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I haven't posted in a while... so let me know what you think. This story is based off of the movie "The Wizard of Oz", so let me know what you think!
Setting: Munchkinland, Players: Elphaba, the Wicked Witch, and Glinda, the Good Witch
After Dorothy had taken off for the Emerald City, Elphaba was enraged. "How could that goody two shoes Glinda let that... BRAT walk off with MY shoes! She doesn't deserve them! I must get them back... but how?" Elphie plotted, and thought of how to seek revenge for hours. It hit her after she read an article out of Shiz about tickling and it's use as a form of torture. "That's it!" She grabbed her broom, and flew off to find Glinda. The two of them were going to have a nice "chat" about the shoes.
Glinda was at home, sitting on her velvet sofa, when her pageboy came through the door. "The Wicked Witch is requesting a visit ma'am. Shall I let her in?" Glinda paused, and said, "Of course! Let the poor thing in!" Elphaba came walking through the door, and made herself comfy on one of the poofs that Glinda had. "My dear, how have you been?" inquired Glinda. "Oh please, don't start that with me. You should know why I've come, and I want what's rightfully mine. I will have those shoes!" Glinda paused, and started walking away to grab more tea, when Elphie locked the door, and walked over to the couch. On the side laid some long velvety robe laces, and she grabbed them while Glinda wasn't looking. As Glinda turned to sit down again, Elphie took her chance, and grabbed Glinda and tied her hands behind her back, leaving her immobile at from the waist up. Elphie than took her and wrapped a cloth around her head to prevent her screams from resonating too long. She tied this with another lace. She then tied Glinda's heeled feet to the edge of the couch, leaving no wiggle room for her ankles. She then moved the poof next to Glinda's feet, and slowly began removing the heels. "Oh my... what soft feet you have Miss Glinda. I wonder... are they... ticklish by chance?" At the word "ticklish" Glinda's eyes widened, and she began to plead through the gag. Elphie just laughed, and ran a single nail up Glinda's now bare feet. Glinda twitched, and giggled into the gag. "Someone's a wee bit ticklish, aren't they?" Elphaba then proceeded to tickle the helpless feet with both hands, and continued for 5 minutes. Glinda was a filthy hot mess once the tickling started. She couldn't do anything but laugh. It was pure torture. "Well, are you ready for me to remove the gag?" Elphaba asked. Glinda nodded. "Will you promise to tell me everything I want to know?" Glinda again nodded. Elphie removed the gag, and asked, "Where is she going? And how can I beat her there?" Glinda told her Dorothy was headed to the Emerald City, and that the only way to get there quicker was by broom, fly through the skies. It shouldn't take more than a day to reach the girl. "Excellent. You've proven to be more useful than you look." Elphie left the Good Witch tied to the chair, and as she left, she told Glinda she would have the shoes, no matter what it took.
End of part one
Setting: Munchkinland, Players: Elphaba, the Wicked Witch, and Glinda, the Good Witch
After Dorothy had taken off for the Emerald City, Elphaba was enraged. "How could that goody two shoes Glinda let that... BRAT walk off with MY shoes! She doesn't deserve them! I must get them back... but how?" Elphie plotted, and thought of how to seek revenge for hours. It hit her after she read an article out of Shiz about tickling and it's use as a form of torture. "That's it!" She grabbed her broom, and flew off to find Glinda. The two of them were going to have a nice "chat" about the shoes.
Glinda was at home, sitting on her velvet sofa, when her pageboy came through the door. "The Wicked Witch is requesting a visit ma'am. Shall I let her in?" Glinda paused, and said, "Of course! Let the poor thing in!" Elphaba came walking through the door, and made herself comfy on one of the poofs that Glinda had. "My dear, how have you been?" inquired Glinda. "Oh please, don't start that with me. You should know why I've come, and I want what's rightfully mine. I will have those shoes!" Glinda paused, and started walking away to grab more tea, when Elphie locked the door, and walked over to the couch. On the side laid some long velvety robe laces, and she grabbed them while Glinda wasn't looking. As Glinda turned to sit down again, Elphie took her chance, and grabbed Glinda and tied her hands behind her back, leaving her immobile at from the waist up. Elphie than took her and wrapped a cloth around her head to prevent her screams from resonating too long. She tied this with another lace. She then tied Glinda's heeled feet to the edge of the couch, leaving no wiggle room for her ankles. She then moved the poof next to Glinda's feet, and slowly began removing the heels. "Oh my... what soft feet you have Miss Glinda. I wonder... are they... ticklish by chance?" At the word "ticklish" Glinda's eyes widened, and she began to plead through the gag. Elphie just laughed, and ran a single nail up Glinda's now bare feet. Glinda twitched, and giggled into the gag. "Someone's a wee bit ticklish, aren't they?" Elphaba then proceeded to tickle the helpless feet with both hands, and continued for 5 minutes. Glinda was a filthy hot mess once the tickling started. She couldn't do anything but laugh. It was pure torture. "Well, are you ready for me to remove the gag?" Elphaba asked. Glinda nodded. "Will you promise to tell me everything I want to know?" Glinda again nodded. Elphie removed the gag, and asked, "Where is she going? And how can I beat her there?" Glinda told her Dorothy was headed to the Emerald City, and that the only way to get there quicker was by broom, fly through the skies. It shouldn't take more than a day to reach the girl. "Excellent. You've proven to be more useful than you look." Elphie left the Good Witch tied to the chair, and as she left, she told Glinda she would have the shoes, no matter what it took.
End of part one
