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The Magician, Part 1 (vines/F)
Lede, Celia, Arial and Rafel, being the adventurous travelers that they were, took the role of bounty hunter from time to time, when gold was tight. Of course they never took the most dangerous jobs; after all, they were just four women who had met by chance, and decided to travel together under common goals. They were far from out of the ordinary, and knew they would never be able to tackle more than half of the persons whom had committed some forms of mass murder of the sort.
The person who they were looking for, a certain Odessius The Minor, a minor magician who had focused his powers in earth elementals, had committed several small acts of theft with his magic’s. A witness had seen him last fleeing into a great wood, never before traveled, and therefore uncharted. But of course he would hide in a forest, where his powers would be in their strongest, and to top it was uncharted. Oh, he could easily navigate it, just by talking to small animals and maybe even the tree's if they wished to listen to the words of a traveling man, and thus must know the entire lay-about of the forest. In a worst-case scenario, the forest would aid him in hiding, and perhaps go so far as to hint him of intruders.
Thus, with the odds set against them, the four stopped just outside of the woods, so as not to be overheard by any would be spies. They discussed their plans. "I believe the safest path would be to zig zag through the woods, root him out of where-ever the fool is," suggested Arial.
"No no, this 'great forest' is much too large for such an expedition," said Rafel, "If we are to get this done, we would need to split into smaller parties, and start from opposing ends of the forest, to converge in the middle."
"The middle?" sounded Arial and Celia at the same time.
"Fools... his powers are strong here. Of course he would hide in the middling areas. From there he can best control his strengths, and most likely the whole forest if necessary." spoke Lede in her drawling accents. A dusty character, Lede, who had spent most of her life studying books and scrolls of old. She sounded very much a scholar at times, but that was most likely due to the fact that she had been a scholar for years, thought Rafel. Boring, but a magician was usually dusty and drab, not nearly as exciting as children’s stories made out. Her powers extended to water and earth, so she could sense the powers of this forest, and perhaps use it to their own gain. But unfortunately she didn't have the innate abilities required to become a Grand Magician, much less a Minor, so her powers were limited. Surely no match for a Grand Magician, not even a Minor Magician at that. Still...a scholar would at least have a small sense as to knowing something would happen, and a split second might just save a life. She was dull indeed, but helpful nonetheless.
Through more planning it was decided. Rafel was to travel with Lede to the far end of the forest, careful not to enter it until they had to. Celia and Arial were to enter from their current position due nightfall. Rafel cursed under her breath at the setup, knowing that this may be fatal, but dared not argue that Arial and Celia weren't exactly bright. Being good friends, they would want to travel together. And talk. That was what Rafel feared the most, their talking. Certainly, wanderers had traveled through these woods before, but what if they brought up the wrong subject. Any words of bounty hunting in the past, or adventuring for that matter, would set the wood talking as if a fire had caught ablaze deep in the forest. Rafel would not make the same mistake though, and maybe Celia and Arial's miss-steps would play in her favor, like they had in tasks that had occurred beforehand. Perhaps, she thought, the trees and animals would be so distracted with the news of the supposed bounty hunters, that they would ignore us, the real threat. She could only hope.
And then night came, and Celia and Arial readied to leave their small camp. It would be a long journey without horses. Oh, they had read fairy tales as children, and in some horses had deceived their masters to earth Minors before, so that they would be freed later on. And these old horses, not old in age, but had been with their party for years, and knew them well. So they walked off, putting out their campfire, and traveled the wood.
Many thoughts flew through Arial's head as they walked, one being how men had often come onto both Celia and Arial in the past. They both had shoulder length red hair, and looked the part of twins really, so that friends would try and seduce them in pairs. Celia had the most beautiful blue eyes, Arial had to admit. She knew hers to be a dull brown, nothing much to look at. It was in that fact that Arial was jealous of Celia. But of course she had never admitted that to another soul, not that it mattered much anyway. They both were shapely of body, though they had a few hidden scars from battles fought. Nothing major. Other than that, they appeared to be average travelers, and Arial deeply hoped they didn't bring too much attention to themselves. About 5 miles into the woods, Arial noticed mud creep through her sandals and in between her toes. She squealed. Of course sandals weren't traveling footwear, but they were the most comfortable things she had, and at the time she hadn't considered such ordeals. Now she deeply wished she had worn thick-knee high boots, like the ones Celia wore, cursing the squelch squelch of her footsteps.
