Chris31
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~The Witch~ (non-con- /f)
-Katie and Dianna bully poor Holly. But when a witch steps in, the turn-tables… turn...
The Witch
Holly was a fragile little thing for having just turned twenty one. Her first night out drinking and her friends were already planning tricks on her!
Dianna and Katie took her to the bar and fed her long-island-ice-teas, telling her they were non-alcoholic. Poor Holly became tipsy within minutes, wobbling and stumbling around, trusting anyone willing to dance. As she slowly became more suggestible, Dianna smirked at her friend; a new idea was forming.
The season was autumn and Halloween was only days away. Dianna knew of a house nearby, but not just any house; a real-life haunted house. She thought it would be fun to take Holly there for a bit of a scare and told Katie of her plan. Katie answered with a smirk of her own; she loved ghosts and Halloween and haunted houses! She was almost more excited than Dianna.
Obviously all they had to do was say “haunted house” and Holly was in. Totally unaware of the tricks her friends had in store for her, Holly was highly suggestible at this point and would probably go along with anything as long as her friends made it seem exciting. And boy, did they sell it.
But by the time they were in the car and on the way, the whole façade of a haunting being unreal or unimaginable seemed to wither away. They drove along a dirt path that seemed to become more narrow as they drove; trees that seemed to follow them, shade that got darker and darker… until they were completely surrounded by woods and darkness and thin, cold air, and a calm yet eerie feeling. But everybody knows that the atmosphere changes as you go further into the woods. This was all probably just normal.
The girls pulled up to the old, dilapidated double-wide with a bit of an odd feeling of being out-of-place; like something was telling them that they definitely shouldn’t be here. But they got out of the car and stood in the driveway, in the mist and streaming patterns of the headlights, taking in their new surroundings.
“Oh this is spooky!” Dianna exclaimed.
“I, um,” Holly hesitated, “I feel like we shouldn’t be here,” she felt her breathing catch in her throat, “I think… maybe someone lives here.”
“Awwww is someone a scared-y slut?” Dianna teased.
Katie smirked and joined in, “Oh my god, you big baby! No one lives here!”
Dianna giggled and remarked, “She’s scared! She’s gonna pee her panties!”
Katie’s smirk morphed into an evil grin as she turned to Holly, “I’ll make her pee her panties…” She dove at Holly, grabbing the girl by her sides, squeezing and tickling her. Holly reacted immediately with a look of shock on her face like she’d just been dunked into cold water, she shrieked and dropped to the ground, curling up like a child and whimpering. But that didn’t stop the attack. Katie stood over her, arms outstretched and determined to not let go; pinching and squeezing and hitting those muscles just right, making Holly buck and kick and scream…
Of course Dianna was loving this. She laughed at her poor drunk, ticklish friend, writhing around on the ground, giggling and drooling and muttering half-broken pleas for help. Of course she was going to join in. Holly suddenly felt her arms get pinned above her head. They were firm. She tried to struggle and pull them free, at first lightly, a bit playfully, then a bit more earnestly. She couldn’t get free. And the harder she struggled, the more the feeling began to sink in; she was pinned. She was totally stuck and there was nothing she could do or say… well, maybe something she could say…
Holly began pleading with the two girls; she begged like she had no shame, she begged like it was porn, she begged like it was her life… big, wide, terrified eyes stared up with a nervous shiver, her voice shaky and squeaky, short of breath and forming a ball in the back of her throat…
“Pleeeeeaaase! I’m so serious right now, please don’t… You don’t have to do this!”
But with Dianna holding Holly’s arms in place, nice and sturdy, Katie was free to do whatever she wanted to her poor drunk, ticklish friend. She slowly, teasingly went under Holly’s shirt, creeping up to her pits by gently feathering her fingers along her sides as she went. Holly was a mess, bouncing and thrashing as much as she could, but Dianna held her firmly in place. “Nope! You’re not going anywhere,” she teased.
