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Here is Part 8 of Chapter 7 of The Tickle Cartel. Sorry for the delay; real life and writer's block delayed it.
This will be the second-to-last part of this chapter, and as a warning, it is pretty long.
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Chapter 7: Palace Night: Dungeon, Part 7
“Where are we going this time?” Jen wondered as Kara got up to take them to their next destination.
“We’re going to the research labs of the dungeon,” Kara responded as they headed out the door, waving goodbye to Vicky. “See you later, Vicky. And against my better judgment, Jen, I’m not handcuffing and tickling you on the way to this one. However, I will warn you that if you try and tickle me again, this coming tickling will be much, much worse than I originally planned.”
“Oh, I hadn’t even considered that,” Jen replied. “I’ve had my fun tickling you. Plus, that was a designated time, and I’d prefer not to get in trouble in the Royal Tickle Dungeon.”
“That’s wise,” Kara stated. “In any case, I think you’ll have fun here, even though you’re the one being tickled.” The two walked silently to the research labs, and Kara knocked on the door, followed quickly by someone inside opening it. “Hi, Gretchen; this is Jen. She’s touring around the dungeon, and she’s here to be tickled by some of your tickle laser inventions. Focus on her tummy; it’s super ticklish.”
“Ah, yes!” the scientist answered. “Hello, Jen. As Kara said, my name is Gretchen, and I’m the tickle laser specialist here. You can just wait here while I get a couple of things set up, shouldn’t be long.”
When Jen had walked in, she noticed that Gretchen seemed to be wearing an unusually small amount of clothing for a scientist. She had a white lab coat on, but it only went down to her ribs. That was augmented by the obvious hole on each side that left her armpits completely exposed. Also, she did not have any shoes or socks on, and she had shorts on. Looking around, Jen noticed that all the scientists were wearing the same clothing. ‘I wonder why that is?’ Jen thought to herself. ‘Maybe her clothing exposes her in case someone wants to tickle her? I don’t know; it just seems a bit weird. Anyway, I guess I’m going to be getting tickled by tickle lasers? Another weird thing here. I wonder what that will be like?”
“Come over here, Jen,” Gretchen beckoned her over to what looked like a dentist chair. The first thing Jen noticed about this chair were the added restraints, clearly meant to expose someone’s ticklish spots. Unlike a normal dentist chair, the arms were spread slightly out from the body, giving access to the armpits. Aside from the restraints and the different arm positions, it looked fairly normal, and even comfortable. Jen walked over and sat down in the chair, and she was immediately locked in by Kara and Gretchen. Restraints on the top of her head, along with her wrists, elbows, upper ribs, hips, knees, and ankles made sure that Jen was completely unable to move. “Jen, Kara told me that she wanted to test out the tickle lasers on you. As you may have surmised, this is a tickle lab, and we test all sorts of new torturous equipment to use on the Royal Tickle Dungeon’s prisoners here. The tickle lasers directly stimulate the nerves of the spot where they hit, and they are quite ticklish. To start with, I’m going to use the light lasers. These have already been tested and proven to work, but I figure we should start here before we use the new and more torturous laser tools on you. You ready to be tickled?”
“I guess so,” Jen responded.
Inside, Jen was a little unsure of herself, ‘New and more torturous devices? Are they actually planning to tickle torture…?’
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jen’s thoughts had been interrupted and her mouth had been opened by the sudden application of a laser on her bare belly. She immediately began to squirm the small amount that the table allowed. “IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES!”
‘How does this tickle so much?’ Jen internally wondered as she felt the laser travel over her torso. ‘Is it really going straight to my nerves? That’s so crazy! But also, it’s really cool that they can do that.’
“I’m glad to hear that it tickles; it wouldn’t be much of a tickle tool if it didn’t,” Gretchen responded to Jen’s descriptive laughter. “Let’s see what part of this midriff is most ticklish.”
