Finally, you have your arch rival Laura right where you want her! Her arms and thighs begin to tremble with stress as you stand and stride triumphantly toward her.
"A skillful sorceress such as yourself should know that the spell only summons so many tickle fairies." You tease. "And once they have something to tickle," you stare into Laura's desperate eyes mischievously, "they're more than content to tickle that thing until the spell expires and they return to the Feyweird."
Laura stares hatefully into your eyes as you circle her, realizing you too are as familiar as she is with the specifics of summoning tickle fairies.
You circle Laura and gently grab the bottom of her night shirt. Slowly rolling her shirt up as she pants angrily, helpless to stop you as all her strength and energy is being dedicated to holding the bulging ceiling tile in place.
"Wait! Okay," Laura begs, as sweat begins to bead on her face and body. "Cancel the spell, I'll do anything!"
Without the slightest hesitation you roll her shirt up over her head, exposing her pale, perky, frantically heaving breasts and sensitive arm pits.
"I have a book!" Laura shrieks, as she falters and a handful of tiny, barely visible, fairies crawl out of the bulging ceiling and swarm hungrily down her arms. "I have a book of powerful ancient spells! I found it in the library basement, over vacation. It's yours! Just please, cancel the spell!"
The pernicious little fairies quickly clamber and fly down Laura's quivering arms, seeking out her tender nipples and underarms.
"Oh, a book of ancient magic. That sounds pretty cool," you say, offhandedly, circling around in front of Laura and taking hold of her pants. "Where might I find this book of yours?" You ask, as you slowly pull her pants down, past her trembling thighs, leaving her naked and humiliated, straining to keep the warped ceiling in place, on her tip-toes, as sweat runs down her body.
"In my room! Under the bed!" Laura shouts desperately, as the handful of evil fairies begin swirling around her stiff, sensitive nipples. She sputters and giggles as several more fairies crawl out from the ceiling. She struggles to keep the tile in place, barring more fairies from crossing into the material plane!
The vile little fairies begin to swarm all over her helpless body as she begs, "Oh please! I'm sorry for everything I've ever done! Ple-AHAHAHAHAHA, Please! Sto-AHEHEHAHAHAHA-op the spell!
You smile devilishly and give Laura a quick tickle on her sides. She shrieks and buckles as the ceiling crashes in and innumerable little, wasp-like fairies pour out of the ceiling and swirl around her naked, convulsing body! Laura laughs maniacally and crumples to the floor, writhing around, desperately trying to protect her sensitive flesh from the multitude of malicious fairies! Your semi-studiousness pays off! It seems the fairies are indeed only interested in easily tickled prey!
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