As soon as those fingertips plunged into the hollows of her exposed little pits, Holly jolted forward in an attempt to just will her way out- her eyes almost popped out, her face an expression of pure horror, her laughter went silent as she gasped and choked for a second before shrieking and shaking her head from side to side.
“HOLY SHIT!!” she screamed, shaking her head, “HOLY SHIT, NOO!! STOP IT!! STOP IT NOW!!”
But it didn’t stop. And there was nothing she could do. The feeling was way too much for her; every little touch caused an unbearable sensation, one that absolutely had to stop immediately, no questions asked, no conditions necessary. It just had to stop. There was absolutely no way she was going to be able to handle this feeling. But she was powerless; arms stuck, pinned, her muscles useless at this point; Dianna held tight, smiling down at the poor, wiggling mess.
“Nope, nope, nope!” Dianna chirped in a sing-song voice. She grinned at Katie. “Get her good!”
As Katie dug mercilessly into those hollow armpits, Holly glared up at Dianna with tears forming in her eyes, “Pleeeeaaassee!!” she pleaded. “Pleeeaase just let me go!!”
“Awww,” Dianna answered in a mocking tone, “Is wittle baby gonna cwy?”
Holly couldn’t hold it anymore; a fear broke inside of her, and it must have affected her bladder, because at that moment she felt a warmth forming at her crotch that slowly turned cold as the air touched it.
“JESUS CHRIST JUST FUCKING STOP!!” Holly screamed through tears as she realized what had happened. They did it; they tickled her till she peed. Katie noticed next, and wasn’t going to just let it slide.
“Ewwww! She peed! She actually peed!” Katie teased.
Dianna burst out laughing and joined in the, “Ewww…”
“Okay! You fuckin… made me pee! Jeeze… Now get the fuck off me!” Holly sounded angry and fed up. She hadn’t been playing for quite a while and had been pushed far past her limits. She was ready to have her arms back now.
But Katie got that Katie-smirk, and looked at Dianna. “If you keep holding her… I’ll um… I’ll keep tickling her…” Her suggestion hung in the air as a quiet pause of reflection swept over the girls. Even Holly fell deathly silent as the reality sank in. The scared girl held her breath, afraid to even move an inch; her fate hanging in the drunken, unfair decision of two sadistic friends. It was almost too much; the tension building, the silence stacking. Are they going to keep going? They’re her friends! But, it’s just tickling. But it’s fucking unbearable!! And they know that!! Or, maybe they don’t?
In her nervous panic, Holly had shut her eyes tight. But as the seconds ticked on and only silence filled the void, curiosity crept in and she slowly, cautiously, almost animatedly opened one eye, just to peek. But she soon found this to be a mistake.
Dianna and Katie were both grinning, ear to ear, with big evil smiles as they stared back down at her; they had just been waiting- dragging this out- torturing her! The second she realized her doom, it was too late. Katie’s nimble fingertips spider-ed up into those sweet-spots and Holly went berserk. It was like being thrown into a pool before you have time to take a breath. She was plunged into a seizure-like fit of giggles and gasps with literally no warning; no preparation or courtesy. Just cold, hard tickle torture with no apology. The shock threw off her laughing pattern and she started to choke before going silent. But Katie just smiled and tickled harder as Dianna egged her on.
“She’s faking it! She’s faking it to get us to stop… keep tickling her!” Dianna laughed.
“Oh, I’ll make sure she’s not faking anything,” Katie dug her fingernails into Holly’s ribs, destroying her ribcage and driving the poor girl into feral rage.
Holly, now completely sobbing, took in a deep breath before screaming, “FUUUAAACCKK!! HEEEELP!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!” She was thrashing her head from side to side, shaking it in weird patterns, forcing out crazy noises that even she didn’t know she could make, anything to get someone’s attention. But it was all ignored. Those nimble little fingers and those sharp little nails continued their attack and Holly couldn’t do anything about it. Dianna held firm and Katie was relentless.