“AHAHAHAHAHA IHIHIHIHITS MOHOHOHOHOVIHIHING!” Jen laughed out another description as the tickle laser targeted different spots on her stomach. Both of her sides, the top of her midsection, the bottom of her belly, each side of the front of her abdomen, and her bellybutton each got around thirty seconds of focused laser tickling as Gretchen examined her to see what got the best reaction. Jen protested the random movements of the tickle laser, which did not test the spots in any real order, but just moved around to whatever spot Gretchen wanted to tickle next. “AHAHAHAHA EHEHEHEHE STAHAHAHAP MOHOHOHOVIHIHING!”
“Oh, you don’t like the tickle tests, Jen?” Gretchen teasingly questioned. “They’ll be over soon, and then you can focus on just laughing hysterically as I get your worst spot.” As she danced the laser around the ticklish tummy, Gretchen quickly came to the conclusion, as several others had before her, that Jen’s navel was definitely the hottest of all the hot spots on her midriff. “Ooh, based on my testing, it looks like I’ve found a tickle button on you, Jen. Is that bellybutton of yours hyper ticklish? Let’s do some more testing to make sure.”
“AHAHAHAHAHA!” Jen was overwhelmed with laughter when she felt the laser’s intensity go up a notch as it went back in her bellybutton. “WAIHIHIHIHIT! THAHAHATS SOHOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUCH WOHOHOHORSE!”
“Oh, you bet it is,” Kara’s voice entered the conversation, whispering right into Jen’s ear. “And it’s only going to get worse from here. That laser has more than one setting on it, including one that will make it cover your entire tickle button instead of having to move around inside it. It’s going to tickle a lot more, Jen, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. You’re going to get tickled until I tell Gretchen to let you go.”
‘No, not the teasing!’ Jen was nearly completely preoccupied with the tickling, but Kara’s teasing in her ear was taking up the rest of her thought process. ‘The tickling is exhausting, and you’re just making it worse with those tickly teases.’
“AHAHAHAHA IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHCKLEHEHES!” Jen laughed as she tried to squirm around; however, the tickle chair prevented any real motion. “AHAHAHAHA! TOHOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUHUCH!”
“That tickles too much, Jen?” Kara’s whispers went to Jen’s other ear. “Oh, no, what would you do if I, say… told Gretchen to increase the tickle laser intensity and its reach? How much trouble would you be in then? How much, Jen? Would you be completely out of your ticklish mind? Let’s find out.” Kara stepped back from Jen’s ear and instructed, “Gretchen, show Jen what happens when you put that tickle laser on level seven instead of three. Also, widen it so it covers all that navel of hers.”
Obediently, Gretchen twisted the dial on the side of the laser up to seven, and Jen’s eyes bugged out when she felt the tickle laser’s intensity increase, “AHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHO!” That was not even the worst part, as Jen suddenly felt all the nerves in her bellybutton reacting to an increasingly intense tickling covering every part of her tickle button.
‘It tickles, it tickles!’ Jen’s mind went frantic. ‘Oh, it tickles so much on my bellybutton; it’s so much more tickly than I thought it would be. However, I guess it is pretty fun. I can just let myself go and laugh at it.’
And that’s exactly what Jen did, laughing out, “AHAHAHAHA SOHOHO TIHIHICKLEHEHE! AHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Tickles a lot more, doesn’t it, Jen?” Kara’s teasing whispers returned to Jen’s ear as the ticklee laughed hysterically. “We’re going to tickle, tickle, tickle you until we’ve had enough. Doesn’t matter how much it tickles to you; only thing that matters is how much fun we’re having.”
Jen could not respond verbally to Kara’s teases, so she did the next best thing and responded internally, ‘Well, you have as much fun as you want; I’ll join you. This is some of the best tickling I’ve ever received. I’m having lots of fun with this tickle torture laser. I’d even go as far as to say that it’s just a tickle laser; drop the torture because there’s nothing torturous about it. This is great!’