As the night grew colder she also began to wish she had dressed appropriately, leaving most of her skin uncovered. Well, it had been a hot day. Celia, again, had thought ahead and wore heavier clothing, leaving no trace of skin other than her neck, hands, and face showing.
The mud under foot wasn't too bad for a while, only being deep enough to suck the sole of her sandal into it, slightly covering her soles and the sides of her feet. The squelch squelch of her steps sent shivers up Arial's spine. She cursed Celia's choice of paths though when the mud began to grow deeper, now covering her feet entirely. It was beginning to become hard to pull her feet out of the mud completely, making a loud squelch each time she did. The only problem Celia seemed to have was keeping her knee high boots on. The mud seemed to suck them off an inch or so each time she pulled her feet out, and she had to straighten them each time, losing precious seconds per step.
A mile later, she noted that this must be a swamp of some sort, now that the mud came to her calves. Indeed, she was now finding it hard to keep her own sandals straight on her feet, even with the straps around her ankles. She began to ponder taking them off and going it barefoot, as if it would matter anyway. After a bit of thought she decided it safer for her soles to keep the thin straps on, since they did protect her from sticks and stones, at the least.
She kept feeling something brush her feet, slightly tickling them. She could only have heard her giggles, and facing Celia's back, she could not have seen her smiles at each brushing pass. It only occurred every once and a while, not frequently, but there seemed no pattern to it either.
About ten minutes since the last tickling brush, she pulled her right foot free of the mud to discover it bared. She had lost her sandal in the muck, with little hope of finding it. Balancing on the remaining foot in the mud, she reached down with her arm to search through the muck briefly. No luck. She grabbed onto a vine, or something, and lost her balance. Her right foot went into the swamp, mud squishing through her toes as it sought balance. Her next step revealed her left foot bare. Odd, she thought, but she continued. I can always buy myself new sandals were all that was on her mind. Within a few steps she realized she couldn't pull her ankles up now. She pulled as hard as she could, but realized something was wrapped around her ankles. They felt something like vines, similar to the one she had accidentally grabbed earlier. A tip to a third vine found her left sole, and wiggled as if testing, and she squeaked. The magician, she gasped. The mud was packed deeply on top of her foot, making it a struggle to wiggle it away at all. Flapping it with all her might, she became fearful that the vine could move much faster in the mud, and had now quickened its pace.
"EEP! The magician!" squeaked Arial from behind. The girl had been quiet the whole trip, and now she reveals they know of the magician! What a fool! Turning to curse her near sister, she found Arial laughing. Laughing, at a time like this? Odd. The fool girls’ mad laughter soon filled the area around them, and Celia noticed that the girl seemed to be struggling to move. She quickly moved her knees back and forth, appearing to try to be...escaping...from something. All she said though was hehehe, and hahaha, with stop and help thrown in places. Her arms were wrapped around her stomach, and it appeared to be all she could do from falling over into the mud.
Vines slowly wrapped themselves around her wrists, seemingly from nowhere. Arial struggled, but the vines must have been strong, stronger than her at least. Slowly, her arms stretched out to the side of her head, straight up, her body forming a Y. Now vines started to find their way to her body, and move methodically around, touching her slightly with their tips. Some were even wrapped around her torso, vibrating in a ticklish manner. Celia realized what was happening just as a vine wrapped around her torso. The vines...the minor magician is controlling them, to tickle her? It made sense now though, since it stopped them without hurting them in any way. The poor girl, her feet had been wrapped with vines for who knows how long, and them being under the mud, she had no way of knowing.
