Don't Rob a Wizard
Part III
by Kid Indy
Adianne, the acolyte. The days since Adianne's decision had become much more pleasant. The magic circle that had once kept her within a few feet of her bed now no longer bound her. The door to her room was still magically locked, but she could wander its length and width freely. Her diet, only bread and water for the days between her capture and her acceptance, now included vegetables, fruit, and salted meat. She had been given back her elven shoes, and she now noticed that when the girls brought her food or came to clean her room, they also wore elven shoes and the same anklet that she wore. The anklet was the biggest clue, and thus was the biggest difference. Nobody had tickled her in the five days since she submitted to the order.
As days passed she became very thirsty; the salted meat was good, and the dried fruits were very sweet, but they only gave her a small cup of water with each meal. She asked the girls about this, but they would only say that once she became initiated, she would once again drink her fill. So she continued to eat the good food, hoping that her initiation would come soon.
On the seventh day, five girls came in, and they offered her a much finer robe than she had been accustomed to wear. She knew that the day had come, and her dry throat rejoiced. After the girls helped her with her robe, they began to apply all kinds of perfumes and makeup to her; Adianne wondered why all this pomp when she was going to be a wizard, not a bride. But she went along, and when they had finished, they let her look in a mirror. She was stunned by her own appearance. The treatment had indeed made her already beautiful features positively stunning. She turned around, impressed with the changes that had been made, and she found herself giggling at her own radiance.
They took her up several winding stairs until they came to a giant oak door. One of the girls knocked, and the door opened with a slow gravity. Light poured from the room, and Adianne could tell that magic was enhancing the torches' natural light. The girls who had helped her faded back, and Adianne stepped into the room alone. The door shut behind her.
"Welcome, Adianne. So good to hear that you've decided to join my order!" The man sitting at the table, the voice that Adianne had heard her first night, was an impressive sight. He was plainly human, and his silver robe sat loosely on a healthy, broad-shouldered frame. As she approached the table, she noticed that a few more girls were waiting at either side with platters of food. "Come, sit down, let's eat!" the man invited. Adianne sat down.
"So you were joking when you called me 'young one?'" Adianne, at eighty, was young for an elf, but this man looked no older than thirty-five.
"Not by any means. Remember, magic is creating universes. In the universe that is this tower, my body does not age. I have been working my magic craft for many hundreds of years, and some of my human girls have been here nearly as long. You are an acolyte wizard, dear. You should know that appearances deceive." He waved his hand, and the serving girls came forward with plates of roast beef, spinach, and fine bread. Another poured wine into both man and elf's glass. Adianne took the wine greedily and began to drain it. Its pleasant taste resembled apples, and the alcohol did not seem very strong. It must be mixed with water. She finished the glass and motioned for the server to pour another. The man sedately cut his food up.
"So why do you have all these women here?" She took another drink of her wine. "No, wait. Before you answer that, what's your name?"
"I am Obed, Wizard. And to answer your other question, my research is funded by wealthy kings and merchants. They supply me the paper and ink and other things to create my books, and they also bring me tomes from around the world. In return, I give them potions to help them with women."
"You mean like that stuff they put on me that tickled me to death?"
Obed chuckled. "Yes, that is one of my most popular brews. You would be amazed at how quickly heretics and disobedient concubines come in line when tickled within an inch of their lives!" He chuckled again. "But my inquisitors told me that you were beginning to... enjoy it towards the end."
Adianne blushed; could they really tell what had happened to her on that last tickling? She tried to return to her question. "So why are all your apprentices women?"
"Because I research on them! And of course, tickling isn't all we do--I also create magic oils that make women agreeable, potions that make them forget, all kinds of magic liquid. And I need women to experiment on. Besides, if one of them finds it agreeable, we also find some diversion together!" He eyed her hungrily, and she tensed slightly as she took another drink.
"Well, my dinner seems to be done. Is my initiation over?"