But just as it looked like it was going to be a very long, very ticklish night for Holly, something strange happened. The lights in the vacant double-wide turned on. All three girls froze with fear. Dianna immediately let Holly up and they stood next to Katie facing the large trailer, all just frozen with fear, not exactly sure how to react.
“Is,” Katie started to say something but hesitated, “Is anyone there?” It seemed like a stupid question but it was instinctual; it just came out. The three girls stood next to each other in silence waiting for something to happen.
Then the door to the double-wide creaked open and in the doorway stood a shadow in a hooded-cape. It seemed to float forward without walking as it approached, smoothly and eloquently, it glided up to the girls. They didn’t move.
“I heard your cries for help, young wench,” the figure’s voice was female; smooth and young, around the same age as the girls. She spoke slowly though, as if English wasn’t her first language but she had learned to hide her accent.
“You sounded… under duress,” she continued, “If you require it, I may… assist.”
The three girls just looked at each other in frozen shock. Not one of them was sure that what was happening was real. But those questions would soon be cleared up.
“Do you mean disrespect?” The figure’s voice dropped a few octaves and the trees began to rattle in the wind.
“Um, no! No disrespect! We, um, we’re sorry… We’re scared,” Holly spoke out of necessity, not sure what else to do.
“Scared?” the voice laughed as the shadow floated down to the ground. As it touched, it turned from a cloaked shadow into a beautiful young lady, dressed in a silky, long, red dress with long flowing brunette hair tied back in multiple braids, and wide, gazelle-framed glasses.
“This is better, no? Solid form, yes?” This strange lady was now the one with the evil smirk, while all three girls just stood, silent, hardly able to process what they were seeing.
“So I ask,” the lady in the red dress continued, “These people, they hurt you? Make you cry?”
“Wait, no,” Holly tried to reason, “they… It was just tickling. They’re my friends!”
“Just tickling? Not suffering?” The lady looked confused.
“Well, no, I mean… It’s hard to explain…” Holly began fumbling her words.
The lady now looked agitated with a hint of boredom. The wind started to pick up and the trees started their uncanny rattling again.
“You trespass! You awaken me! You ask for help! You waste my time,” the enchanting lady’s expression became angry and her eyebrows narrowed, “But you cannot explain?”
“Now, wait,” Katie tried to speak up, “We didn’t know…” she was abruptly cut off when her whole body froze in place, stopping her from saying or doing anything. She looked frozen in mid-air.
“Hold your tongue, wench, before it becomes my soup! If her words make questions, it’s your fault! You did this to her!” The air seemed to get darker and colder as the wind picked up even more. Holly and Dianna both stared helplessly at their friend who stood like a statue, motionless and silent. But their attention turned back to the lady as her appearance changed yet again; her dress turned a pitch-black and her braided, brunette hair was now straight and long, all the way down to her feet, and raven-black with a purple-tint.
She glared at Dianna and Holly, “You must go. I will keep the wicked one as punishment. She will suffer without suffering. And you will forget this place. And you will forget me!” As she spoke, the trees shook violently and the wind picked up dust that clouded the air. Dianna and Holly were not in a place to argue. They both looked like panicking idiots as they raced to the car, struggling to open it, struggling to get the key in the ignition, struggling to get it started, and then almost getting stuck pulling out. The car raced away leaving Katie still frozen, staring directly at the witch.
The lady grinned and licked her lips as she floated slowly towards her prey.
“I’m not an idiot,” she spoke without the pauses now, sly and casual, “I know exactly what you were doing to her. I’ve been around for thousands of years, dear. I know what tickling is.” She snapped her fingers and they instantly appeared inside the double-wide. The lights were off, now, only the dim red glow of the Christmas lights that hung awkwardly from the corners of the ceiling.
“I know you can brush the situation off as, ‘just tickling’ which is why I avoided the whole conversation. It’s useless to argue with people. They know everything.” She casually circled her frozen victim like a vulture, “They know everything! Except for when to stop. Like you. You’re one of them…”
Katie wanted to say something, anything in her defense. After all, this whole thing wasn’t even her idea! But before she knew it, she was totally naked and strapped spread eagle to a bed. The straps were very efficient, and covered her ankles, knees, waist, neck, elbows, wrists, and each finger and toe was held firmly in place. She was completely naked and completely helpless.