Arial struggled against her vine bondage. It felt like iron though, and somehow the vines tickling her were light as a feather, and tickled madly. In-between her toes was now a wriggling vine, and intent downwards and folded back up so that it rested in-between each toe on each foot. This enabled the vines wiggling to tickle in-between her toes, which was maddening in itself, and then the tips themselves to tickle the bottoms of her toes. Agonizing. Her feet were the primary target of the vines evil deeds, it appeared. She could feel several tips moving about on each sole, driving her wild. Struggling had been given up a while ago, the vines holding her were too tight. Sagging at the knees, she just laughed, and kept laughing, despite the seriousness of the situation. The vines had discovered the hollows of her underarms, and with 3 vines there each, or at least she thought there were, she soon lost the ability to make any sound whatsoever. Just limping, being held only by the vines, and silently laughing, this became a constant torture for her. The most tickling came from the large vine wrapped around her middle. It was large enough that it wrapped around twice, covering her entire stomach and rib cage area, but it vibrated somehow. The way it vibrated, it seemed to tickle every part of her abdomens at once, but this alone seemed to tickle more than anything else.
Through closed eyes tears raged down her cheeks, laughing so hard she was crying now. It felt like an eternity, but at most couldn't have been more than 20 minutes. With her eyes closed, she could no longer see Celia. Her last vision of the woman had been her turning around to discover Arial's predicament, but right at that time more vines had discovered her feet and armpits, and she could no longer keep her eyes open. Now she heard a scream, and tried to open an eye to check on her friend. With only half her left eye open, and full of tears at that, she couldn't make Celia out clearly. But she seemed to float in midair, and it appeared that the vines had found her, too. Though Arial had no idea what was going on, she didn't care; the tickling was horrible. Then the vines took on a new strategy, stopped weaving small circles with their tips but caressing her in waves, both in her armpits and on her feet. She screamed loudly.
Celia flinched when Arial screamed, then became very limp, and giggled occasionally, her muscles spasming from the vines. Her torture had already started, one vine wrapped around her ankles holding her legs together tightly, and another at her wrists, pulling her arms above her head. Unlike Arial though she had heavier cloths on, and the vines had to search through them to find her soft flesh, but within minutes she was laughing just as hard, with a vine down either arm sleeve, the tips drawing circles on her bare armpits. Since being hefted into the air, her body had been switched so that it was horizontal with the ground, and the vines only held her at her ankles, wrists, and the one wrapped around her middle once or twice. That one vibrated, causing the most tickling of all to her. She had tried to struggle free, but the vines had an iron-like grip, and she knew she couldn't break free after a few minutes, but continued trying, hoping. The laughter erupting from her was becoming louder, more desperate by the minute.
At least, she thought, my feet are safe, with the tight knee high boots on, the vines couldn't reach them. As a child, her older brothers for fun had tickled her. Growing up on a ranch had been boring, and her brothers enjoyed tickling her until she peed herself, or her mother had come to yell at the evil villains tormenting her. Their favorite spot had been her feet. Holding her down so she couldn't escape, they would slowly draw fingers up either of her soles, causing her to laugh uncontrollably, asking her if it tickled. Oh, they were truly evil when it came to tickling her feet, knowing it drove her crazy.
Time seemed to slow to a crawl, and Celia quickly lost track. 1 minute, ten minutes, maybe an hour had gone by. She wondered how long this would go on, or rather, how much more she could take. The answer came to her, when she heard leather rip. A soft wind blew, and she felt it on the sole of her left foot. Writhing, trying harder than ever to escape from the vines, she realized how utterly hopeless it was. No one would be within ten miles of outskirts of the forest, and they were deep within it. There was absolutely no chance that they would be saved. Struggling to open her eyes, she saw that Arial had lost consciousness, only being held by the vines. It was a struggle just to make the shape of Arial out, with tears filling her eyes. Her second sole was bared to the cold night when she closed her eyes as tight as possible, and yelled at the top of her lungs, to no avail.