The wizard turned his right hand palm up and raised it from the table to shoulder level, and without warning Adianne floated out of her chair and into the air. "It has yet to begin, dear. Azhmukholok!" Adianne's robes and shoes disappeared, and she found herself once more floating in midair with only her undergarments between her and the wizard.
"No! I don't want any more of this!"
"Ah, but you agreed to the initiation, did you not?" He had begun to turn his hand again, and slowly Adianne floated and rotated so that she was face up, directly in front of the wizard. "You see, what you experienced when my inquisitors increased the amount of tickling potion on your feet is the secret to my kind of magic. I'm going to initiate you now. Jeanne! Bring some of that wine she was drinking!" The elven girl did so, and Obed poured it on his hand. He began to rub it on Adianne's feet, and she came to an awful realization.
"You made me drink tickling potion!"
"I did not make you drink anything, but you certainly seemed to enjoy it! And what did you drink--four, five glasses?" He began to laugh.
"But I thought it had to be rubbed on!"
"Ah, but it's much more potent when ingested. And I know a spell to make it even better! Shall I try it?" He stepped back and began waving his hands. Adianne screamed, but his spell was completed, and she could feel even her light silk undergarments tickling her hips and breasts. Even suspended by magic, she began to squirm. "Ah, Adianne, did you think that we could not tell? This very tower is magical, my dear, and when you were being tickled before, you let the tower know everything."
"What do you mean?"
"The tower knew that you were a novice magician of some skill. That's why I wanted to initiate you rather than sell you."
"It could tell that?"
"On the very first night. And it also told me that you were rather surprised to find out how ticklish your ribs are!" With that he began to work his fingers up and down her rib cage, playing with each in turn with speed and firmness. Adianne began to scream, but it turned quickly into a child's squeal as the magic worked its way. Adianne's long brown hair thrashed as the master of tickling played and pressed on her ribs. Sweat immediately began to run, and her verbal protests lasted no longer than a few seconds. All the could do thereafter was abandon herself to her wild laughter, knowing that this was the most intense tickling that she had ever endured and that she could do nothing about it. She lost track of time, but she knew very well when he stopped.
"And the walls also told me how much you wished you could put your arms down when my women did this!" He dug deep into her armpits, making her hips and head thrash in uninhibited syncopation. The tickling was awful, but she began to feel something else. Even through the terrible touches, because of the terrible touches, she could sense the lines and arcs of magic that held her wrists in place. Seh had no control even over her body; she could not hope to will them away. All the same, as her tortured voice began to sound like it was coming from somewhere else, she was beginning to experience a new sight. As the sight was becoming clearer, Obed stopped again. She kept giggling as he moved towards her midsection.
"I can tell you're starting to get it. This is why this is an initiation rather than just torture, my dear. Normal women would only experience the touch and the madness, but you are beginning to see as a wizard sees. But on to our task at hand. Do you like to have your tummy tickled?"
Adianne wanted desperately to become a wizard, but her ticklish body took control of her words. "NO! Please, don't tickle me any more! I can't take any more!"
The old/young wizard took delight in this, and he began to scribble his fingers over the surface of her sweaty, twitching belly. Her muscles were already sore from laughing so hard, and that soreness translated into even more susceptibility to his flying fingers. She wriggled this way and that as she giggled, and every few seconds he would reach a hand down and begin to squeeze her hips, a move that made her buck and squeal every time he did it. He seemed to enjoy this part particularly, and he tickled her belly and hips for quite a while. Again Adianne could feel the magic forces around her, and when she forced her eyes open for a moment, she thought that she could even see the web that held her. But before she could enjoy this new enlightenment, the tickling fingers once again overwhelmed her reason, and she closed her eyes and began giggling and squealing again.
Without even stopping, the wizard moved down to her legs, leaving her sore stomach muscles still twitching from the tickling and as always sore from laughing. He scratched the undersides of her thighs, her inner legs, the backs of her knees. Adianne did not care what kind of new sights she was seeing; this had to stop. But again, when she tried to protest, her words failed her, and she lapsed back into frantic laughter. This time the wizard took particular delight in squeezing her leg above the knee, sending shockwaves all the way up to her hips and making her squeal even higher than ticklish squeezes to her hips had done. After several minutes of this, The wizard stopped and rotated Adianne so that her head was well above his and her feet were at his chest level.
