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The Tickle Cartel Chapter 11: Prep Week, Day 1, Part 2 (FF/F, F/F, */F, all over)

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Here is Part 2 of Chapter 11 of The Tickle Cartel. I hope you enjoy it! Please let me know what you think, and thank you for reading!

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Chapter 11: Prep Week, Day 1, Part 1

“Yes, mistress,” Ava obeyed as she removed Jen from the tickling rack while Izzy grabbed an energy bar. Jen ate the bar on the elevator, leaning on the two servants until the bar infused her with enough energy to stand on her own. Upon getting upstairs, the three went back to Jen’s room, and Ava handed Jen a bikini. “Please put this on, Miss Jen.”

“Alright,” Jen went into the closet to put the bikini on. She was still wary of what Tickle Mistress Wendy had asked the two servants to do, and questioned them while she was changing, “Tickle Mistress Wendy said something about a ticklish shower. What exactly is that?”

“We’re going to give you a shower and tickle you while we do it,” Izzy answered matter-of-factly. “You’ll be in the bikini the entire time, and we will need to tie you up so you can’t get out. We’ll keep you steady, and we have a mask for you to wear so that you don’t get your face soaked with water. Our job is to clean that ticklish body of yours and do so as ticklishly as possible. Speaking of which, we need to know if there are any spots where scrubbing brushes hurt on you? We’ll use something else for those places.”

“Just my belly,” Jen responded. “They scratch instead of clean there. Do you really need to do this? I’m perfectly capable of taking a shower myself.”

“Mistress ordered it, and she does this to- no, for all her guests,” Jen rolled her eyes at Ava’s correction. “So yes, we do need to do this. We’ll use something other than scrubbing brushes on your belly, though.”

“Okay,” Jen resigned herself to the situation, although she did not actually think it would be so bad. She soon came out of the closet in the blue bikini she had gotten in the Royal Tickle Dungeon, and the two servants, also in bikinis, escorted her into the shower. “What do I need to do?”

“Arms up,” Izzy commanded, chaining Jen’s arms to a bar running high over the shower when she did. The bar was high enough that Jen needed to stand on her toes to reach it, effectively preventing any movement. Meanwhile, Ava was starting up the shower, letting the water get warm before it touched any of them. Jen found that when the shower was active, it did not actually spray water over her, and she looked at Izzy for an explanation. “We’ll move the shower head so that it hits you after the water gets warm. Don’t want you getting hit with freezing water. And while we’re waiting…” Tickling fingers attacked Jen’s midriff from both sides, causing her to break into cute laughter. “I love how ticklish you are, Jen! Tickle, tickle, tickle while we wait for the water to warm up.” Fairly soon, the tickling stopped, and Izzy reached to a compartment built into the shower. She placed a mask over Jen’s face, covering her nose and mouth completely, and then she put goggles on Jen’s eyes. “So that your face doesn’t get hit by the water,” she explained. “Alright, let’s start the cleaning! Laugh for us, Jen!”

“EEEEEP!” Jen squealed out as she felt something begin tickling her neck. “WHAHAHAHAT IHIHIS THAHAHAT?”

“It’s a brush,” Ava stated right into Jen’s ear as she tickled Jen’s neck. “We put soap on it for you.”

“But why hehehe?” Jen questioned as she tried to maneuver her head down. Although the tickling was not terrible by any standard, it felt so weird that Jen just wanted it to stop. The bristles were very close to each other, and instead of feeling like individual bristles, they worked as a group to tickle their ticklee. As they were hard instead of soft, Jen was not used to the sensation, so she tried to lean down to cover up her neck.

“We have to get you clean,” Izzy stated as she took another brush to the other side of Jen’s neck. “That means we need to use soap on you.”

“STAHAHAP THAHAHAT IHIHITS WEHEHEIRD!” Jen demanded through louder giggles, and soon, the two did. “Did you just stop because I told you to?”

“Nope, we stopped because we’ve got enough soap on your neck,” Ava told the ticklee from behind. “On to the next spot!”

“EEEEP HEHEHEHEY!” The brushes moved to Jen’s armpits, attacking in unison. With her arms stretched to the max, this tickled more than it should have. “STAHAHAHAP TEHEHEHEASIHIHING MEHEHEHE!” Jen ordered, unsure of how else to explain why she did not want this. Like the neck tickles, the brushes in her underarms felt weird and just wrong.