“Tickle, tickle, tickle, ticklish Jen!” Kara’s teases continued. “Gonna get your tickle button with all the tickle lasers that we have! Just sit back and laugh; it’s all you can do!” The teasing and tickling continued for another couple of minutes, and then Jen’s laughter began to die down. Kara finally addressed Gretchen again, “Gretchen, let’s give her a break. She seems like she needs one. Get the big tool out.” Gretchen turned the tickle laser off, but Jen could still feel phantom tickling in her navel, and she continued to giggle while Kara switched back to teasing her, “That was terribly tickly, wasn’t it, Jen? That tickled so much, tickled you out of your mind? Well, that’s the light tickle tool we’ve got here. The next one, now that one’s intense. It’ll tickle, tickle, tickle torture your tummy so much that you won’t even be able to hear me. But I’ll be here, telling you all about the tickling so you can hear as much of it as possible.” After that, Kara gave Jen a rest while the phantom tickles died down and Jen recovered her breath.
Following a couple more minutes of rest, Gretchen spoke up again, “Jen, are you recovered from the tickle laser?”
“I guess so,” Jen answered, her voice clear. “What’s next?”
“I’m glad you asked,” Gretchen said with an evil smile as she picked up a large machine.
Looking at the machine, Jen shivered as she thought of what it could do, ‘That machine looks larger than any normal tickle machine. I think it could fit around any part of my body with that hole in the middle. Is it supposed to go over my belly, and if so, what exactly does it do?’
“This is one of the new pieces of tickle laser equipment I’ve been testing out,” Gretchen explained. “I call it the Stomach Solver. Basically, I put hundreds of miniature versions of that tickle laser I was using on you in this. It will go around your tummy, and when I turn it on, it will test your tickle spots to see where you’re most ticklish. Then it will move the lasers so that as many as possible are tickling that worst spot of yours. Of course, it doesn’t leave the rest of your belly alone; that will continue to be tickled, but by less lasers than your most ticklish spot. Ooh, one more thing. The lasers on your most ticklish spots will be turned to higher intensity settings so that they tickle more. Any questions?”
‘She’s really going to put that whole thing around my belly?’ Jen internally questioned. ‘That does sound like tickle torture, especially with all the lasers she says it has. Hmm, do I have any questions to actually ask her?’
“How intense will this thing be on my most ticklish spot?” Jen inquired.
“Well, it depends on how many lasers are targeting it,” Gretchen responded. “Since your bellybutton is so ticklish, it will probably be pretty high intensity, since it can’t aim as many lasers in there. Think of that one laser I was using on you, but with several of them and each at double the intensity. So, any more questions, or are you ready to start?”
‘Oh, no, that sounds terrible,’ Jen panicked. ‘This is definitely going to be tickle torture.’
“No more questions, Jen?” Gretchen provided one last chance before continuing, “Then let’s get this thing fitted around that ticklish tummy of yours and get it started.”
Kara helped Gretchen fit the Stomach Solver around Jen’s midriff as Jen considered her situation, ‘So, this… thing is going to tickle my belly with a bunch of lasers, and they’re going to target my most ticklish spots? You know, I guess it could be fun. I mean, it’s just tickling. I can take tickling. I’ve been taking tickling all day. I’m going to have fun with this.”
“Ready, Jen?” Gretchen stepped back after the Stomach Solver was fitted.
“Yeah, you ready for the tickling of a lifetime?” Kara returned to whispering in Jen’s ear. “This is going to be…”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jen easily drowned out Kara’s voice as Gretchen pressed a button above Jen’s navel and turned the Stomach Solver on.
‘It tickles! It tickles!’ Jen could only internally describe what was being done to her. ‘It’s so terrible! It’s getting all over my tummy!’ The Stomach Solver started out by spreading all its lasers out to tickle all over its ticklee’s midsection, which tested out the basic ticklishness of its intended target. After five seconds, it had its data, and then the focused trials began. ‘My sides! Wow, that tickles a ton! They’re crawling there. How is this happening?’ True to Jen’s observation, the machine had turned off all lasers except the ones on Jen’s sides, and those lasers were turning on and off in a motion to stimulate tickling moving up and down the target. The machine mixed it up thirty seconds in, tickling in towards the middle of one side while going from bottom to top and back on the other.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle, ticklish Jen!” Jen made out the continuing teasing from Kara as the Stomach Solver changed tactics a couple of minutes after starting in on her sides.