Adianne giggled. "Please, I feel initiated. I don't need any more."
"I am your master now, Adianne. I will decide when you've had enough." With one finger he began to trace a line from her ankle down the back of her heel and up the outside of her foot. Even this light touch was torture, and Adianne begged that he stop. She could feel that the potion inside her, and the potion that he had rubbed on, and the magic spell that he had cast, were adding up to make her feet unbearably ticklish. He reached her little toe and continued to move his finger around the outside of her toes, brushing them where the nail stopped and the toe began. He reached her big toe and started down the instep. This really was torture, and Adianne began to squirm in the air as the giggles started to return amid her begging. He reached the heel again, and he brought the other hand up to begin tickling in earnest. Adianne dropped silent for one last moment of dignity.
The moment ended. The wizard began to tickle the bottoms of her soft heels with five fingers to a foot. Adianne bucked and screamed, not out of protest as much as sheer physical reaction. Her will had already been broken, but her body still could not take this awful tickling. She could not even remember what it felt like to walk on these heels; they were only tickle targets to her now. He shaded slightly forward and began to get to the softest parts of the soles, but he flew over them with a scramble that drew a squeal and began to attack the balls of her feet. Adianne's shoulders quaked as Obed tortured her with touches that never would give her the relief of being painful. He stopped on the balls of her feet and rested all ten fingers on the delicate, smooth skin of the centers of her soles. She only looked at him; she knew that no begging would stop him now. He set into her, drawing squeals and laughter that denied even her own fatigue. Her hair was now drenched, and had the makeup not been magical, it certainly would have run all over her face. Even in utter resignation, her poor feet protested, and her entire body quaked as the sadistic wizard tickled her. Had her mind been on it, she would have realized that now she could see the magic eminating from the wizard's very person. As it was, her mind had shut down; the tickling was now going through her body unchecked, and every part of her skin sung with ticklish exultation. The wizard stopped and allowed a few moments for Adianne to recover her senses.
"Yes, the walls here tell us everything, Adianne. They told me that every spot that I touched just now would tickle you terribly. But they also told me where you dread being tickled in a way that ordinary women cannot dread." Adianne knew precisely what he was talking about, and she shook her head feebly as the wizard produced from his silver robe a string of feathers like the women had used on the day she accepted the initiation. But then her horror only increased as he pulled three more such strands out and began to wave his hands. The strings floated towards her feet by the power of his magic, and they found the gaps between her toes without delay. As the wizard looked on and laughed, Adianne's exhausted body once more came to life with squeals and shrieks and laughter that was completely void of resistance. She no longer hated Obed. She could not desire escape. She now lacked even the ability to want the tickling to stop. Now there was only the laughter. However much she wanted to leave her body, there she was, tickled with each pass of the strings, lit up like a candle when the strings moved from one gap to another. Her beautiful voice moved in elven arpeggios as her giggling floated through the night. Time was no more. When the strings stopped, the wizard lowered her into his arms and set her on a couch in the room. Adianne stayed there, still giggling like a daydreaming schoolgirl, now a part of the order.
In the years to come, Adianne learned the ways of magic from Obed. She became an inquisitor for a while, disappointed to learn that she would mostly tickle ordinary girls for the sake of breaking them into harems, but still enjoying them. And she would learn the kind of delight that an inqisitor experienced preparing a young wizardess for initiation. The master still tickled Adianne on occasion, and the other girls quite frequently. Eventually, perhaps a hundred years later, Adianne became masterful enough that the master let her leave the tower and begin her own, independent career as a wizard. But these tales are not for here and not for now. Farewell, ticklers.
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Well, I hope that those of you who were waiting for the second and third installments were not disappointed. Now I've got to dream up another scenario to write--what fun! As always, feedback is appreciated.