The vines attacked both of her bare soles at once, two vines for each foot. She had been terrified that the tickling would be just as bad as her brothers all those years ago, but swiftly realized that whatever she had felt then, was nearly ten times worse now. Sweat coated both feet, and dripped down in some places, which drove her mad in itself. The boots had been warm, of course, and she had struggled for a while, so her feet were hot and the night air felt good on them. But that also left them soft, more susceptible to tickling.
Not to mention only the soles of her boots had been removed. Somehow, the vines had a mind of their own, and could think. Doing this made it impossible to wiggle away from the vines at all, what with her ankles being held. As soon as the vines touched her soft soles, her laughter became desperate, for the few minutes that she could at least. Within minutes, she could no longer laugh, but gaped, mouth wide open, without a sound leaving it.
What she felt on her feet was horrible. The vines could somehow control their textures, and became like feathers. On each foot, one vine would stroke around the middle and arch region of her foot, and the other her immobile toes. At a last attempt to protect herself from the excruciating tickling, she attempted to clench her toes. The vines had been clever though, and only ripped so much of the soles of the boots off that it left her feet bare. Celia hadn't realized that about an eight'th of an inch had been left of where her toes had been, and this held them there tightly. And the vines could reach under that, so that even that part of her wasn't safe. Although the methods weren't exactly creative, they did their job by torturing the victim well enough. The vine stroking her toes merely went from her pinky toe to her big toe, and back, just stroking there. But the vine was large enough so that it reached just under her toes, which, Celia decided, tickled the most. They were the size of two fingers put together, the vines, and the ones near the middle of her foot were horrible. It seemed they had a set pattern, which formed an oval around her sole. Drawing slowly up her arch, circling underneath her toes, then drawing a thick line down the edge of her foot. Occasionally, it would stop the oval formation and slightly brush inside of the small oval it drew, which caught her off guard and produced a scream of agony every time. And this occurred on both soles.
Celia could only with stand 10 minutes of this torment, before she too, dropped into unconsciousness.
End of Part 1
The Magician, Part 1 (vines/F)
Lede, Celia, Arial and Rafel, being the adventurous travelers that they were, took the role of bounty hunter from time to time, when gold was tight. Of course they never took the most dangerous jobs; after all, they were just four women who had met by chance, and decided to travel together under common goals. They were far from out of the ordinary, and knew they would never be able to tackle more than half of the persons whom had committed some forms of mass murder of the sort.
The person who they were looking for, a certain Odessius The Minor, a minor magician who had focused his powers in earth elementals, had committed several small acts of theft with his magic’s. A witness had seen him last fleeing into a great wood, never before traveled, and therefore uncharted. But of course he would hide in a forest, where his powers would be in their strongest, and to top it was uncharted. Oh, he could easily navigate it, just by talking to small animals and maybe even the tree's if they wished to listen to the words of a traveling man, and thus must know the entire lay-about of the forest. In a worst-case scenario, the forest would aid him in hiding, and perhaps go so far as to hint him of intruders.
Thus, with the odds set against them, the four stopped just outside of the woods, so as not to be overheard by any would be spies. They discussed their plans. "I believe the safest path would be to zig zag through the woods, root him out of where-ever the fool is," suggested Arial.
"No no, this 'great forest' is much too large for such an expedition," said Rafel, "If we are to get this done, we would need to split into smaller parties, and start from opposing ends of the forest, to converge in the middle."
"The middle?" sounded Arial and Celia at the same time.
"Fools... his powers are strong here. Of course he would hide in the middling areas. From there he can best control his strengths, and most likely the whole forest if necessary." spoke Lede in her drawling accents. A dusty character, Lede, who had spent most of her life studying books and scrolls of old. She sounded very much a scholar at times, but that was most likely due to the fact that she had been a scholar for years, thought Rafel. Boring, but a magician was usually dusty and drab, not nearly as exciting as children’s stories made out. Her powers extended to water and earth, so she could sense the powers of this forest, and perhaps use it to their own gain. But unfortunately she didn't have the innate abilities required to become a Grand Magician, much less a Minor, so her powers were limited. Surely no match for a Grand Magician, not even a Minor Magician at that. Still...a scholar would at least have a small sense as to knowing something would happen, and a split second might just save a life. She was dull indeed, but helpful nonetheless.