“You couldn’t see me, but I was watching the whole time. I saw you tickle that helpless girl to pieces. I saw you make her cry. I saw you make her wet herself.” The witch slowly approached Katie’s poor exposed feet. “I saw you break that poor thing…” as she spoke, she drug her long pointed fingernail down Katie’s bare foot. The sensation was intolerable! It was like fire shooting through her arch and up her leg, but Katie remained silent and frozen, completely catatonic on the outside, as if nothing was happening to her at all. On the inside, she was going insane.
The witch continued her speech, “She was broken! And I saw the moment you had a chance to stop…” Katie felt a sinking in her stomach. “That’s right. I saw the moment you got that shitty little smile and said, ‘If you keep holding her, I’ll keep tickling her.’” Hearing the quote said back made Katie cringe. She wished she’d never said it. She wished she could take it back. It was only meant to be playful fun! But this? She doesn’t deserve this!
“Oh, you self-indulgent little brat! Worried about what you deserve? Yea I can hear you- and I want you to know how much trouble you’re in, whether you deserve it or not. I’ve been alive since the beginning of written-language. Every soul that has crossed my path is mine, including you, and I do whatever I want with my souls! I can make them feel anything I want- I can inflict any feeling, any type of pain or suffering… yes,” she grinned, “even tickling. And seeing as you used tickling as a form of bullying, I feel it’s only fitting that I use it as a form of punishment.”
The witch balled her hand into a fist and muttered a small spell that summoned a portal on the wall. The surface became a blue liquid-like substance that began to ripple as if about to be disturbed. Just then, four small demons with long claws came barreling through the portal and into the room, eager to serve their master. The witch smiled as she unclenched her fist, releasing the spell that kept Katie frozen. The girl was finally able to speak, but still completely immobile, strapped naked to the bed. She immediately started begging.
“No, no, no… You… You don’t have to do this,” her eyes darted around the room, desperately searching for an escape.
“Funny. I think your friend said the same thing to you,” as the witch spoke, she released her spell on the demons, freeing them to do as they pleased. Each demon pounced on the helpless girl, digging into her worst spots with absolutely evil precision. There was no slow warm-up or poking around, no, these little tickle-demons knew exactly where to focus and were completely relentless and totally unforgiving. With sadistic enthusiasm they dug in hard, turning poor Katie into a drooling, thrashing, unintelligible rag-doll.
“GAAH… FUAACK… FUCKIN STOPPP!! MAKE IT STOPPP!!!”
“Oh honey,” the witch casually pulled up a chair and took a seat next to Katie’s bare, twitching feet, “It’ll never stop. Not ever. Not for all of eternity,” she giggled and then began to scratch at Katie’s sensitive arches, “you’re going to feel what your friend felt; that moment of despair, that moment of fear when you know it’s not going to end. And you’re going to experience it over, and over, and over… You’re going to absolutely know one-hundred percent without a doubt that you can’t take any more… and then be forced to take more. I am going to tickle your body until your mind is completely mush and your thoughts are composed of literally one thing; making it stop. But it won't. It’s not going to stop, little bully. These demons and I are going to drive your feeble little brain to places you couldn’t even conceive of, and we get to do it forever…”
Katie was now in a fit of sheer panic and rage, tears streaming through her eyes as she shrieked, “OH MY GOD HEEEELLLLP!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!”
“Heh, heh, heh,” the witch casually laughed, “Nobody can hear you. Or see you. Or help you. You’re my plaything, now. Welcome to tickling hell.”
From the outside, the double-wide looked completely abandoned and still. Dianna and Holly had a sudden and random loss of memory and couldn’t recall the events of that night. Katie’s disappearance was never solved. But when her story gets brought up, it’s usually followed by whispers of the witch.