Kid Indy
Part III
by Kid Indy
Adianne, the acolyte. The days since Adianne's decision had become much more pleasant. The magic circle that had once kept her within a few feet of her bed now no longer bound her. The door to her room was still magically locked, but she could wander its length and width freely. Her diet, only bread and water for the days between her capture and her acceptance, now included vegetables, fruit, and salted meat. She had been given back her elven shoes, and she now noticed that when the girls brought her food or came to clean her room, they also wore elven shoes and the same anklet that she wore. The anklet was the biggest clue, and thus was the biggest difference. Nobody had tickled her in the five days since she submitted to the order.
As days passed she became very thirsty; the salted meat was good, and the dried fruits were very sweet, but they only gave her a small cup of water with each meal. She asked the girls about this, but they would only say that once she became initiated, she would once again drink her fill. So she continued to eat the good food, hoping that her initiation would come soon.
On the seventh day, five girls came in, and they offered her a much finer robe than she had been accustomed to wear. She knew that the day had come, and her dry throat rejoiced. After the girls helped her with her robe, they began to apply all kinds of perfumes and makeup to her; Adianne wondered why all this pomp when she was going to be a wizard, not a bride. But she went along, and when they had finished, they let her look in a mirror. She was stunned by her own appearance. The treatment had indeed made her already beautiful features positively stunning. She turned around, impressed with the changes that had been made, and she found herself giggling at her own radiance.
They took her up several winding stairs until they came to a giant oak door. One of the girls knocked, and the door opened with a slow gravity. Light poured from the room, and Adianne could tell that magic was enhancing the torches' natural light. The girls who had helped her faded back, and Adianne stepped into the room alone. The door shut behind her.
"Welcome, Adianne. So good to hear that you've decided to join my order!" The man sitting at the table, the voice that Adianne had heard her first night, was an impressive sight. He was plainly human, and his silver robe sat loosely on a healthy, broad-shouldered frame. As she approached the table, she noticed that a few more girls were waiting at either side with platters of food. "Come, sit down, let's eat!" the man invited. Adianne sat down.
"So you were joking when you called me 'young one?'" Adianne, at eighty, was young for an elf, but this man looked no older than thirty-five.
"Not by any means. Remember, magic is creating universes. In the universe that is this tower, my body does not age. I have been working my magic craft for many hundreds of years, and some of my human girls have been here nearly as long. You are an acolyte wizard, dear. You should know that appearances deceive." He waved his hand, and the serving girls came forward with plates of roast beef, spinach, and fine bread. Another poured wine into both man and elf's glass. Adianne took the wine greedily and began to drain it. Its pleasant taste resembled apples, and the alcohol did not seem very strong. It must be mixed with water. She finished the glass and motioned for the server to pour another. The man sedately cut his food up.
"So why do you have all these women here?" She took another drink of her wine. "No, wait. Before you answer that, what's your name?"
"I am Obed, Wizard. And to answer your other question, my research is funded by wealthy kings and merchants. They supply me the paper and ink and other things to create my books, and they also bring me tomes from around the world. In return, I give them potions to help them with women."
"You mean like that stuff they put on me that tickled me to death?"
Obed chuckled. "Yes, that is one of my most popular brews. You would be amazed at how quickly heretics and disobedient concubines come in line when tickled within an inch of their lives!" He chuckled again. "But my inquisitors told me that you were beginning to... enjoy it towards the end."
Adianne blushed; could they really tell what had happened to her on that last tickling? She tried to return to her question. "So why are all your apprentices women?"
"Because I research on them! And of course, tickling isn't all we do--I also create magic oils that make women agreeable, potions that make them forget, all kinds of magic liquid. And I need women to experiment on. Besides, if one of them finds it agreeable, we also find some diversion together!" He eyed her hungrily, and she tensed slightly as she took another drink.
"Well, my dinner seems to be done. Is my initiation over?"