‘My back,’ Jen internally recognized the next target as she began to relax. The machine went up, down, across, and in all random patterns for a minute, trying and failing to find a real ticklish area there. While Jen was still laughing, it was nothing compared to her sides.
“You’re so…” Kara’s voice was cut off as the Stomach Solver switched spots.
‘No! Not my tummy!’ Jen panicked as she felt lots of lasers target the front of her torso. Despite the back tickling not being that ticklish to Jen, it had made her help the machine significantly for the next part of the testing. In her natural reaction to back tickling, Jen had arched her back, pushing the front of her belly closer to the Stomach Solver and making it more prone to the sudden swap. ‘This is tickling too much! It’s unbearable!’ Jen sucked her stomach back towards where the back ticklers had just been, but the tickling continued unabated, as the lasers could easily reach anything within the machine. Lasers crawled over her ticklish tummy, different ones turning off and on in seemingly random patterns. ‘Stop this! It’s too terrible! Get it off!’
However, the lasers were not quite done, and following four minutes of tickling the front of her midriff, they went in for the kill. ‘No, not there! Anything else! Anywhere else!’ Having long forgotten about her desire to have fun with the Stomach Solver, Jen’s panic grew with the ticklish effects of the laser. As the final spot, several lasers targeted Jen’s navel, causing wild resistance from the Stomach Solver’s victim. ‘Please! Get out of there! I can’t take this! It’s pure tickle torture!’ Bucking and squirming as much as she could, which was hardly at all, Jen attempted to enforce her will and get the lasers out of her tickle button. If she had been able to hear anything, she would have heard Kara teasing her about having such a ticklish bellybutton, but that was lost in her laughter.
Jen never got the relief she was hoping for, as lasers were moved and rotated to focus on her more ticklish spots. All of a sudden, she realized that her entire midsection was being tickled, with the focus being on her hyper-ticklish navel, the front of her abdomen, and her sides. Few lasers were tickling her back, just enough to get her to arch her back slightly and expose the more ticklish front of her belly. As the lasers deviously danced all over her most ticklish spot, Jen was reduced to hysterical laughter and pleading, “AHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHO STAHAHAHAHAP!” Her limited squirming and resisting were covered up by the Stomach Solver and went unnoticed by Kara and Gretchen, who closely observed her to make sure she was still breathing fine. “PLEHEHEHEHESE! TUHUHUHURN IHIHIHIHIT OHOHOHOHOFF!” Jen continued to laugh hysterically and unsuccessfully try to squirm away for another ten minutes, but when she started showing signs of being out of breath, Gretchen quickly hurried over and finally acknowledged her request.
“Well, Jen, have we sufficiently exhausted you?” Kara’s voice finally became audible once the Stomach Solver was off. Even though she could finally hear her teasing tickler, Jen was much too exhausted to respond, and she just slumped in her bonds. Jen stayed there for another few minutes as her restraints and the machine were removed, curling up in her tickle chair. After letting Jen rest up a little, Kara addressed her again, “Jen, that’s all for the research labs, and we should get going now.” While Jen refused to get up initially, she jumped up and away when Kara skittered her fingers up an unprotected side. Gretchen quickly grabbed the ticklee and held her arms behind her back, leaving Jen vulnerable to another tickle attack. Now having all the power, Kara placed her nails on Jen’s midriff and asked, “You ready to go now, Jen?” Too exhausted to take another tickle attack, Jen nodded her head in agreement, and the Dungeon Tickler removed her nails, ordering Gretchen, “Let her go. We need to move on.” Gretchen complied, and Kara helped Jen move on to their last tour spot in the Royal Tickle Dungeon.
