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PART III
“Wakey, wakey little witch. We haven’t gotten the information we need yet.”
Phoebe came to groggily to the sound of a strange voice in her head, in addition to her sisters talking in the background. She also felt a strange sensation on her ribs. The last thing she could remember was the sorceress licking and tickling her feet; it was the worst tickling she had even endured and she deduced that she must have passed out from lack of oxygen. After a few seconds the grayness cleared and she realized where she was again.
“Tickle tickle Phoebe. Come on now, passing out like that really sets me behind my timeline.” Chiandra was now behind her, speaking in her ear while her fingers were gently scratching her sides.
Phoebe squirmed under the woman’s fingers, which were hardly touching her but still tickled. She erupted in giggles as her head finally cleared. “Heee heheheee, quit it, ha haha heheeeeee, s-s-stopp! I th-thought it was just, he heheheheeeee, a-a-, ha hahahaaa, bad dream. Hey, quit! He heheheheeeeee, ohhhhh no, no-no more, hahahaaaa hahahaaa aaahhh, ah ha ha ha, t-tickling!”
Chiandra smiled as she continued to torment her ticklish prey. Her sides were extremely ticklish too, and she began to prod and dig a little bit more to get her going. She also started whispering in her ear, which caused Phoebe to really start bucking again.
“Waaaa hahahaaa, ooohhh n-no, t-ttickleeee, ha hahaha ha haha, stop-p-ppp! Hahaha ha haha aaaaahh, oohhhhhh no, ehheheheeeeeee!”
“Leave her alone already, you extra-dimensional bitch,” demanded Piper, “she’s had enough!”
“Wait your turn,” cooed the torturer, then she returned to taunting her prey.
“Hahahahaha, aaahhhh, n-nooo, hahahaa! It t-t-tickless, heheeeeee, oooh God, s-ss-ttoppp, hahaha ha haha!”
The sorceress tickled her sides and belly for a few minutes, and soon Phoebe was laughing hysterically again and struggling frantically to escape the torture. Her laughter was like music that filled the small room. “You are the most ticklish girl I’ve ever seen, Phoebe. Is there anywhere that you aren’t ticklish? How about here? Kootchie, kootchie, koo.” Chiandra went for her underarms.
“WAAAAA AHHHH, HA HAHAHAHAAAA, OOOHHHH N-N-NO, NOT THERE!!! HA HAHAHA, EEEEE HEHEHEEEE, AWAAAAAHAHAHAHA!”
Just when the sisters thought she was going to tickle Phoebe into unconsciousness again, she changed gears and stopped tickling the brunette; instead, she began to gently rub and caress her breasts through the cotton T-Shirt.
“W-what are you doing?” demanded Phoebe indignantly, “stop that you pervert!”
The tall blonde ignored Phoebe’s protests, as well as her sisters who again demanded for her to stop, and started whispering her spells in the witch’s ears again.
“What is she whispering, Paige”
“I don’t know,” replied the redhead, “some weird spell. All I know is that it made me way more ticklish!”
Chiandra continued to fondle her captives ample breasts, and after a minute Phoebe’s struggling and refusals disappeared. She lost control of her will and was becoming seduced by the wonderful feelings moving through her body.
“Oh my God,” said Piper, “she’s going to get her off!”
“Mmmmmnnnn,” breathed Phoebe as the blonde’s hands continued their sexual exploration. Her nipples were hard as rocks rubbing against the cotton T-Shirt, and incredibly sensitive as the beautiful woman persisted. “Ohhhh yeah, mmmnnnnnn.” Phoebe began to rhythmically sway with the sorceress’ hands, lavishing the attention her chest was receiving.
“Phoebe fight it. Don’t let her do this!”
“Forget it,” said Paige off-handedly, “she’s in a pleasure coma. Her nipples are ready to poke a hole in her shirt. Unless we get a miracle soon, the Book of Shadows is as good as gone.”
“What about me,” said Piper defensively, “maybe I can hold out.”
“Piper, you’ll give it the college try, but you’re almost as ticklish as Phoebe. And if she starts pushing your buttons like that, we’re sunk.”
Chiandra paused in her incantations and begin kissing Phoebe’s neck. Then her hand snuck down her belly and slipped into her pajama bottoms. As soon as it found its mark, Phoebe bowed up like a cat begging to be pet, thrusting herself onto the traveling digits.
“Ohh God, yeah! More, more!”
“I’m going to stop little witch, unless you start reciting the incantation. The more you recite, the farther I bring you. Do you want me to stop?”
No, don’t stop,” she moaned as her body instinctively thrust itself upon the woman’s skilled hands. And she began enumerating the spell; in between lines she moaned and whined in ecstasy as the woman brought her closer and closer to orgasm. When she finished the spell, Chiandra was true to her word and massaged her aching groin expertly.
Phoebe was thrusting her pelvis up and down hungrily, as much as she could in the bonds, and her cries were escalating in pith and intensity.
Paige and Piper looked at each other uncomfortably. “If having orgasms like that is a byproduct of her empath power, I want to trade my power in.”
“OH GOD! YES! YES! MMMNNNN! YES!” Phoebe was now having spasms in her chair as the most intense orgasm she had ever felt ripped through her entire body. It sent cataclysmic waves of pleasure washing over her from head to toe, and lasted for at least two minutes before she could stop screaming and bucking. Finally she collapsed in her bonds, sweaty and drained from the tickle torture, then the orgasm. She felt as if she were going to explode.
She looked at her sisters in despair, “I’m sorry guys. I don’t know what happened – I lost control of myself. I guess you’re our only hope Piper.”
Piper looked at her sisters with feigned strength as the tall blonde moved over to her chair.