“Can’t do that, Jen,” Izzy denied. “We’ve got to get soap on these, and then we can move on. Just have patience and laugh. You’re doing fine so far.”

Jen did laugh as she tried to bring her arms down to get the tickly sensations out of her pits, but the bondage was far too secure to allow that. Before long, the armpit tickling stopped, and Jen felt a more familiar sensation, bursting into louder laughter as the brushes tickled her ribs, “AHAHAHA THIHIHIS TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES!” On this particular spot, the hard tickles felt appropriate, and Jen was able to somewhat enjoy it.

“Good, it wouldn’t be much of a ticklish shower if it didn’t,” Izzy commented as she brushed the left side of Jen’s ribs. “Tickle, tickle, tickle these ticklish ribbies!”

“AHAHAHA IHIHIHITS NOHOHOHOT BAHAHAHAD!” Jen admitted as the brushes scrubbed her ribs. She did naturally try to twist, but without any leverage due to her toes being nearly off the ground, it failed, and the ticklish cleaning continued.

“Now, since you said you didn’t want brushes on your tummy, we’ll skip that for now,” Ava proclaimed as the brushes began tickling Jen’s legs.

“This hehe tickles hehe,” Jen mixed in giggles as the brushes tickled all up and down her bare legs.

‘This is like the neck, except for at my knees,’ Jen talked to herself for the first time during the ticklish shower. ‘The tickling up and down my legs seems to be inappropriate for the brushes. At my knees, though, it seems to tickle just the right amount.’

“IHIHITS WEHEHEHE EHEHEHEP WEHEHEIRD TOHOHOHO!” Jen giggled her words out, squealing whenever the brushes touched her knees.

“Well, it won’t be weird for long,” Izzy declared as the two finished up soaping the legs. “Ava, if you would.”

“AH what are you doing?” Jen was surprised when she felt her left foot being picked up.

“Guess,” Izzy looked Jen in the eyes with a smile before she leaned down and vigorously brushed up and down the bare foot.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jen laughed out hysterically.

‘This, this is appropriate,’ Jen acknowledged as the brush tickled from her soles to her toes and back. ‘Foot scrubbing is precisely what I’ve come to expect in the Tickle Cartel.’

“AHAHAHA IHIHIT REHEHEHEALLY TIHIHICKLEHEHES!” the laughter continued to flow out of Jen’s mouth. Surprisingly, she did not have any trouble staying upright while her foot was off the ground. The bondage she was in did not allow her to move her right foot easily, and, with Ava’s firm grip on her left ankle, she could not kick that foot and unbalance herself. At this point, Jen had learned the futility of squirming, so she just stood and took the tickling with her laughter.

Following a couple of minutes of intense foot scrubbing, Ava put Jen’s left foot down, only for Izzy to pick up her right foot. “Tickle, tickle, tickle, Jen!” Ava dictated before she got her turn brushing a bare foot. Just like before, Jen accepted her situation without hesitation, laughing as everywhere from her toes to her soles were scrubbed with soap. This lasted another couple of minutes, and then both her feet were back on the ground, although coated in soap. “Alright, time for the thing you’ve been waiting for!”

“WHAHAHAHAT IHIHIHIS THAHAHAHAT?” Jen inquired loudly as she felt her stomach being tickled with something new. The tools being used were long and densely packed like the scrubbing brush used on the rest of her body, but they were soft, much to Jen’s relief.

“It’s a wide paintbrush,” Ava informed her. “Don’t worry; it’s got plenty of soap on it, too. Does it tickle, Jen? You don’t have to answer that, I know it does.” The last four words were spoken straight into Jen’s ear, and Jen would have shivered if she had not been laughing so hard. “And it looks like your bellybutton is the only thing left, so…”

“EHEHEHE AHAHAHA WHOHOHOHOHOA!” Jen felt a much smaller paintbrush begin to swirl around the surface of her navel, pushing her laughter up an octave. It coated the entire surface of her tickle button in soap, and it was by far the most ticklish part of the washing so far. Finally, after what felt like fifteen minutes of getting soap on her, all the tickle tools were removed from their target.

“Okay, now that we’ve got you all soaped up, time to clean you off,” Izzy broadcasted. “Jen, we need to spray water on you; tell us if it’s too hot or too cold.”

Jen soon felt warm water coat her back and neck, and she relaxed a bit. “This feels nice,” she told the two ticklers, and she saw Izzy flash a warm smile.

