Yes, but first you give her a 'hand'- two in fact!

With a final, lingering grope of her heaving breasts, you pull away and begin to walk off, leaving Einamina in her compromised position. Before you go however, you murmur a few words and you conjure a set of ethereal, phantasmal hands that materialize in your wake. These ghostly appendages immediately take up where your real hands left off, their translucent fingers kneading and squeezing the soft flesh of Einamina's breasts with an almost reverent focus. You also take the time to renew the bindings- the spell Professor Thornweave placed would have faded away in a few minutes, and you can't have that.

The phantasmal hands work with an eerie precision, tweaking her exposed nipples and sending fresh waves of unwanted pleasure coursing through her body. Einamina squirms and writhes, trying desperately to evade the ethereal touch, but the magical hands are relentless, following her every movement with an unnerving persistence.

The elf girl lets out a strangled, muffled scream around her gag, her body trembling with a mixture of fury, humiliation, and unwanted arousal. Tears stream down her flushed cheeks as she realizes she is trapped, at the mercy of your conjured tormentors. The phantasmal hands continue their lewd ministrations, kneading and squeezing her breasts, tweaking her nipples, as you give her ass a slap the match the one she gave you yesterday and walk away with a triumphant laugh ringing through the silent hallway- "don't worry Einamina", I call back "I'm quite sure you'll make it to your next class!" She doesn't notice the note you stuck to her ass as you spanked it.

Einamina's eyes dart around the hallway desperately, searching for any sympathetic soul who might come to her aid. But she finds none. Most of the students have already dispersed, heading to their next classes or retreating to their dorms, leaving the elf girl alone with her humiliation and her tormentors.

The bell rings out, signaling the start of the next period. Einamina ignores it, her mind focused solely on escaping this degrading situation. She begins to shuffle in the direction of the residence halls, planning to make a run for her dorm room where she can find a way to free herself from her bindings.

But just as she takes her first step forward, the phantasmal hands tighten their grip on her nipples, tugging her gently but firmly in the opposite direction. The ethereal fingers wrap around the swollen buds, pulling with an otherworldly strength that makes Einamina gasp around her gag.

At first, the tug is gentle, almost playful, as if the phantasmal hands are simply trying to guide her. But with each passing second, the pressure increases, the ghostly fingers digging deeper into her sensitive flesh. Einamina struggles against the pull, trying to avoid being dragged along, but she has to relent to lessen the pain as the ghostly hands pull her insistently down the hallway by her teats.

The elf girl lets out a strangled, **** whimper, her eyes wide with horror as she realizes the hands are dragging her in the direction of her next class. She tries to dig her heels in, to refuse to move, but the hands respond by squeezing her nipples with bruising ****, sending fresh jolts of unwanted pleasure-pain through her breasts.

With a sob of defeat, Einamina begins to shuffle forward, her feet dragging across the floor as the phantasmal hands pull her inexorably towards her next classroom. The ethereal fingers maintain their grip on her nipples, tugging and twisting as they lead their helpless captive down the hallway. All the while, the powder continues it's work, and she's almost grateful for the pressure on her nipples- at least it blocks out the itching sensation there.