“Wakey, wakey little witch. We haven’t gotten the information we need yet.”
Phoebe came to groggily to the sound of a strange voice in her head, in addition to her sisters talking in the background. She also felt a strange sensation on her ribs. The last thing she could remember was the sorceress licking and tickling her feet; it was the worst tickling she had even endured and she deduced that she must have passed out from lack of oxygen. After a few seconds the grayness cleared and she realized where she was again.
“Tickle tickle Phoebe. Come on now, passing out like that really sets me behind my timeline.” Chiandra was now behind her, speaking in her ear while her fingers were gently scratching her sides.
Phoebe squirmed under the woman’s fingers, which were hardly touching her but still tickled. She erupted in giggles as her head finally cleared. “Heee heheheee, quit it, ha haha heheeeeee, s-s-stopp! I th-thought it was just, he heheheheeeee, a-a-, ha hahahaaa, bad dream. Hey, quit! He heheheheeeeee, ohhhhh no, no-no more, hahahaaaa hahahaaa aaahhh, ah ha ha ha, t-tickling!”
Chiandra smiled as she continued to torment her ticklish prey. Her sides were extremely ticklish too, and she began to prod and dig a little bit more to get her going. She also started whispering in her ear, which caused Phoebe to really start bucking again.
“Waaaa hahahaaa, ooohhh n-no, t-ttickleeee, ha hahaha ha haha, stop-p-ppp! Hahaha ha haha aaaaahh, oohhhhhh no, ehheheheeeeeee!”
“Leave her alone already, you extra-dimensional bitch,” demanded Piper, “she’s had enough!”
“Wait your turn,” cooed the torturer, then she returned to taunting her prey.
“Hahahahaha, aaahhhh, n-nooo, hahahaa! It t-t-tickless, heheeeeee, oooh God, s-ss-ttoppp, hahaha ha haha!”
The sorceress tickled her sides and belly for a few minutes, and soon Phoebe was laughing hysterically again and struggling frantically to escape the torture. Her laughter was like music that filled the small room. “You are the most ticklish girl I’ve ever seen, Phoebe. Is there anywhere that you aren’t ticklish? How about here? Kootchie, kootchie, koo.” Chiandra went for her underarms.
“WAAAAA AHHHH, HA HAHAHAHAAAA, OOOHHHH N-N-NO, NOT THERE!!! HA HAHAHA, EEEEE HEHEHEEEE, AWAAAAAHAHAHAHA!”
Just when the sisters thought she was going to tickle Phoebe into unconsciousness again, she changed gears and stopped tickling the brunette; instead, she began to gently rub and caress her breasts through the cotton T-Shirt.
“W-what are you doing?” demanded Phoebe indignantly, “stop that you pervert!”
The tall blonde ignored Phoebe’s protests, as well as her sisters who again demanded for her to stop, and started whispering her spells in the witch’s ears again.
“What is she whispering, Paige”
“I don’t know,” replied the redhead, “some weird spell. All I know is that it made me way more ticklish!”
Chiandra continued to fondle her captives ample breasts, and after a minute Phoebe’s struggling and refusals disappeared. She lost control of her will and was becoming seduced by the wonderful feelings moving through her body.
“Oh my God,” said Piper, “she’s going to get her off!”
“Mmmmmnnnn,” breathed Phoebe as the blonde’s hands continued their sexual exploration. Her nipples were hard as rocks rubbing against the cotton T-Shirt, and incredibly sensitive as the beautiful woman persisted. “Ohhhh yeah, mmmnnnnnn.” Phoebe began to rhythmically sway with the sorceress’ hands, lavishing the attention her chest was receiving.
“Phoebe fight it. Don’t let her do this!”
“Forget it,” said Paige off-handedly, “she’s in a pleasure coma. Her nipples are ready to poke a hole in her shirt. Unless we get a miracle soon, the Book of Shadows is as good as gone.”
“What about me,” said Piper defensively, “maybe I can hold out.”
“Piper, you’ll give it the college try, but you’re almost as ticklish as Phoebe. And if she starts pushing your buttons like that, we’re sunk.”
Chiandra paused in her incantations and begin kissing Phoebe’s neck. Then her hand snuck down her belly and slipped into her pajama bottoms. As soon as it found its mark, Phoebe bowed up like a cat begging to be pet, thrusting herself onto the traveling digits.
“Ohh God, yeah! More, more!”
“I’m going to stop little witch, unless you start reciting the incantation. The more you recite, the farther I bring you. Do you want me to stop?”
No, don’t stop,” she moaned as her body instinctively thrust itself upon the woman’s skilled hands. And she began enumerating the spell; in between lines she moaned and whined in ecstasy as the woman brought her closer and closer to orgasm. When she finished the spell, Chiandra was true to her word and massaged her aching groin expertly.
Phoebe was thrusting her pelvis up and down hungrily, as much as she could in the bonds, and her cries were escalating in pith and intensity.
Paige and Piper looked at each other uncomfortably. “If having orgasms like that is a byproduct of her empath power, I want to trade my power in.”
“OH GOD! YES! YES! MMMNNNN! YES!” Phoebe was now having spasms in her chair as the most intense orgasm she had ever felt ripped through her entire body. It sent cataclysmic waves of pleasure washing over her from head to toe, and lasted for at least two minutes before she could stop screaming and bucking. Finally she collapsed in her bonds, sweaty and drained from the tickle torture, then the orgasm. She felt as if she were going to explode.
She looked at her sisters in despair, “I’m sorry guys. I don’t know what happened – I lost control of myself. I guess you’re our only hope Piper.”
Piper looked at her sisters with feigned strength as the tall blonde moved over to her chair.
