Emilia

Emilia and Sally had lots of things to talk about this evening. They sat on her bed again and talked about the spells, about Sally's non verbal skills and all sorts of other things.

Suddenly Sally turned pretty silent.

“What?”, Emilia asked.

“Im sorry. I… I should have helped you!”, she said quietly and lowered her head.

“You did help me? I mean, without you I still wouldn't talk to anyone. It would still be pretty lonely that way!”

“Not what I mean… I made fun of you too Emilia. Like everyone else.”

She was visibly sorry.

Emilia didn't know what to say. This entire conversation was very uncomfortable to her.

“Do you remember that one time?” Sally whispered. “When… when Steward caught you with his bondage curse? I...”

Sally stopped talking, searching for words.

“Well, lets be honest, its hard to forget”, Emilia said after a short time of silence.

“Your spell today was so quick Emilia, I hardly remember it. But it must have been so … awful when they cornered you. I cant imagine this tickle spell while being tied and…” Sally seemed genuinely concerned, but she didn't know what to say. She couldn't undo it, she could just apologize.

“It wasn't so bad”, Emilia almost answered, decided against it however. She didn't want to lie.

“Well”, she started, “I guess it was, actually, pretty awful…”

“I laughed at you Emilia. I laughed when you… when your… when they broke you.”

“I don't blame you Sally! THEY tortured me, not you!”

Tortured. Sally looked up. She hadn't really thought about it, but Emilia's choice of words sank in. Yes, they had. They cornered her, tied her up and made her suffer any way possible. Her bullies had tortured her, and the entire class had watched.

Sally remembered the few instances she was tickled as pretty tough. Usually it just had been friends who poked her ribs and sides though, nothing comparable to what they had done to Emilia. And even THAT already was hard.

Emilia didn't like where this conversation headed. She wanted to have a good time with Sally, and not talk about her past. The memory of her torment was still very vivid. It was one of her worst memories.

After a teacher had intervened she had fled into a bathroom stall and cried, wrapping her arms around her torso and rubbing the parts of her hands where the ropes had cut into. She had cried, and cried, and cried; the tears didn't stop and she had been shaking uncontrollably. Never had she felt so violated before.

The tickling hands from the spell had been all over her, playing with her ribs, squeezing her thighs, slipping under her armpits and through her shoes to her feet, and no matter how much she had turned and twisted, there had been no escape.

Even after she had been in the stall for a long time, she still had felt them on her body despite her own arms that were tightly wrapped around her. The feeling had been so cruel, she had screamed so loud her own ears had hurt while her laughter had seemed to come out of no where, as if it was ripped out of her.

After 3 hours, when she had left the stall again, she had made a promise to herself to get better at fighting and to never be overpowered like that again.

“I mean, you didn't join, did you?” Emilia asked. She just assumed she didn't, but overall she wasn't sure. There had been too many people and too many spells, she never knew who had casted which spell, which made it even worse.

“No, no I didn't, I swear”, Sally said.

Emilia forced a grin, trying to chase away the memories.

“Oh that's a pity”, she said.

Sally looked at her confusedly.

“I mean,”, Emilia explained, “That would have been the first thing I would have made you “practice” defending next time”.

Her grin became even wider as Sally's mouth opened.

“I uhm...”, Sally started, not sure what to answer. There was this sparkle in Emilia's eyes again.

Emilia laughed.”Don't worry about it. Its over, okay?”

Sally seemed pleased now, or at least Emilia hoped so. She didn't know what she would have said if Sally had tortured her too, but it didn't matter now. Emilia wanted to forget it and move on.

They continued talking for a bit until Emilia went to her bed. Her thoughts circled around this day.

She thought about the fighting and the group, trying to push away the memories about that tickle spell in class.

She thought about Sally being her best friend, about Sally all tied up, Sally's blonde hair strand when she was exhausted. She thought about herself being tormented in class again, Sally's red cheeks after fighting, Sally tied up, herself being tormented in class, the way Sally flipped her around cheekily, Sally tied up, her hair strand, Sally tied up and her wide eyes when she realized her situation, how she writhed, the muffled scream, the ropes around Sally's chest, her blue, big eyes -

Emilia hadn't realized how her breath became quicker. The image of Sally laying helplessly in front of her seemed to be permanently burned into her head.

Emilia had never realized how beautiful Sally was – her round hip that moved up and down as she tried to roll over, the delicate features on her shoulders and neck that stood out due to her arms being forced back, her round breasts that were beautifully framed by the rope, her ribcage that stood out in the unnatural position, and how her chest pushed against the tight ropes to breath. She remembered how her movement made her shirt slip up a bit, revealing a small part of her belly.

Emilia's head was dizzy. She wanted to see it again. She wanted to hear her muffled sounds, trying to form words. She wanted to see how Sally arched her back, pushing up her breasts in her attempts to move. She wanted to see how she tried to resist, how she twisted and turned, how her eyes begged her to stop and release her – and she wanted to do the exact opposite. She wanted to continue with… whatever this was.

Emilia's hand wandered between her legs. She was dripping wet. She wondered how it had felt for Sally. When she was tied up in class it was quite a shock. She had seen many images of people being tied up, mainly from cartoons as a child or action and horror movies, but it looked so different to what it felt like.

She remembered how her arms suddenly had been locked to her upper body, how her legs were rendered useless and how the ropes wrapped around her as if they would hug her. She hadn't even been able to roll on her stomach. If Sally could have rolled over? Maybe, if she had pushed with her legs. Emilia thought she could have kneeled next to her, she could have pulled up her thin shirt even further.

Was Sally ticklish? She didn't know. Maybe her sides were, she was in the perfect position to tickle her sides. How soft her skin would feel like, if she just circled her fingertips on her sides?

The ropes would have stopped her from pulling the shirt over her breasts, but if she removed that rope -

It took Emilia's entire willpower to not moan as a wave of pleasure shot threw her. She had masturbated in bathroom stalls before, but this now was different. With a few more circling motions on her clit she started trembling. She put one hand over her mouth to silence herself otherwise she probably would have screamed when the orgasm hit her. ‘What would it feel like if it was Sally's hand?’

“God, what is she doing to me”, she thought after the last wave subsided. She tried to keep her breath slow and silent. Sally was sleeping already but Emilia feared she would wake her up.

Emilia's head was empty all of a sudden, although she still couldn't get rid of the image of Sally in front of her. For a few minutes Emilia watched the moonlight shining through her window until she fell asleep as well.