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Chapter 7: Palace Night: Dungeon, Part 9
This will be the second-to-last part of this chapter, and as a warning, it is pretty long.
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Chapter 7: Palace Night: Dungeon, Part 7
“Where are we going this time?” Jen wondered as Kara got up to take them to their next destination.
“We’re going to the research labs of the dungeon,” Kara responded as they headed out the door, waving goodbye to Vicky. “See you later, Vicky. And against my better judgment, Jen, I’m not handcuffing and tickling you on the way to this one. However, I will warn you that if you try and tickle me again, this coming tickling will be much, much worse than I originally planned.”
“Oh, I hadn’t even considered that,” Jen replied. “I’ve had my fun tickling you. Plus, that was a designated time, and I’d prefer not to get in trouble in the Royal Tickle Dungeon.”
“That’s wise,” Kara stated. “In any case, I think you’ll have fun here, even though you’re the one being tickled.” The two walked silently to the research labs, and Kara knocked on the door, followed quickly by someone inside opening it. “Hi, Gretchen; this is Jen. She’s touring around the dungeon, and she’s here to be tickled by some of your tickle laser inventions. Focus on her tummy; it’s super ticklish.”
“Ah, yes!” the scientist answered. “Hello, Jen. As Kara said, my name is Gretchen, and I’m the tickle laser specialist here. You can just wait here while I get a couple of things set up, shouldn’t be long.”
When Jen had walked in, she noticed that Gretchen seemed to be wearing an unusually small amount of clothing for a scientist. She had a white lab coat on, but it only went down to her ribs. That was augmented by the obvious hole on each side that left her armpits completely exposed. Also, she did not have any shoes or socks on, and she had shorts on. Looking around, Jen noticed that all the scientists were wearing the same clothing. ‘I wonder why that is?’ Jen thought to herself. ‘Maybe her clothing exposes her in case someone wants to tickle her? I don’t know; it just seems a bit weird. Anyway, I guess I’m going to be getting tickled by tickle lasers? Another weird thing here. I wonder what that will be like?”
“Come over here, Jen,” Gretchen beckoned her over to what looked like a dentist chair. The first thing Jen noticed about this chair were the added restraints, clearly meant to expose someone’s ticklish spots. Unlike a normal dentist chair, the arms were spread slightly out from the body, giving access to the armpits. Aside from the restraints and the different arm positions, it looked fairly normal, and even comfortable. Jen walked over and sat down in the chair, and she was immediately locked in by Kara and Gretchen. Restraints on the top of her head, along with her wrists, elbows, upper ribs, hips, knees, and ankles made sure that Jen was completely unable to move. “Jen, Kara told me that she wanted to test out the tickle lasers on you. As you may have surmised, this is a tickle lab, and we test all sorts of new torturous equipment to use on the Royal Tickle Dungeon’s prisoners here. The tickle lasers directly stimulate the nerves of the spot where they hit, and they are quite ticklish. To start with, I’m going to use the light lasers. These have already been tested and proven to work, but I figure we should start here before we use the new and more torturous laser tools on you. You ready to be tickled?”
“I guess so,” Jen responded.
Inside, Jen was a little unsure of herself, ‘New and more torturous devices? Are they actually planning to tickle torture…?’
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jen’s thoughts had been interrupted and her mouth had been opened by the sudden application of a laser on her bare belly. She immediately began to squirm the small amount that the table allowed. “IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES!”
‘How does this tickle so much?’ Jen internally wondered as she felt the laser travel over her torso. ‘Is it really going straight to my nerves? That’s so crazy! But also, it’s really cool that they can do that.’
“I’m glad to hear that it tickles; it wouldn’t be much of a tickle tool if it didn’t,” Gretchen responded to Jen’s descriptive laughter. “Let’s see what part of this midriff is most ticklish.”