Through more planning it was decided. Rafel was to travel with Lede to the far end of the forest, careful not to enter it until they had to. Celia and Arial were to enter from their current position due nightfall. Rafel cursed under her breath at the setup, knowing that this may be fatal, but dared not argue that Arial and Celia weren't exactly bright. Being good friends, they would want to travel together. And talk. That was what Rafel feared the most, their talking. Certainly, wanderers had traveled through these woods before, but what if they brought up the wrong subject. Any words of bounty hunting in the past, or adventuring for that matter, would set the wood talking as if a fire had caught ablaze deep in the forest. Rafel would not make the same mistake though, and maybe Celia and Arial's miss-steps would play in her favor, like they had in tasks that had occurred beforehand. Perhaps, she thought, the trees and animals would be so distracted with the news of the supposed bounty hunters, that they would ignore us, the real threat. She could only hope.
And then night came, and Celia and Arial readied to leave their small camp. It would be a long journey without horses. Oh, they had read fairy tales as children, and in some horses had deceived their masters to earth Minors before, so that they would be freed later on. And these old horses, not old in age, but had been with their party for years, and knew them well. So they walked off, putting out their campfire, and traveled the wood.
Many thoughts flew through Arial's head as they walked, one being how men had often come onto both Celia and Arial in the past. They both had shoulder length red hair, and looked the part of twins really, so that friends would try and seduce them in pairs. Celia had the most beautiful blue eyes, Arial had to admit. She knew hers to be a dull brown, nothing much to look at. It was in that fact that Arial was jealous of Celia. But of course she had never admitted that to another soul, not that it mattered much anyway. They both were shapely of body, though they had a few hidden scars from battles fought. Nothing major. Other than that, they appeared to be average travelers, and Arial deeply hoped they didn't bring too much attention to themselves. About 5 miles into the woods, Arial noticed mud creep through her sandals and in between her toes. She squealed. Of course sandals weren't traveling footwear, but they were the most comfortable things she had, and at the time she hadn't considered such ordeals. Now she deeply wished she had worn thick-knee high boots, like the ones Celia wore, cursing the squelch squelch of her footsteps.
As the night grew colder she also began to wish she had dressed appropriately, leaving most of her skin uncovered. Well, it had been a hot day. Celia, again, had thought ahead and wore heavier clothing, leaving no trace of skin other than her neck, hands, and face showing.
The mud under foot wasn't too bad for a while, only being deep enough to suck the sole of her sandal into it, slightly covering her soles and the sides of her feet. The squelch squelch of her steps sent shivers up Arial's spine. She cursed Celia's choice of paths though when the mud began to grow deeper, now covering her feet entirely. It was beginning to become hard to pull her feet out of the mud completely, making a loud squelch each time she did. The only problem Celia seemed to have was keeping her knee high boots on. The mud seemed to suck them off an inch or so each time she pulled her feet out, and she had to straighten them each time, losing precious seconds per step.
A mile later, she noted that this must be a swamp of some sort, now that the mud came to her calves. Indeed, she was now finding it hard to keep her own sandals straight on her feet, even with the straps around her ankles. She began to ponder taking them off and going it barefoot, as if it would matter anyway. After a bit of thought she decided it safer for her soles to keep the thin straps on, since they did protect her from sticks and stones, at the least.
She kept feeling something brush her feet, slightly tickling them. She could only have heard her giggles, and facing Celia's back, she could not have seen her smiles at each brushing pass. It only occurred every once and a while, not frequently, but there seemed no pattern to it either.