-Katie and Dianna bully poor Holly. But when a witch steps in, the turn-tables… turn...
The Witch
Holly was a fragile little thing for having just turned twenty one. Her first night out drinking and her friends were already planning tricks on her!
Dianna and Katie took her to the bar and fed her long-island-ice-teas, telling her they were non-alcoholic. Poor Holly became tipsy within minutes, wobbling and stumbling around, trusting anyone willing to dance. As she slowly became more suggestible, Dianna smirked at her friend; a new idea was forming.
The season was autumn and Halloween was only days away. Dianna knew of a house nearby, but not just any house; a real-life haunted house. She thought it would be fun to take Holly there for a bit of a scare and told Katie of her plan. Katie answered with a smirk of her own; she loved ghosts and Halloween and haunted houses! She was almost more excited than Dianna.
Obviously all they had to do was say “haunted house” and Holly was in. Totally unaware of the tricks her friends had in store for her, Holly was highly suggestible at this point and would probably go along with anything as long as her friends made it seem exciting. And boy, did they sell it.
But by the time they were in the car and on the way, the whole façade of a haunting being unreal or unimaginable seemed to wither away. They drove along a dirt path that seemed to become more narrow as they drove; trees that seemed to follow them, shade that got darker and darker… until they were completely surrounded by woods and darkness and thin, cold air, and a calm yet eerie feeling. But everybody knows that the atmosphere changes as you go further into the woods. This was all probably just normal.
The girls pulled up to the old, dilapidated double-wide with a bit of an odd feeling of being out-of-place; like something was telling them that they definitely shouldn’t be here. But they got out of the car and stood in the driveway, in the mist and streaming patterns of the headlights, taking in their new surroundings.
“Oh this is spooky!” Dianna exclaimed.
“I, um,” Holly hesitated, “I feel like we shouldn’t be here,” she felt her breathing catch in her throat, “I think… maybe someone lives here.”
“Awwww is someone a scared-y slut?” Dianna teased.
Katie smirked and joined in, “Oh my god, you big baby! No one lives here!”
Dianna giggled and remarked, “She’s scared! She’s gonna pee her panties!”
Katie’s smirk morphed into an evil grin as she turned to Holly, “I’ll make her pee her panties…” She dove at Holly, grabbing the girl by her sides, squeezing and tickling her. Holly reacted immediately with a look of shock on her face like she’d just been dunked into cold water, she shrieked and dropped to the ground, curling up like a child and whimpering. But that didn’t stop the attack. Katie stood over her, arms outstretched and determined to not let go; pinching and squeezing and hitting those muscles just right, making Holly buck and kick and scream…
Of course Dianna was loving this. She laughed at her poor drunk, ticklish friend, writhing around on the ground, giggling and drooling and muttering half-broken pleas for help. Of course she was going to join in. Holly suddenly felt her arms get pinned above her head. They were firm. She tried to struggle and pull them free, at first lightly, a bit playfully, then a bit more earnestly. She couldn’t get free. And the harder she struggled, the more the feeling began to sink in; she was pinned. She was totally stuck and there was nothing she could do or say… well, maybe something she could say…
Holly began pleading with the two girls; she begged like she had no shame, she begged like it was porn, she begged like it was her life… big, wide, terrified eyes stared up with a nervous shiver, her voice shaky and squeaky, short of breath and forming a ball in the back of her throat…
“Pleeeeeaaase! I’m so serious right now, please don’t… You don’t have to do this!”
But with Dianna holding Holly’s arms in place, nice and sturdy, Katie was free to do whatever she wanted to her poor drunk, ticklish friend. She slowly, teasingly went under Holly’s shirt, creeping up to her pits by gently feathering her fingers along her sides as she went. Holly was a mess, bouncing and thrashing as much as she could, but Dianna held her firmly in place. “Nope! You’re not going anywhere,” she teased.