“AHAHAHAHAHA IHIHIHIHITS MOHOHOHOHOVIHIHING!” Jen laughed out another description as the tickle laser targeted different spots on her stomach. Both of her sides, the top of her midsection, the bottom of her belly, each side of the front of her abdomen, and her bellybutton each got around thirty seconds of focused laser tickling as Gretchen examined her to see what got the best reaction. Jen protested the random movements of the tickle laser, which did not test the spots in any real order, but just moved around to whatever spot Gretchen wanted to tickle next. “AHAHAHAHA EHEHEHEHE STAHAHAHAP MOHOHOHOVIHIHING!”
“Oh, you don’t like the tickle tests, Jen?” Gretchen teasingly questioned. “They’ll be over soon, and then you can focus on just laughing hysterically as I get your worst spot.” As she danced the laser around the ticklish tummy, Gretchen quickly came to the conclusion, as several others had before her, that Jen’s navel was definitely the hottest of all the hot spots on her midriff. “Ooh, based on my testing, it looks like I’ve found a tickle button on you, Jen. Is that bellybutton of yours hyper ticklish? Let’s do some more testing to make sure.”
“AHAHAHAHAHA!” Jen was overwhelmed with laughter when she felt the laser’s intensity go up a notch as it went back in her bellybutton. “WAIHIHIHIHIT! THAHAHATS SOHOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUCH WOHOHOHORSE!”
“Oh, you bet it is,” Kara’s voice entered the conversation, whispering right into Jen’s ear. “And it’s only going to get worse from here. That laser has more than one setting on it, including one that will make it cover your entire tickle button instead of having to move around inside it. It’s going to tickle a lot more, Jen, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. You’re going to get tickled until I tell Gretchen to let you go.”
‘No, not the teasing!’ Jen was nearly completely preoccupied with the tickling, but Kara’s teasing in her ear was taking up the rest of her thought process. ‘The tickling is exhausting, and you’re just making it worse with those tickly teases.’
“AHAHAHAHA IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHCKLEHEHES!” Jen laughed as she tried to squirm around; however, the tickle chair prevented any real motion. “AHAHAHAHA! TOHOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUHUCH!”
“That tickles too much, Jen?” Kara’s whispers went to Jen’s other ear. “Oh, no, what would you do if I, say… told Gretchen to increase the tickle laser intensity and its reach? How much trouble would you be in then? How much, Jen? Would you be completely out of your ticklish mind? Let’s find out.” Kara stepped back from Jen’s ear and instructed, “Gretchen, show Jen what happens when you put that tickle laser on level seven instead of three. Also, widen it so it covers all that navel of hers.”
Obediently, Gretchen twisted the dial on the side of the laser up to seven, and Jen’s eyes bugged out when she felt the tickle laser’s intensity increase, “AHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHO!” That was not even the worst part, as Jen suddenly felt all the nerves in her bellybutton reacting to an increasingly intense tickling covering every part of her tickle button.
‘It tickles, it tickles!’ Jen’s mind went frantic. ‘Oh, it tickles so much on my bellybutton; it’s so much more tickly than I thought it would be. However, I guess it is pretty fun. I can just let myself go and laugh at it.’
And that’s exactly what Jen did, laughing out, “AHAHAHAHA SOHOHO TIHIHICKLEHEHE! AHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Tickles a lot more, doesn’t it, Jen?” Kara’s teasing whispers returned to Jen’s ear as the ticklee laughed hysterically. “We’re going to tickle, tickle, tickle you until we’ve had enough. Doesn’t matter how much it tickles to you; only thing that matters is how much fun we’re having.”
Jen could not respond verbally to Kara’s teases, so she did the next best thing and responded internally, ‘Well, you have as much fun as you want; I’ll join you. This is some of the best tickling I’ve ever received. I’m having lots of fun with this tickle torture laser. I’d even go as far as to say that it’s just a tickle laser; drop the torture because there’s nothing torturous about it. This is great!’
