.”
Anaís shut her mouth immediately, as much in response to her professor’s stern look and tone as to the threat itself. Professor Kara kept her lips pursed angrily for another moment before she began to speak again.
“You have one hour to locate the prisoner and extract the password that I have told them. One of your biggest advantages is that the prisoner doesn’t know you only have an hour. Use everything you have learned this year to get the correct password from them. Your hour begins when you set foot into the forest. Are you ready, Anaís?”
The young mage nodded, trying her best to keep her bubbling excitement from spilling out in a burst of giggles and succeeding only in limiting it to bouncing on the balls of her feet.
“You may start now.”
The last syllable of “now” barely left her professor’s lips before Anaís was off, bounding down the warm, grassy grounds and into the soft, cool earth of the forest. She ran for a good minute, whizzing past trees and bushes before abruptly stopping.
“How should I start looking?” she murmured and placed her hands on her hips. Nothing in the forest betrayed any signs of recent activity. A few beams of emerald light penetrated the canopy and pleasantly cascaded down to the earth, shimmering and dancing against the shrubs and roots. At that moment, Anaís realized that it was her first time in the forests surrounding the tower. She smiled quietly to herself and wondered if she would be allowed into the forest more often when she advanced. It was off-limits to first-circle students, but now that Anaís was in the forest, she could think of a few things she’d like to do with Vynnen in it. A wider smile crossed the young mage’s face as she let her romantic imagination wander, scrunching her toes and digging them into the earth at every particularly satisfying thought.
“I don’t have time,” she groaned when she realized she was on a deadline. Anaís took another wide look around her before the way to proceed dawned on her. She centered a magic circle in her field of vision and began to fill in every symbol and glowing line with her mind. The spell was complete in a matter of seconds and a poof of white smoke erupted before her.
A medium-sized dog leapt out of the smoke and happily barked at its summoner, panting as it trotted to her. It was black with a thick white undercoat, with three sets of legs and two tails that happily wagged back and forth in opposite motion with each other. Anaís rubbed the dochin’s head and crouched so that she could properly face it.
“I need you to find someone in the forest.”
It locked eyes with the young mage and stopped panting, keeping its mouth closed as if listening intently.
“I don’t have any scents for you to follow… but can you pick up on anything out of the usual here?”
The dochin continued to stare at Anaís before it finally woofed softly and licked her face, panting happily as if it understood. When she rose again, the dochin turned tail and immediately sprinted away.
“Oh for—Wait! WAIT!” she screamed as she ran after it.
The woman stiffened as she eased herself on the tree. Did she hear something? She groaned and bit her lip, before adjusting her position and crawling onto a close branch from a nearby tree. No doubt her pursuer had found her trail, but she supposed it would only be a matter of time. The password was still ringing in her head.
I must not reveal it, she determinedly thought and continued crawling through the tree-line. A shiver ran down her spine as she considered the consequences. Already she was utilized for tickle practice by the foreign academy’s students and she had no idea when her city-state would make the prisoner exchange. She could be stuck for another year if she were unlucky.
The woman balanced carefully on her bare feet and leapt onto another branch and fell forward with a squeal. She had gripped the wood just in time to prevent herself from falling. She sighed and carefully positioned herself to sit with one leg tucked underneath her and the other dangling over it, resting on another branch. It was surprisingly comfortable and, for now, that was all she needed.
Her tower had a similar test for their students, albeit designed differently to accommodate the surrounding land. Their prisoners were released across the plains, given the password and a head start, and it was up to students to hunt them down and get the password from them. The woman unconsciously let her lips curl into a smile as she remembered what fun she had in her test.
Another noise, closer this time, suddenly interrupted her thoughts. She allowed herself a quiet groan as she waited tentatively. Nine years had passed since the time in her memory, and just barely out on her first year in the borderlands she was defeated and taken to a foreign tower. Her partner would never let her hear the end of it, whenever she would see him again, that is.