As soon as those fingertips plunged into the hollows of her exposed little pits, Holly jolted forward in an attempt to just will her way out- her eyes almost popped out, her face an expression of pure horror, her laughter went silent as she gasped and choked for a second before shrieking and shaking her head from side to side.
“HOLY SHIT!!” she screamed, shaking her head, “HOLY SHIT, NOO!! STOP IT!! STOP IT NOW!!”
But it didn’t stop. And there was nothing she could do. The feeling was way too much for her; every little touch caused an unbearable sensation, one that absolutely had to stop immediately, no questions asked, no conditions necessary. It just had to stop. There was absolutely no way she was going to be able to handle this feeling. But she was powerless; arms stuck, pinned, her muscles useless at this point; Dianna held tight, smiling down at the poor, wiggling mess.
“Nope, nope, nope!” Dianna chirped in a sing-song voice. She grinned at Katie. “Get her good!”
As Katie dug mercilessly into those hollow armpits, Holly glared up at Dianna with tears forming in her eyes, “Pleeeeaaassee!!” she pleaded. “Pleeeaase just let me go!!”
“Awww,” Dianna answered in a mocking tone, “Is wittle baby gonna cwy?”
Holly couldn’t hold it anymore; a fear broke inside of her, and it must have affected her bladder, because at that moment she felt a warmth forming at her crotch that slowly turned cold as the air touched it.
“JESUS CHRIST JUST FUCKING STOP!!” Holly screamed through tears as she realized what had happened. They did it; they tickled her till she peed. Katie noticed next, and wasn’t going to just let it slide.
“Ewwww! She peed! She actually peed!” Katie teased.
Dianna burst out laughing and joined in the, “Ewww…”
“Okay! You fuckin… made me pee! Jeeze… Now get the fuck off me!” Holly sounded angry and fed up. She hadn’t been playing for quite a while and had been pushed far past her limits. She was ready to have her arms back now.
But Katie got that Katie-smirk, and looked at Dianna. “If you keep holding her… I’ll um… I’ll keep tickling her…” Her suggestion hung in the air as a quiet pause of reflection swept over the girls. Even Holly fell deathly silent as the reality sank in. The scared girl held her breath, afraid to even move an inch; her fate hanging in the drunken, unfair decision of two sadistic friends. It was almost too much; the tension building, the silence stacking. Are they going to keep going? They’re her friends! But, it’s just tickling. But it’s fucking unbearable!! And they know that!! Or, maybe they don’t?
In her nervous panic, Holly had shut her eyes tight. But as the seconds ticked on and only silence filled the void, curiosity crept in and she slowly, cautiously, almost animatedly opened one eye, just to peek. But she soon found this to be a mistake.
Dianna and Katie were both grinning, ear to ear, with big evil smiles as they stared back down at her; they had just been waiting- dragging this out- torturing her! The second she realized her doom, it was too late. Katie’s nimble fingertips spider-ed up into those sweet-spots and Holly went berserk. It was like being thrown into a pool before you have time to take a breath. She was plunged into a seizure-like fit of giggles and gasps with literally no warning; no preparation or courtesy. Just cold, hard tickle torture with no apology. The shock threw off her laughing pattern and she started to choke before going silent. But Katie just smiled and tickled harder as Dianna egged her on.
“She’s faking it! She’s faking it to get us to stop… keep tickling her!” Dianna laughed.
“Oh, I’ll make sure she’s not faking anything,” Katie dug her fingernails into Holly’s ribs, destroying her ribcage and driving the poor girl into feral rage.
Holly, now completely sobbing, took in a deep breath before screaming, “FUUUAAACCKK!! HEEEELP!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!” She was thrashing her head from side to side, shaking it in weird patterns, forcing out crazy noises that even she didn’t know she could make, anything to get someone’s attention. But it was all ignored. Those nimble little fingers and those sharp little nails continued their attack and Holly couldn’t do anything about it. Dianna held firm and Katie was relentless.
