Amateur Witch Revenge

"Laura watched the imp trapped in the containment chest, her flushed face filled with impotence and rage, while her feet, immobilized and perfectly exposed, trembled before the imminent threat of the tentacles that swayed around her like hungry serpents.

The young woman crossed her arms, enjoying the spectacle, and let out a mocking laugh.
—Well? Where is that great confidence you had last time? —she asked with feigned curiosity, leaning slightly forward to look the creature in the eyes—. You said I didn’t know what I was doing? This time, I’ve prepared a good binding spell... and a few additional security measures. Do you think I’m properly prepared this time?

—Get me out of here, human, right now! —the imp spat, though her tone was no longer as threatening. In her golden eyes, there was a flash of panic—. This is an outrage!

Laura let out a cold laugh, moving closer to the chest.
—An outrage, you say. Do you remember what you did to me last time? How you mocked me? How you left me on the floor, completely humiliated? No, darling. There’s no escape today. Today, you’re the one who will learn a lesson.

The imp struggled, but the tentacles began to move, slowly sliding toward her immobilized feet. The creature swallowed hard, her fingers instinctively tightening as she felt the soft initial caresses.
—W-Wait! We can negotiate! —she said quickly, trying to remain calm—. Yes! I’ll give you power, knowledge, whatever you want. Just let me out of here!

—Hmm... Of course, you will, in due time. But, you know, for now, I think I prefer to enjoy the upcoming show.

With a snap of her fingers, Laura gave the order. The tentacles launched into action, moving with expert precision over the imp’s feet. The creature let out a scream that quickly turned into uncontrollable laughter.

—HAHAHAHA! NOOO! STOP! PLEASE! NO MORE! —she screamed between frantic laughs, her attempts to move useless against the restraints that kept her feet perfectly helpless and exposed.

—Stop me? —Laura repeated with an ironic smile, casually swinging a leg as she watched the scene—. But we’re just getting started.

The tentacles were meticulous. Some traced slow, firm lines across the arches, others focused on the pads beneath her toes, and some slid between them, exploring every sensitive corner. The imp’s laughter was so intense that she could barely breathe.

—How’s that? —Laura asked sarcastically—. Didn’t you like the tickling so much? Is it fun when you’re on the other side?

—HAHAHA! NOOO! STOP! PLEASE, I’M SORRY! —the imp pleaded, tears rolling down her cheeks as her body, trapped and immobilized by the tentacles inside the chest, trembled with exhaustion.

Laura feigned compassion, leaning in a little closer to the creature.
—Oh, you’re sorry? How touching. But I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet. Maybe an entire night will help you reflect.

The imp looked at Laura with a mix of panic and desperation, pleading for mercy between her laughter. Laura ignored her pleas and settled comfortably on top of the chest, enjoying the view. Every time the tentacles changed strategy, the imp’s laughter grew even more intense.

—You know, next time you think about mocking someone, maybe you’ll remember this —Laura added—. As for me, I’ll stay here for a while, enjoying the show. This is so much fun. Tomorrow, there’ll be time for the exchange of forbidden knowledge.

Minutes passed, and the imp’s pleas turned into mere gasps and weak laughs as the tentacles continued unrelenting, without respite. Laura enjoyed her triumph, sitting comfortably on top of the chest, though she was starting to feel sleepy.

—I think that’s enough for today —Laura said, standing up and stretching calmly—. It’s been fun, but I need to rest. Since I see you’re having such a great time, I think I’ll leave you here enjoying the tickling.

—No, please! Don’t leave me like this! —the imp begged, her voice broken between laughs—. I’ll do whatever you want, I promise! Just stop this!

Laura smiled indifferently, crossing her arms.
—I’m sorry, but I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet. But I have certainly learned not to trust what you, or any other infernal being, can do without being under strict... control.

Laura abandoned her prisoner and, after closing the basement door, climbed the stairs tired but with her mind still buzzing from what had just happened. As she prepared for bed, she thought about all the knowledge now within her reach, and the questions she would ask the next day. Demonology, infernal magic, secret rituals—everything she could extract from the creature would be useful. Her mind was filled with these technical doubts, about how to gain more power.

However, as she lay in bed, something changed. Suddenly, the image of the imp’s red feet, so vulnerable and helpless, invaded her mind. She hadn’t really considered it until now, but for the size of the creature, they were relatively large, though quite beautiful, and they seemed very soft. She closed her eyes, but couldn’t help but smile at the idea that maybe, the first question she would resolve the next morning wouldn’t be about magic at all. Maybe it would be how many laughs and pleas she could get out of her prisoner using her fingernails.😈"

sweet and cruel revenge. A continuation of a story I posted two weeks ago, and while it had a good ending for me, I just don’t think Laura herself could let it end that way. There’s nothing more delicious than seeing the roles reversed, especially when the one who started it all didn’t see it coming. 🤭