About ten minutes since the last tickling brush, she pulled her right foot free of the mud to discover it bared. She had lost her sandal in the muck, with little hope of finding it. Balancing on the remaining foot in the mud, she reached down with her arm to search through the muck briefly. No luck. She grabbed onto a vine, or something, and lost her balance. Her right foot went into the swamp, mud squishing through her toes as it sought balance. Her next step revealed her left foot bare. Odd, she thought, but she continued. I can always buy myself new sandals were all that was on her mind. Within a few steps she realized she couldn't pull her ankles up now. She pulled as hard as she could, but realized something was wrapped around her ankles. They felt something like vines, similar to the one she had accidentally grabbed earlier. A tip to a third vine found her left sole, and wiggled as if testing, and she squeaked. The magician, she gasped. The mud was packed deeply on top of her foot, making it a struggle to wiggle it away at all. Flapping it with all her might, she became fearful that the vine could move much faster in the mud, and had now quickened its pace.
"EEP! The magician!" squeaked Arial from behind. The girl had been quiet the whole trip, and now she reveals they know of the magician! What a fool! Turning to curse her near sister, she found Arial laughing. Laughing, at a time like this? Odd. The fool girls’ mad laughter soon filled the area around them, and Celia noticed that the girl seemed to be struggling to move. She quickly moved her knees back and forth, appearing to try to be...escaping...from something. All she said though was hehehe, and hahaha, with stop and help thrown in places. Her arms were wrapped around her stomach, and it appeared to be all she could do from falling over into the mud.
Vines slowly wrapped themselves around her wrists, seemingly from nowhere. Arial struggled, but the vines must have been strong, stronger than her at least. Slowly, her arms stretched out to the side of her head, straight up, her body forming a Y. Now vines started to find their way to her body, and move methodically around, touching her slightly with their tips. Some were even wrapped around her torso, vibrating in a ticklish manner. Celia realized what was happening just as a vine wrapped around her torso. The vines...the minor magician is controlling them, to tickle her? It made sense now though, since it stopped them without hurting them in any way. The poor girl, her feet had been wrapped with vines for who knows how long, and them being under the mud, she had no way of knowing.
Arial struggled against her vine bondage. It felt like iron though, and somehow the vines tickling her were light as a feather, and tickled madly. In-between her toes was now a wriggling vine, and intent downwards and folded back up so that it rested in-between each toe on each foot. This enabled the vines wiggling to tickle in-between her toes, which was maddening in itself, and then the tips themselves to tickle the bottoms of her toes. Agonizing. Her feet were the primary target of the vines evil deeds, it appeared. She could feel several tips moving about on each sole, driving her wild. Struggling had been given up a while ago, the vines holding her were too tight. Sagging at the knees, she just laughed, and kept laughing, despite the seriousness of the situation. The vines had discovered the hollows of her underarms, and with 3 vines there each, or at least she thought there were, she soon lost the ability to make any sound whatsoever. Just limping, being held only by the vines, and silently laughing, this became a constant torture for her. The most tickling came from the large vine wrapped around her middle. It was large enough that it wrapped around twice, covering her entire stomach and rib cage area, but it vibrated somehow. The way it vibrated, it seemed to tickle every part of her abdomens at once, but this alone seemed to tickle more than anything else.
Through closed eyes tears raged down her cheeks, laughing so hard she was crying now. It felt like an eternity, but at most couldn't have been more than 20 minutes. With her eyes closed, she could no longer see Celia. Her last vision of the woman had been her turning around to discover Arial's predicament, but right at that time more vines had discovered her feet and armpits, and she could no longer keep her eyes open. Now she heard a scream, and tried to open an eye to check on her friend. With only half her left eye open, and full of tears at that, she couldn't make Celia out clearly. But she seemed to float in midair, and it appeared that the vines had found her, too. Though Arial had no idea what was going on, she didn't care; the tickling was horrible. Then the vines took on a new strategy, stopped weaving small circles with their tips but caressing her in waves, both in her armpits and on her feet. She screamed loudly.