But just as it looked like it was going to be a very long, very ticklish night for Holly, something strange happened. The lights in the vacant double-wide turned on. All three girls froze with fear. Dianna immediately let Holly up and they stood next to Katie facing the large trailer, all just frozen with fear, not exactly sure how to react.
“Is,” Katie started to say something but hesitated, “Is anyone there?” It seemed like a stupid question but it was instinctual; it just came out. The three girls stood next to each other in silence waiting for something to happen.
Then the door to the double-wide creaked open and in the doorway stood a shadow in a hooded-cape. It seemed to float forward without walking as it approached, smoothly and eloquently, it glided up to the girls. They didn’t move.
“I heard your cries for help, young wench,” the figure’s voice was female; smooth and young, around the same age as the girls. She spoke slowly though, as if English wasn’t her first language but she had learned to hide her accent.
“You sounded… under duress,” she continued, “If you require it, I may… assist.”
The three girls just looked at each other in frozen shock. Not one of them was sure that what was happening was real. But those questions would soon be cleared up.
“Do you mean disrespect?” The figure’s voice dropped a few octaves and the trees began to rattle in the wind.
“Um, no! No disrespect! We, um, we’re sorry… We’re scared,” Holly spoke out of necessity, not sure what else to do.
“Scared?” the voice laughed as the shadow floated down to the ground. As it touched, it turned from a cloaked shadow into a beautiful young lady, dressed in a silky, long, red dress with long flowing brunette hair tied back in multiple braids, and wide, gazelle-framed glasses.
“This is better, no? Solid form, yes?” This strange lady was now the one with the evil smirk, while all three girls just stood, silent, hardly able to process what they were seeing.
“So I ask,” the lady in the red dress continued, “These people, they hurt you? Make you cry?”
“Wait, no,” Holly tried to reason, “they… It was just tickling. They’re my friends!”
“Just tickling? Not suffering?” The lady looked confused.
“Well, no, I mean… It’s hard to explain…” Holly began fumbling her words.
The lady now looked agitated with a hint of boredom. The wind started to pick up and the trees started their uncanny rattling again.
“You trespass! You awaken me! You ask for help! You waste my time,” the enchanting lady’s expression became angry and her eyebrows narrowed, “But you cannot explain?”
“Now, wait,” Katie tried to speak up, “We didn’t know…” she was abruptly cut off when her whole body froze in place, stopping her from saying or doing anything. She looked frozen in mid-air.
“Hold your tongue, wench, before it becomes my soup! If her words make questions, it’s your fault! You did this to her!” The air seemed to get darker and colder as the wind picked up even more. Holly and Dianna both stared helplessly at their friend who stood like a statue, motionless and silent. But their attention turned back to the lady as her appearance changed yet again; her dress turned a pitch-black and her braided, brunette hair was now straight and long, all the way down to her feet, and raven-black with a purple-tint.
She glared at Dianna and Holly, “You must go. I will keep the wicked one as punishment. She will suffer without suffering. And you will forget this place. And you will forget me!” As she spoke, the trees shook violently and the wind picked up dust that clouded the air. Dianna and Holly were not in a place to argue. They both looked like panicking idiots as they raced to the car, struggling to open it, struggling to get the key in the ignition, struggling to get it started, and then almost getting stuck pulling out. The car raced away leaving Katie still frozen, staring directly at the witch.
The lady grinned and licked her lips as she floated slowly towards her prey.
“I’m not an idiot,” she spoke without the pauses now, sly and casual, “I know exactly what you were doing to her. I’ve been around for thousands of years, dear. I know what tickling is.” She snapped her fingers and they instantly appeared inside the double-wide. The lights were off, now, only the dim red glow of the Christmas lights that hung awkwardly from the corners of the ceiling.
“I know you can brush the situation off as, ‘just tickling’ which is why I avoided the whole conversation. It’s useless to argue with people. They know everything.” She casually circled her frozen victim like a vulture, “They know everything! Except for when to stop. Like you. You’re one of them…”
Katie wanted to say something, anything in her defense. After all, this whole thing wasn’t even her idea! But before she knew it, she was totally naked and strapped spread eagle to a bed. The straps were very efficient, and covered her ankles, knees, waist, neck, elbows, wrists, and each finger and toe was held firmly in place. She was completely naked and completely helpless.