“Wait! Aaargh! Dog! Stop!” Anaís shouted after her sprinting summon, but to no avail. Nearly twice she tripped in the soft soil and almost lost the dochin’s trail. For such effort and time spent, she would be very upset if it led her to a dead end. She panted as she ran after it and finally noticed that the dochin began to slow. It stopped in the middle of a particularly thick copse and took to sniffing at the earth while its summoner sat on a mossy growth and began to rub her feet. To her surprise her soles were very clean, despite running barefoot through the forest. Soft too. Anaís exhaled blissfully as she rubbed away the brief soreness from her skin before standing back up to see where the dochin was.
It had stopped at a tree and was sniffing at the trunk when Anaís walked over to it. The young mage curiously inspected the tree.
“So… she’s up this tree?” she asked the dochin. It nodded enthusiastically and resumed sniffing around the trunk, leaving Anaís to stand with her arms crossed in thought. She was hesitant, and for good reason. Though the prisoner could not use magic, there was no reason not to suspect that a trap could be waiting for her. That was all Anaís needed, to be trapped and tickled and generally humiliated by her prey. But she still needed to investigate the treetops, and time was running out.
The woman stared down at the student with hushed breath. That must be her, she thought to herself as she watched her hunter circle the tree that she had used to climb up and crawl to where she now sat. Suddenly, the student stopped. She was concentrating on something at the trunk, but the woman in the tree could not see what it was. She heard the tell-tale poof of a summoning, but could not see what was summoned.
What’s she doing? The prisoner wondered. The young mage on the ground was now standing in front of the tree with her arms folded and one bare foot tapping. The dochin, meanwhile, continued to sniff at the ground and bark up at its summoner at random.
But where was the other summoned creature? For that matter, what was the other summoned creature? The woman had only another moment to wonder before she received her answer.
“YEEE!” she squealed and immediately clapped her hands over her mouth. Something rough and bristly had just brushed up her sole. She turned her head around, horrified to see a cat with a cloud for a body hovering inches away from her bare foot. It mewed softly and gave the bottom of her big toe a lick, causing her to jump and scream a muffled giggle into her hands. The woman’s eyes shot from the summon back to the ground, where she saw her hunter’s head twitch and shoot up, scanning the treetops.
“Shit, shit, shit,” the woman mumbled behind her hands. The chatnu met her horrified stare with a mischievous smile in its eyes. There was no way she could make another noise and give away her position, but she wouldn’t be able to stop herself if the creature were to keep licking. She tried to wiggle her vulnerable foot out from under her, but the way she was sitting, with her other foot stretched down to balance on the branches below, made it impossible. Without her hands to hold onto the tree itself, she couldn’t change her position. She was completely trapped, much to the chatnu’s delight. It ran its tongue slowly up the middle of her shaking foot while she squealed into her hands again and tried to keep herself as still as possible. It proved to be a very difficult task. Each time the chatnu licked up her sensitive sole, her squirming and twitching grew more violent, and it became harder and harder to keep from crying out. If she could keep quiet long enough for the student to leave, she’d be able to—
“GETOUTOFMYTOESAHAHAHAHAHA!” the woman erupted. The chatnu’s unbearable tongue found those tender spaces between her toes and had given them a particularly long and hungry lick. She shrieked again as she began to tip back, waving her arms wildly to try to stop herself from falling; but just as she began to descend, she noticed the branches wrap around her ankles and arms, stopping her just a few inches from the ground.
Anaís smiled to herself as she approached her prize from behind. From what she could tell so far, she had been extremely fortunate with the aesthetics of her prey. Even though the woman was held upside down by the branches, Anaís could clearly see the plump flair of her victim’s hips and thighs. The young mage stepped closer and closer, taking in every last inch of the woman’s alluring pale flesh and finally letting her eyes stop at the bare foot that hung in the air. She felt her lips part and her face grow warmer as she walked ever closer, unable to take her eyes off it. The woman’s large sole was flushed a gently glowing pink, brighter and exquisite in all the right places, with thick, shapely arches and delectably rounded toes that twitched helplessly in the air. Before Anaís knew what she was doing, her face was just a few inches away from the woman’s foot. She sighed with pleasure and inhaled deeply the exotic, earthy scent of her prisoner’s sole, eager to let her tongue trace around the fold of every wrinkle that lined its surface like creases in a sheet of luxurious silk.