Celia flinched when Arial screamed, then became very limp, and giggled occasionally, her muscles spasming from the vines. Her torture had already started, one vine wrapped around her ankles holding her legs together tightly, and another at her wrists, pulling her arms above her head. Unlike Arial though she had heavier cloths on, and the vines had to search through them to find her soft flesh, but within minutes she was laughing just as hard, with a vine down either arm sleeve, the tips drawing circles on her bare armpits. Since being hefted into the air, her body had been switched so that it was horizontal with the ground, and the vines only held her at her ankles, wrists, and the one wrapped around her middle once or twice. That one vibrated, causing the most tickling of all to her. She had tried to struggle free, but the vines had an iron-like grip, and she knew she couldn't break free after a few minutes, but continued trying, hoping. The laughter erupting from her was becoming louder, more desperate by the minute.
At least, she thought, my feet are safe, with the tight knee high boots on, the vines couldn't reach them. As a child, her older brothers for fun had tickled her. Growing up on a ranch had been boring, and her brothers enjoyed tickling her until she peed herself, or her mother had come to yell at the evil villains tormenting her. Their favorite spot had been her feet. Holding her down so she couldn't escape, they would slowly draw fingers up either of her soles, causing her to laugh uncontrollably, asking her if it tickled. Oh, they were truly evil when it came to tickling her feet, knowing it drove her crazy.
Time seemed to slow to a crawl, and Celia quickly lost track. 1 minute, ten minutes, maybe an hour had gone by. She wondered how long this would go on, or rather, how much more she could take. The answer came to her, when she heard leather rip. A soft wind blew, and she felt it on the sole of her left foot. Writhing, trying harder than ever to escape from the vines, she realized how utterly hopeless it was. No one would be within ten miles of outskirts of the forest, and they were deep within it. There was absolutely no chance that they would be saved. Struggling to open her eyes, she saw that Arial had lost consciousness, only being held by the vines. It was a struggle just to make the shape of Arial out, with tears filling her eyes. Her second sole was bared to the cold night when she closed her eyes as tight as possible, and yelled at the top of her lungs, to no avail.
The vines attacked both of her bare soles at once, two vines for each foot. She had been terrified that the tickling would be just as bad as her brothers all those years ago, but swiftly realized that whatever she had felt then, was nearly ten times worse now. Sweat coated both feet, and dripped down in some places, which drove her mad in itself. The boots had been warm, of course, and she had struggled for a while, so her feet were hot and the night air felt good on them. But that also left them soft, more susceptible to tickling.
Not to mention only the soles of her boots had been removed. Somehow, the vines had a mind of their own, and could think. Doing this made it impossible to wiggle away from the vines at all, what with her ankles being held. As soon as the vines touched her soft soles, her laughter became desperate, for the few minutes that she could at least. Within minutes, she could no longer laugh, but gaped, mouth wide open, without a sound leaving it.
What she felt on her feet was horrible. The vines could somehow control their textures, and became like feathers. On each foot, one vine would stroke around the middle and arch region of her foot, and the other her immobile toes. At a last attempt to protect herself from the excruciating tickling, she attempted to clench her toes. The vines had been clever though, and only ripped so much of the soles of the boots off that it left her feet bare. Celia hadn't realized that about an eight'th of an inch had been left of where her toes had been, and this held them there tightly. And the vines could reach under that, so that even that part of her wasn't safe. Although the methods weren't exactly creative, they did their job by torturing the victim well enough. The vine stroking her toes merely went from her pinky toe to her big toe, and back, just stroking there. But the vine was large enough so that it reached just under her toes, which, Celia decided, tickled the most. They were the size of two fingers put together, the vines, and the ones near the middle of her foot were horrible. It seemed they had a set pattern, which formed an oval around her sole. Drawing slowly up her arch, circling underneath her toes, then drawing a thick line down the edge of her foot. Occasionally, it would stop the oval formation and slightly brush inside of the small oval it drew, which caught her off guard and produced a scream of agony every time. And this occurred on both soles.
Celia could only with stand 10 minutes of this torment, before she too, dropped into unconsciousness.
End of Part 1