“Tickle, tickle, tickle, ticklish Jen!” Kara’s teases continued. “Gonna get your tickle button with all the tickle lasers that we have! Just sit back and laugh; it’s all you can do!” The teasing and tickling continued for another couple of minutes, and then Jen’s laughter began to die down. Kara finally addressed Gretchen again, “Gretchen, let’s give her a break. She seems like she needs one. Get the big tool out.” Gretchen turned the tickle laser off, but Jen could still feel phantom tickling in her navel, and she continued to giggle while Kara switched back to teasing her, “That was terribly tickly, wasn’t it, Jen? That tickled so much, tickled you out of your mind? Well, that’s the light tickle tool we’ve got here. The next one, now that one’s intense. It’ll tickle, tickle, tickle torture your tummy so much that you won’t even be able to hear me. But I’ll be here, telling you all about the tickling so you can hear as much of it as possible.” After that, Kara gave Jen a rest while the phantom tickles died down and Jen recovered her breath.
Following a couple more minutes of rest, Gretchen spoke up again, “Jen, are you recovered from the tickle laser?”
“I guess so,” Jen answered, her voice clear. “What’s next?”
“I’m glad you asked,” Gretchen said with an evil smile as she picked up a large machine.
Looking at the machine, Jen shivered as she thought of what it could do, ‘That machine looks larger than any normal tickle machine. I think it could fit around any part of my body with that hole in the middle. Is it supposed to go over my belly, and if so, what exactly does it do?’
“This is one of the new pieces of tickle laser equipment I’ve been testing out,” Gretchen explained. “I call it the Stomach Solver. Basically, I put hundreds of miniature versions of that tickle laser I was using on you in this. It will go around your tummy, and when I turn it on, it will test your tickle spots to see where you’re most ticklish. Then it will move the lasers so that as many as possible are tickling that worst spot of yours. Of course, it doesn’t leave the rest of your belly alone; that will continue to be tickled, but by less lasers than your most ticklish spot. Ooh, one more thing. The lasers on your most ticklish spots will be turned to higher intensity settings so that they tickle more. Any questions?”
‘She’s really going to put that whole thing around my belly?’ Jen internally questioned. ‘That does sound like tickle torture, especially with all the lasers she says it has. Hmm, do I have any questions to actually ask her?’
“How intense will this thing be on my most ticklish spot?” Jen inquired.
“Well, it depends on how many lasers are targeting it,” Gretchen responded. “Since your bellybutton is so ticklish, it will probably be pretty high intensity, since it can’t aim as many lasers in there. Think of that one laser I was using on you, but with several of them and each at double the intensity. So, any more questions, or are you ready to start?”
‘Oh, no, that sounds terrible,’ Jen panicked. ‘This is definitely going to be tickle torture.’
“No more questions, Jen?” Gretchen provided one last chance before continuing, “Then let’s get this thing fitted around that ticklish tummy of yours and get it started.”
Kara helped Gretchen fit the Stomach Solver around Jen’s midriff as Jen considered her situation, ‘So, this… thing is going to tickle my belly with a bunch of lasers, and they’re going to target my most ticklish spots? You know, I guess it could be fun. I mean, it’s just tickling. I can take tickling. I’ve been taking tickling all day. I’m going to have fun with this.”
“Ready, Jen?” Gretchen stepped back after the Stomach Solver was fitted.
“Yeah, you ready for the tickling of a lifetime?” Kara returned to whispering in Jen’s ear. “This is going to be…”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jen easily drowned out Kara’s voice as Gretchen pressed a button above Jen’s navel and turned the Stomach Solver on.
‘It tickles! It tickles!’ Jen could only internally describe what was being done to her. ‘It’s so terrible! It’s getting all over my tummy!’ The Stomach Solver started out by spreading all its lasers out to tickle all over its ticklee’s midsection, which tested out the basic ticklishness of its intended target. After five seconds, it had its data, and then the focused trials began. ‘My sides! Wow, that tickles a ton! They’re crawling there. How is this happening?’ True to Jen’s observation, the machine had turned off all lasers except the ones on Jen’s sides, and those lasers were turning on and off in a motion to stimulate tickling moving up and down the target. The machine mixed it up thirty seconds in, tickling in towards the middle of one side while going from bottom to top and back on the other.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle, ticklish Jen!” Jen made out the continuing teasing from Kara as the Stomach Solver changed tactics a couple of minutes after starting in on her sides.
