"Flagellatio!"

“Damn it damn it damn it! How did that work?”

Susan is at a table in the sealed section of the library, poring over a gigantic stack of occult textbooks. Amy, standing in a pentagram drawn on the floor nearby, bangs on the invisible wall created by the lines of chalk. “Susan! Let me out! I can help you!”

“You’ve done enough damage!” Susan and Amy have just spent the last hour and forty-five minutes dancing stark naked on stage in the lecture theater before hundreds of mesmerized students, and they’re in no mood to keep calm. “I need to wring more knowledge out of you. You’re holding something back. Flagellatio!”

“I’m not… OW! OW OW OW!” Red lines appear across Amy’s bare bottom. She leaps into the air, clutching her backside and howling as the whipping spell does its nasty work. “I don’t know anything! Ow! That stings! Susan, stop!”

“Titillatio!”

“EEHEEHEE! THAT TICKLES! STOOHOOHOOP!”

“There must be a more powerful version of these spells I can use,” mutters Susan, leafing through the books. You creep up behind her and whisper “Subige nos. Duc nos ad inferos,” in her ear. Invisibly, of course. Amy sees you do it, but she’s laughing too hard to shout a warning.

“Yes, of course. The perfect magic spell! It’s just come to me, as if out of nowhere! SUBIGE NOS! DUC NOS AD INFEROS!”

Instantly she’s pulled across the room, as if by magical hands, and forced into the pentagram. Her clothes dissolve, and she’s forced into intimate proximity with naked Amy, tits and sweaty nude bodies pressed up against each other. The effects of the tickling and whipping spells are applied to her, as well.

“WAITNOEEEHEHEEHEEESTOHHHP! OWOWOWWW!”

A gaping hole opens in the floor below the two squealing girls. A wind from beyond howls. Books fly across the room. Meg has to grab her skirt to keep it from flying up as Susan and Amy are sucked, shrieking, down into the black abyss. They sink into the darkness, still begging for mercy until they’re lost from view.

The hole closes with a pop.

“Wow,” says Meg, taking a step forward to study where the hole was. “That was intense. Hey, does this mean we get all Susan’s books?”