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Chapter 52 by Zingiber Zingiber

Choose a 7-9 option from TRY TO ACHIEVE YOUR GOAL.

You conjure the Binding Vines but you need Mrs. Travers' help dismissing

Cross off your GOAL and choose one from Having a GOAL:

  • You needed help. Treat as a 10+, but expend a FAVOR or owe your helper a FAVOR (a new GOAL).
  • Also DEAL WITH YOUR HANGER-ON.

Everything goes well as you banish, raise a circle, and conjure the Binding Vines. Sprouting from the floor and coalescing from the air, the leafy vines wrap themselves snugly around Rebecca Honeybee's body. At a nod from Mrs. Travers, you go through the standard operations. Loosen. Catch. Hold. Tighten. Lift up. Set down. Release.

Mrs. Travers tilts her head. "Once more, Redmoor," she says. "Catch, Hold, and Tighten."

You wonder what Mrs. Travers is looking for. You step forward closer to Rebecca. Self-consciously, you go through each of the steps. Catch. The vines circle round Rebecca's ankles and wind round her red and gold House Leontes robes. Hold. They immobilize her arms. One vine curls under the hem of her robe between her legs. Is that right? You recall Rebecca's face in climax, her eyes closing tight, then popping wide open as she rode the pillow between her legs. Tighten...

The vine between Rebecca's legs rises and tightens, wrapping itself around her hips and squeezing rhythmically. Rebecca's eyes widen, looking at you, then glancing toward the class. You're caught at a momentary loss. "It's too tight, Golondrina, make it stop!" she cries. "Stop it, please!" She struggles, but the vines hold her tightly. She whines and the robes between her legs darken as she wets herself with fear.

"Redmoor?" Mrs. Travers says.

You point your wand, commanding the vines to loosen, but they aren't obeying.

The vine between Rebecca's legs wiggles from side to side, tightening and loosening. Rebecca's cheeks flush pink. Her eyes grow vague and look up toward the ceiling. Her hips grind back at the vines, and she lets out a squeal as she achieves climax.

There's a gasp from the class.

"Dismiss, Redmoor," Mrs. Travers directs.

You point your wand and call for a general dismissal. The Binding Vines ignore you. Rebecca's climax rolls on and on as the vines hold her and squeeze her and grind against her sex.

"Wand down, Redmoor," Mrs. Travers snaps at you. She raises her wand and speaks two words. The vines go limp. Three further words dismiss the vines, which evaporate into sparkling vapor. A last word echoes through the classroom, calling a fierce gust of wind that tugs at robes, rattles inkpots, and disarranges any long, unbound hair.

"Rebecca, are you alright for now?" Mrs. Travers asks. Not receiving an immediate answer, Mrs. Travers nods. "Very well. Class dismissed." She takes your hand in her fantastical silver one. "To my office, please," she tells you.

Mrs. Travers offers you a terse critique of the points you missed when completing the Conjuration of the Binding Vines which set things up to make it difficult to dismiss, then sighs and points out what you could have, and should have done to keep control of the vines while you were dismissing them. "Everyone's mind wanders, and everyone can be distracted by a conjuration that escapes control," she says. "You need to be iron-hard on your banishings, Redmoor. Some night you'll neglect a Ward and wake up to a malign Sending, and if a dismissal isn't the first thing on your lips, it will go hard with you."

Mrs. Travers assigns you a rigorous extra lesson in practicing banishings and dismissals.

"Students say I'm lax, but in this matter I am firm," she says. "I won't see you waste yourself through plain carelessness, do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Mrs. Travers," you say.

"Very well, I will inform your Tutor of the extra lesson," Mrs. Travers says. She opens her silver hand and waves it toward the door. "You are dismissed, Redmoor."

Rebecca seizes your hand as you leave Mrs. Travers' office. "Golondrina, how COULD YOU?" she says. "I'm so...AAAAGH!" She's red-faced, her robes soiled, ripped and rent, and she can't even find words. She grips your hand tightly. "How COULD you? We PRACTICED."


Gain +1 XP. You have 7 XP total.

Owe Mrs. Travers a new GOAL (Practice Dismissal, -2 DILIGENCE as a Moderate Goal)

Next: Choose APPEASE, PUT OFF, or DISCOURAGE when you DEAL WITH YOUR HANGER-ON, Rebecca.

Roll +AMBITION(-2)(-1 HANGER-ON, -1 Ambition) to resolve.

Choose APPEASE, PUT OFF, or DISCOURAGE for Rebecca and Roll +AMBITION(-2)

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