The wizard turned his right hand palm up and raised it from the table to shoulder level, and without warning Adianne floated out of her chair and into the air. "It has yet to begin, dear. Azhmukholok!" Adianne's robes and shoes disappeared, and she found herself once more floating in midair with only her undergarments between her and the wizard.
"No! I don't want any more of this!"
"Ah, but you agreed to the initiation, did you not?" He had begun to turn his hand again, and slowly Adianne floated and rotated so that she was face up, directly in front of the wizard. "You see, what you experienced when my inquisitors increased the amount of tickling potion on your feet is the secret to my kind of magic. I'm going to initiate you now. Jeanne! Bring some of that wine she was drinking!" The elven girl did so, and Obed poured it on his hand. He began to rub it on Adianne's feet, and she came to an awful realization.
"You made me drink tickling potion!"
"I did not make you drink anything, but you certainly seemed to enjoy it! And what did you drink--four, five glasses?" He began to laugh.
"But I thought it had to be rubbed on!"
"Ah, but it's much more potent when ingested. And I know a spell to make it even better! Shall I try it?" He stepped back and began waving his hands. Adianne screamed, but his spell was completed, and she could feel even her light silk undergarments tickling her hips and breasts. Even suspended by magic, she began to squirm. "Ah, Adianne, did you think that we could not tell? This very tower is magical, my dear, and when you were being tickled before, you let the tower know everything."
"What do you mean?"
"The tower knew that you were a novice magician of some skill. That's why I wanted to initiate you rather than sell you."
"It could tell that?"
"On the very first night. And it also told me that you were rather surprised to find out how ticklish your ribs are!" With that he began to work his fingers up and down her rib cage, playing with each in turn with speed and firmness. Adianne began to scream, but it turned quickly into a child's squeal as the magic worked its way. Adianne's long brown hair thrashed as the master of tickling played and pressed on her ribs. Sweat immediately began to run, and her verbal protests lasted no longer than a few seconds. All the could do thereafter was abandon herself to her wild laughter, knowing that this was the most intense tickling that she had ever endured and that she could do nothing about it. She lost track of time, but she knew very well when he stopped.
"And the walls also told me how much you wished you could put your arms down when my women did this!" He dug deep into her armpits, making her hips and head thrash in uninhibited syncopation. The tickling was awful, but she began to feel something else. Even through the terrible touches, because of the terrible touches, she could sense the lines and arcs of magic that held her wrists in place. Seh had no control even over her body; she could not hope to will them away. All the same, as her tortured voice began to sound like it was coming from somewhere else, she was beginning to experience a new sight. As the sight was becoming clearer, Obed stopped again. She kept giggling as he moved towards her midsection.
"I can tell you're starting to get it. This is why this is an initiation rather than just torture, my dear. Normal women would only experience the touch and the madness, but you are beginning to see as a wizard sees. But on to our task at hand. Do you like to have your tummy tickled?"
Adianne wanted desperately to become a wizard, but her ticklish body took control of her words. "NO! Please, don't tickle me any more! I can't take any more!"
The old/young wizard took delight in this, and he began to scribble his fingers over the surface of her sweaty, twitching belly. Her muscles were already sore from laughing so hard, and that soreness translated into even more susceptibility to his flying fingers. She wriggled this way and that as she giggled, and every few seconds he would reach a hand down and begin to squeeze her hips, a move that made her buck and squeal every time he did it. He seemed to enjoy this part particularly, and he tickled her belly and hips for quite a while. Again Adianne could feel the magic forces around her, and when she forced her eyes open for a moment, she thought that she could even see the web that held her. But before she could enjoy this new enlightenment, the tickling fingers once again overwhelmed her reason, and she closed her eyes and began giggling and squealing again.
Without even stopping, the wizard moved down to her legs, leaving her sore stomach muscles still twitching from the tickling and as always sore from laughing. He scratched the undersides of her thighs, her inner legs, the backs of her knees. Adianne did not care what kind of new sights she was seeing; this had to stop. But again, when she tried to protest, her words failed her, and she lapsed back into frantic laughter. This time the wizard took particular delight in squeezing her leg above the knee, sending shockwaves all the way up to her hips and making her squeal even higher than ticklish squeezes to her hips had done. After several minutes of this, The wizard stopped and rotated Adianne so that her head was well above his and her feet were at his chest level.