‘My back,’ Jen internally recognized the next target as she began to relax. The machine went up, down, across, and in all random patterns for a minute, trying and failing to find a real ticklish area there. While Jen was still laughing, it was nothing compared to her sides.
“You’re so…” Kara’s voice was cut off as the Stomach Solver switched spots.
‘No! Not my tummy!’ Jen panicked as she felt lots of lasers target the front of her torso. Despite the back tickling not being that ticklish to Jen, it had made her help the machine significantly for the next part of the testing. In her natural reaction to back tickling, Jen had arched her back, pushing the front of her belly closer to the Stomach Solver and making it more prone to the sudden swap. ‘This is tickling too much! It’s unbearable!’ Jen sucked her stomach back towards where the back ticklers had just been, but the tickling continued unabated, as the lasers could easily reach anything within the machine. Lasers crawled over her ticklish tummy, different ones turning off and on in seemingly random patterns. ‘Stop this! It’s too terrible! Get it off!’
However, the lasers were not quite done, and following four minutes of tickling the front of her midriff, they went in for the kill. ‘No, not there! Anything else! Anywhere else!’ Having long forgotten about her desire to have fun with the Stomach Solver, Jen’s panic grew with the ticklish effects of the laser. As the final spot, several lasers targeted Jen’s navel, causing wild resistance from the Stomach Solver’s victim. ‘Please! Get out of there! I can’t take this! It’s pure tickle torture!’ Bucking and squirming as much as she could, which was hardly at all, Jen attempted to enforce her will and get the lasers out of her tickle button. If she had been able to hear anything, she would have heard Kara teasing her about having such a ticklish bellybutton, but that was lost in her laughter.
Jen never got the relief she was hoping for, as lasers were moved and rotated to focus on her more ticklish spots. All of a sudden, she realized that her entire midsection was being tickled, with the focus being on her hyper-ticklish navel, the front of her abdomen, and her sides. Few lasers were tickling her back, just enough to get her to arch her back slightly and expose the more ticklish front of her belly. As the lasers deviously danced all over her most ticklish spot, Jen was reduced to hysterical laughter and pleading, “AHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHO STAHAHAHAHAP!” Her limited squirming and resisting were covered up by the Stomach Solver and went unnoticed by Kara and Gretchen, who closely observed her to make sure she was still breathing fine. “PLEHEHEHEHESE! TUHUHUHURN IHIHIHIHIT OHOHOHOHOFF!” Jen continued to laugh hysterically and unsuccessfully try to squirm away for another ten minutes, but when she started showing signs of being out of breath, Gretchen quickly hurried over and finally acknowledged her request.
“Well, Jen, have we sufficiently exhausted you?” Kara’s voice finally became audible once the Stomach Solver was off. Even though she could finally hear her teasing tickler, Jen was much too exhausted to respond, and she just slumped in her bonds. Jen stayed there for another few minutes as her restraints and the machine were removed, curling up in her tickle chair. After letting Jen rest up a little, Kara addressed her again, “Jen, that’s all for the research labs, and we should get going now.” While Jen refused to get up initially, she jumped up and away when Kara skittered her fingers up an unprotected side. Gretchen quickly grabbed the ticklee and held her arms behind her back, leaving Jen vulnerable to another tickle attack. Now having all the power, Kara placed her nails on Jen’s midriff and asked, “You ready to go now, Jen?” Too exhausted to take another tickle attack, Jen nodded her head in agreement, and the Dungeon Tickler removed her nails, ordering Gretchen, “Let her go. We need to move on.” Gretchen complied, and Kara helped Jen move on to their last tour spot in the Royal Tickle Dungeon.
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Chapter 7: Palace Night: Dungeon, Part 9
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