“H-hey! Stop!” the woman cried when she felt the tingling dance of Anaís’s breath on her foot. It was a good thing she protested when she did too. Valuable time that Anaís did not have would have been lost had she not snapped out of her daze at the sound of the woman’s voice. The lusty glaze of the young mage’s eyes was quickly sparked away and replaced by a wicked hunger. Anaís bit her lip and ran her fingers horizontally across the middle of her captive’s sole and grinned when she found that they were as soft as they looked.
“YAHAHA! Don’t!” the prisoner screamed again, but knew that it was futile. She cringed as the branches began to move and struggled against them as they flipped her right-side up and arranged her into a seated position, where her arms were spread out in a T-shape with the rest of her body and her feet were elevated into the air, spread far from each other. She fought against her bonds but could not budge them.
Fine, all I have to do is not tell the password now, I can do this, she thought to herself in an effort to dispel the fear that was very rapidly growing in her heart. She glared at her capturer and did her best to put on a brave face, hoping it might dissuade the younger mage.
Anaís felt her heart skip a beat when the woman defiantly locked eyes with her. She was as beautiful from the front as she was from the back. She had fiery red hair that cascaded down her shoulders and back in wild tangles and curls, some getting in the way of her stunning oval face and dazzling blue eyes. Her cheeks were large and complemented her round nose and pursed, ruby lips. From the woman’s hair and round features, the young mage knew her to be from the eastern bordering city-state of Hiberlann, a land of rolling emerald plains and hills. Anaí’s gaze fell from her captive’s face, down her pretty, alabaster neck, until it was completely captivated by what lay below. The woman had enormous breasts, round and only barely kept hidden and in place by the beige strap around them, the only article of clothing on the woman’s well-proportioned torso. She knew that the woman was nine, maybe even ten, years older than her, but she did not look it at all: the results of constant contact with tame magic. At a glance, the apparent difference in their age may only have been one or two years. A small pang of jealousy rose to challenge the fire that bubbled in Anaís’s heart when she stared up at the woman’s breasts again. The fire inevitably won, and smooth, liquid warmth trickled down to her pelvis, sending electrifying tingles around her thighs and the warm crevice between them.
Ugh! Snap out of it! Time’s running out! the young mage reprimanded herself. She swallowed away the lust that rose in her mouth and met her victim’s gaze with a look of evil intent. She was certain it worked when her captive’s own expression faltered and her eyebrows arched in a pleading twitch.
“So I have your attention right?” Anaís asked. When the woman nodded, Anaís bit her lip in thought. How should she phrase her next words?
“I need that password,” she stated, firm and business-like, and eyed the feet before her with perhaps too much cruel suggestion.
The captive woman tried to struggle again, and when it was no good she looked up at the young mage with a trembling frown.
“I can’t,” she whispered. The tough façade was completely gone now; her eyes were shining with tears. “Please let me go.”
Anaís truly did pity her for a moment, but Professor Kara’s words were still fresh in her mind. The last bit of sympathy washed away when she looked at her victim’s feet again. How temptingly she wiggled her toes, accentuating the roundness of her arches and the outline of every delicious, pink wrinkle. Slowly, giving the woman time to plead and curse and whimper, Anaís reached out with both fingers at the ready, and began to rake them up and down her victim’s soles.
“NOOOOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP!”
The woman’s feet were already slippery with moisture, and Anaís’s nails sank so easily into the supple skin that there was practically no effort on the tormentor’s part to get her victim laughing. Each stroke and scrape released peal after peal of satisfying, hysterical laughter from the poor woman, who was thrashing against her bonds and scrunching her toes against the onslaught, hoping that it would somehow impede her tickler’s movements. It didn’t. Anaís tickled viciously, giggling to herself as her probing nails scribbled and scraped against the woman’s silky feet. Had she more time, her initial assault would have been slower, softer to worsen the more merciless tickling that would come later. She had no choice but too pull out all the stops now. What was it that the woman shrieked when she fell out of the tree?