“You couldn’t see me, but I was watching the whole time. I saw you tickle that helpless girl to pieces. I saw you make her cry. I saw you make her wet herself.” The witch slowly approached Katie’s poor exposed feet. “I saw you break that poor thing…” as she spoke, she drug her long pointed fingernail down Katie’s bare foot. The sensation was intolerable! It was like fire shooting through her arch and up her leg, but Katie remained silent and frozen, completely catatonic on the outside, as if nothing was happening to her at all. On the inside, she was going insane.
The witch continued her speech, “She was broken! And I saw the moment you had a chance to stop…” Katie felt a sinking in her stomach. “That’s right. I saw the moment you got that shitty little smile and said, ‘If you keep holding her, I’ll keep tickling her.’” Hearing the quote said back made Katie cringe. She wished she’d never said it. She wished she could take it back. It was only meant to be playful fun! But this? She doesn’t deserve this!
“Oh, you self-indulgent little brat! Worried about what you deserve? Yea I can hear you- and I want you to know how much trouble you’re in, whether you deserve it or not. I’ve been alive since the beginning of written-language. Every soul that has crossed my path is mine, including you, and I do whatever I want with my souls! I can make them feel anything I want- I can inflict any feeling, any type of pain or suffering… yes,” she grinned, “even tickling. And seeing as you used tickling as a form of bullying, I feel it’s only fitting that I use it as a form of punishment.”
The witch balled her hand into a fist and muttered a small spell that summoned a portal on the wall. The surface became a blue liquid-like substance that began to ripple as if about to be disturbed. Just then, four small demons with long claws came barreling through the portal and into the room, eager to serve their master. The witch smiled as she unclenched her fist, releasing the spell that kept Katie frozen. The girl was finally able to speak, but still completely immobile, strapped naked to the bed. She immediately started begging.
“No, no, no… You… You don’t have to do this,” her eyes darted around the room, desperately searching for an escape.
“Funny. I think your friend said the same thing to you,” as the witch spoke, she released her spell on the demons, freeing them to do as they pleased. Each demon pounced on the helpless girl, digging into her worst spots with absolutely evil precision. There was no slow warm-up or poking around, no, these little tickle-demons knew exactly where to focus and were completely relentless and totally unforgiving. With sadistic enthusiasm they dug in hard, turning poor Katie into a drooling, thrashing, unintelligible rag-doll.
“GAAH… FUAACK… FUCKIN STOPPP!! MAKE IT STOPPP!!!”
“Oh honey,” the witch casually pulled up a chair and took a seat next to Katie’s bare, twitching feet, “It’ll never stop. Not ever. Not for all of eternity,” she giggled and then began to scratch at Katie’s sensitive arches, “you’re going to feel what your friend felt; that moment of despair, that moment of fear when you know it’s not going to end. And you’re going to experience it over, and over, and over… You’re going to absolutely know one-hundred percent without a doubt that you can’t take any more… and then be forced to take more. I am going to tickle your body until your mind is completely mush and your thoughts are composed of literally one thing; making it stop. But it won't. It’s not going to stop, little bully. These demons and I are going to drive your feeble little brain to places you couldn’t even conceive of, and we get to do it forever…”
Katie was now in a fit of sheer panic and rage, tears streaming through her eyes as she shrieked, “OH MY GOD HEEEELLLLP!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!”
“Heh, heh, heh,” the witch casually laughed, “Nobody can hear you. Or see you. Or help you. You’re my plaything, now. Welcome to tickling hell.”
From the outside, the double-wide looked completely abandoned and still. Dianna and Holly had a sudden and random loss of memory and couldn’t recall the events of that night. Katie’s disappearance was never solved. But when her story gets brought up, it’s usually followed by whispers of the witch.