Adianne giggled. "Please, I feel initiated. I don't need any more."
"I am your master now, Adianne. I will decide when you've had enough." With one finger he began to trace a line from her ankle down the back of her heel and up the outside of her foot. Even this light touch was torture, and Adianne begged that he stop. She could feel that the potion inside her, and the potion that he had rubbed on, and the magic spell that he had cast, were adding up to make her feet unbearably ticklish. He reached her little toe and continued to move his finger around the outside of her toes, brushing them where the nail stopped and the toe began. He reached her big toe and started down the instep. This really was torture, and Adianne began to squirm in the air as the giggles started to return amid her begging. He reached the heel again, and he brought the other hand up to begin tickling in earnest. Adianne dropped silent for one last moment of dignity.
The moment ended. The wizard began to tickle the bottoms of her soft heels with five fingers to a foot. Adianne bucked and screamed, not out of protest as much as sheer physical reaction. Her will had already been broken, but her body still could not take this awful tickling. She could not even remember what it felt like to walk on these heels; they were only tickle targets to her now. He shaded slightly forward and began to get to the softest parts of the soles, but he flew over them with a scramble that drew a squeal and began to attack the balls of her feet. Adianne's shoulders quaked as Obed tortured her with touches that never would give her the relief of being painful. He stopped on the balls of her feet and rested all ten fingers on the delicate, smooth skin of the centers of her soles. She only looked at him; she knew that no begging would stop him now. He set into her, drawing squeals and laughter that denied even her own fatigue. Her hair was now drenched, and had the makeup not been magical, it certainly would have run all over her face. Even in utter resignation, her poor feet protested, and her entire body quaked as the sadistic wizard tickled her. Had her mind been on it, she would have realized that now she could see the magic eminating from the wizard's very person. As it was, her mind had shut down; the tickling was now going through her body unchecked, and every part of her skin sung with ticklish exultation. The wizard stopped and allowed a few moments for Adianne to recover her senses.
"Yes, the walls here tell us everything, Adianne. They told me that every spot that I touched just now would tickle you terribly. But they also told me where you dread being tickled in a way that ordinary women cannot dread." Adianne knew precisely what he was talking about, and she shook her head feebly as the wizard produced from his silver robe a string of feathers like the women had used on the day she accepted the initiation. But then her horror only increased as he pulled three more such strands out and began to wave his hands. The strings floated towards her feet by the power of his magic, and they found the gaps between her toes without delay. As the wizard looked on and laughed, Adianne's exhausted body once more came to life with squeals and shrieks and laughter that was completely void of resistance. She no longer hated Obed. She could not desire escape. She now lacked even the ability to want the tickling to stop. Now there was only the laughter. However much she wanted to leave her body, there she was, tickled with each pass of the strings, lit up like a candle when the strings moved from one gap to another. Her beautiful voice moved in elven arpeggios as her giggling floated through the night. Time was no more. When the strings stopped, the wizard lowered her into his arms and set her on a couch in the room. Adianne stayed there, still giggling like a daydreaming schoolgirl, now a part of the order.
In the years to come, Adianne learned the ways of magic from Obed. She became an inquisitor for a while, disappointed to learn that she would mostly tickle ordinary girls for the sake of breaking them into harems, but still enjoying them. And she would learn the kind of delight that an inqisitor experienced preparing a young wizardess for initiation. The master still tickled Adianne on occasion, and the other girls quite frequently. Eventually, perhaps a hundred years later, Adianne became masterful enough that the master let her leave the tower and begin her own, independent career as a wizard. But these tales are not for here and not for now. Farewell, ticklers.
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Well, I hope that those of you who were waiting for the second and third installments were not disappointed. Now I've got to dream up another scenario to write--what fun! As always, feedback is appreciated.
Kid Indy