“AAIIEEEEEHAHAHAHAHADOHOHOHOHONTOUCHTHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
“You know what’ll make me stop,” Anaís teasingly said, pleased by the reaction. The young mage was digging all ten of her nails into the moist spaces between her victim’s toes, scraping their bases, rolling each digit between her fingers, loving how warm and incredibly soft they felt under her tickling touch. She didn’t even think it was possible to make the poor woman howl any harder with frantic laughter until she began to attack those toes. Her victim bucked and screamed in helpless mirth, whipping her hair every-which-way until her head was a blur of crimson. Anaís bit her lip as she ran her nails under the pads of the woman’s toes. Her helpless laughter was absolutely musical; the way her feet moved was absolutely spellbinding. The young mage brought her face to inhale the sweet scent of her victim’s left foot, still tickling, and pressed the tip of her nose into the soft, supple flesh.
“PLEHEHEHEASESTAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! I’LLTEHEHEHELLYOU! YAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Anaís stopped and sighed, half in relief and half in frustration. At least she would pass the test.
“I’m listening,” she cooed and took to slowly teasing her victim’s soles with the pads of her fingers.
“Eeehee! It’s ‘townhouse’!” the woman quickly blurted out before dissolving into helpless giggles under Anaís’s touch. To her surprise, her tormentor completely stopped this time. She looked up, and blew some hair out of her teary eyes, relieved for but a moment before the feeling quickly turned into cold terror. The young mage had a deep frown on her pretty face and was glaring at her.
“Really?” Anaís asked incredulously. “Looks like I’ll have to step my game up if you’re going to lie to me.”
Fearful desperation flooded the young woman and she tried to struggle against her bonds again.
“Plehehease…” she whispered, her voice breaking, fresh tears streaming down her face, “I’ll be tickled more if I tell you… please… just let me go…”
“Nope, I think we should give your cute belly some attention.”
The prisoner screamed one last squeal of laughter as her tormentor scratched the center of her soles and then began to slowly move up to between her elevated legs.
“No! Leave me alone you bitch! I ca—EEYEEEHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Anaís licked her lips as she glided her fingernails all over her victim’s stomach, finding out that the lighter pressure worked best. In hindsight, she should have arranged the branches better, for the woman’s bare abdomen wildly thrashed and danced this way and that way, forcing Anaís to chase after it with her fleet fingers. It was too late to waste time with spells now, and she found a certain enjoyment in making her frantic victim’s belly jump.
“Tickle tickle! I can stop now if you give me the right password,” the young mage teased.
“I CAHAHAHAHAHAN’T! HAHAHAHAHAGEHEHETAWAHAHAHAHAHAY!”
My gods how did she know about the password? the prisoner somehow managed to think amidst the maddening torture. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take, but she knew she had to be strong. Whatever tickling she faced now wouldn’t be as bad as what awaited her should she tell her tormentor the password. But gods, it didn’t mean that her current torture wasn’t bad.
“I have all day to do this, you should just tell me the password and make it easier,” Anaís giggled as her fingers began to knead the soft skin of her belly, taking particular delight in watching her victim’s muscles quiver and belly shake with desperate, uncontrollable laughter. But as enjoyable as the tickling was, Anaís was making little progress in getting the password. While the prisoner squealed and howled and cried with every stroke of Anaís’s fingers, she saved her words for pleads and curses. At this rate, there was just no telling when the password would be revealed.
“You’re really frustrating, you know that?” the young mage huffed when she stopped the tickling.
“Hehehe… fuck... hehe… you…hehehe…”
Anaís frowned angrily. It was bad enough that time was running out, but that her prisoner still had nerve enough to talk to her like that?
“Oh you’re going to get it now,” she growled and leapt forward, finding the hollows of the woman’s underarms and setting all ten of her nails against them. The poor woman exploded as soon as contact was made.
“AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPLEHEHEHEASESTAHAHAHAHAHAP!”
Anaís grinned and knew it couldn’t be long now. Her prisoner bucked and screamed with hysterical mirth under the ruthless movement of Anaís’s nails. The young mage was absolutely unrelenting in her assault, well aware of, and perhaps even motivated by, how quickly time flew as she prodded and raked her fingers all over her gorgeous prisoner’s sensitive skin. She stuck her thumbs out and began to use the remaining four fingers of each hand to press and scrape her victim’s sensitive spaces. It was hellishly effective. The woman felt as though her underarms were on fire, and all she could do was cry and laugh and tremble as the unbearable sensations overwhelmed her. She was completely at the mercy of her merciless tickler, and she had no idea how much longer she could last.
“AAAAAYEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! NO!”
Anaís stopped immediately, her mouth agape in surprise. It was the loudest her victim had been so far, even amidst her already deafening waves of laughter. The poor woman was craning her body forward, her face almost as ruby as her hair, her teary eyes wide open, staring fearfully at her tormentor. Then, when the young mage looked at her fingers and how they were positioned on the prisoner’s underarms, it immediately dawned on her.
“Ohhhh… So that’s your worst spot!” she cooed, an enormous, triumphant grin following the words.
“Noho! Plehease please please no—I’ll tell you the passwohord now—it’s marigold, it’s marigold!” the young woman helplessly sputtered. The thought of paying later for her revealing the password was far from her mind now. All that mattered was somehow stopping her tickler.
“Oh that won’t do you good. If you had told it to me from the beginning, maybe I would have been nicer to you,” Anaís bit her lip, still smiling, and felt a blush rise on her cheeks. “But then I would have missed the chance to play with such a cute little toy.”
The young woman’s face grew even redder, if it was possible. Fiery anger chased away the previously pleading expression in her eyes.
“I told you the password, you fucking bitch! Leave me alone!”
But Anaís was already moving. Utilizing nothing save her own strength, she tore apart the cloth that was hiding her prisoner’s breasts. The woman screamed when the cloth was finally off, and tried to hide her face in her shoulder as her breasts were bared for the world to see. They were every bit as lovely as Anaís imagined, big and deliciously round, with small, pink nipples that glistened with sweat and rested high on the soft globes like two roses in an alabaster field. The young mage felt her mouth water and her fingers itch as she eyed her victim’s lovely breasts up and down.
“I’ll find a way to make you pay for this! I swear when I get out of th—BYAWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
The woman exploded as soon as Anaís made contact. The young mage traced their shape with both sets of nails, circling the underneath, brushing along their sides as they were flung from left to right by her victim’s wild thrashing. The sounds the poor woman was making were absolutely unnatural now. She shrieked and screamed amidst gales of musical laugher; it was nothing short of impressive that her lungs possessed such strength. Anaís’s skilled fingers were excruciating, always moving, never staying in one spot and always knowing which spot to tickle next for maximum effect. All sense of time and reality was gone for the woman; she was stolen away into her own private dimension, where there was nothing but ticklish agony with no end in sight. And part of the problem was that her breasts were so damn big. There was so much area for the tormentor to cover, so many nerves that allowed each electrifying jolt of tickling to work with every other, compounding the sensations upon each other until they were utterly maddening in their ticklish intensity. The woman was in hysterics, fresh tears staining her face, her hair thrown everywhere as she violently used what little mobility she still had.
“Aww, does the poor baby have ticklish tits? Does she like when I tickle here?”
The still-conscious part of the frantic prisoner’s mind heard the baby-talk and it somehow made the already terrible tickling all the worse. She struggled to tell her tormentor to shut up, to plead and curse, but all words were lost in the torrent of her helpless mirth. Anaís did not relent for a moment, still taunting her victim while her fingers continued their determined movement to drive out every last bit of sanity from the poor woman in the form of wild, deafening laughter. The last few minutes felt like an eternity to the prisoner, and Anaís was still tickling and teasing when she was teleported.
“—and then—oh!” Anaís quickly stood straight and tried to regain her composure. She saw Vynnen grinning and eying her victim, who was already curled up in a panting, giggling ball on the ground, her face still crimson, her arms crossed at her chest to hide her bare breasts from the prying eyes of the remaining students.
“Well? What’s the password?”
Anaís jumped at the sound of Professor Kara’s voice. She turned around to face her instructor, who was waiting with her arms crossed and her face quizzically peering at the young mage.
“It’s uhh… marigold?” she timidly answered.
To her tremendous relief, Professor Kara nodded.
“Very good, Anaís,” her instructor said, and then turned to the woman on the ground. “I thought you’d do better though.”
The red-haired woman screamed with laughter again as roots rose from the earth and bound her, some taking the time to brush against her breasts before wrapping around them with the rest of her. Professor Kara then let her gaze lift up and looked past Anaís, into the group of students.
“You’re up, Vynnen.”