“Time to clean off the soap!” Ava announced, and soon, Jen felt more scrubbing brushes on her neck and back. They scrubbed with the water, helping get all the soap off of a giggling Jen. Before long, Jen felt the water pressure increase, and then it moved to the front of her neck. While the front of her neck was being tickled, Jen saw the shower head itself was being held by Ava and aimed at her neck. Jen squealed and squirmed lightly, and to her approval, the mask over her face kept any water from getting through. The shower head quickly moved on and sprayed each of Jen’s armpits and her ribs while brushes tickled them. Before long, the shower head went back behind her and targeted her legs, then each bare foot. Jen’s head was thrown back in laughter at the intense scrubbing of her feet; clearly, Ava and Izzy wanted to be as thorough as possible with those. Once everything else was done, the shower head went to her midsection. Again, long paintbrushes were used to clear this spot of soap, but things changed when it came time for her navel to be cleaned. “Jen, we got most of the soap out of your bellybutton, but the paintbrush doesn’t work as well to get the soap out of there, so we have to use another method.”

“WHAHA NONONONONO!” Jen protested vigorously as she learned that the other method was a Q-tip. “NONONONO STAHAHAHAP! GEHEHET IHIHIT OHOHOUT NOHOHOHOW!” If Jen was not exhausted already from the rest of the shower tickling, she would have tried to jump up and down to get her least favorite tool out of her tickle button. “STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIT!”

Shocked by her reaction, Izzy hurried up with the Q-tip as Ava held the shower head in place, and soon, Jen’s navel was all cleaned out. “Sorry about that, Jen,” Izzy apologized as Jen hung her head in exhaustion. “There’s really nothing else that works in that spot. We’ll let you out of the chains now. Are you fine to do everything else on your own?”

“I’ll be fine, and I suppose I understand,” Jen reluctantly accepted the apology, and she was soon back on both of her feet. Ava and Izzy left Jen’s clothes for the day, a crop top and shorts, in the room for when Jen was done, and then they scurried out, a bit afraid of Jen’s reaction. Jen finished up her shower quickly, and then she got changed. When she exited the room, Ava and Izzy were standing outside, waiting for her. Both of their faces were downcast, afraid they would be punished for the Q-tip tickling. “What’s wrong, you two?”

“We… we just hope you’re not too mad at us,” Ava spoke up resignedly after the two looked at each other. “We’re really sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Jen proclaimed with a forced smile after a deep breath. “I know you were just doing your jobs. Just please, don’t do it again if you can help it.”

“We’ll try,” Izzy promised, and both servants looked up to Jen happily. “I suppose we ought to go see Mistress now. She said she wanted to drive you to your transporter training.” The three headed off in search of Wendy, who was waiting in the living room.

“Jen, I take it that aside from the Q-tip in your bellybutton, the ticklish shower wasn’t too bad?” Tickle Mistress Wendy addressed her, already knowing what she had sent Jen into.

“It was a little weird, but not bad other than that,” Jen affirmed, and Wendy smiled.

“Layla’s already got the rest of your stuff in the T cart,” Wendy notified Jen, “and she’s waiting in there. Ava, Izzy, you’re coming with us to the transporter training, so let’s all head out to the T cart.” Everyone made their way out to the T cart, where Layla was sitting in the middle row. “Jen, in the passenger seat; Ava and Izzy, take the middle row with Layla.” Everyone took their seats, and then Wendy turned on the foot ticklers for the three servants. As they howled in the back, the Tickle Mistress gave Jen a chance to ask any more questions she had. Jen was nervously excited for transporter training, so she could not think of anything to ask. The two Tickle Cartel employees just talked in the front, and when they got to the training school, they both got out, leaving laughing servants in the back. “Jen, it was a real pleasure to meet you and have you stay at my place. I’ll be sure to invite you over, and if you need anything, let me know. Here’s my contact information.” She handed Jen a piece of paper with a few different ways to get in touch with her before giving Jen a hug.

“Thanks for taking me in and getting me out of tickle slavery,” Jen replied as she returned the hug. “I’ll be sure to talk to you soon, and I really appreciate everything you’ve done.”

“I was happy to do it,” Wendy confirmed before pulling Jen in tight. “One last thing for you to remember me by.”

“AHAHAHAHA!” Jen tried to squirm out of the hug when Wendy initiated some side squeezing. “HEHEHEHEY!” The ticklish squeezes only lasted a few seconds, and then the Tickle Mistress let her ticklee go. “See you later, Tickle Mistress.”

“That’s Wendy to you, and see you later, Jen,” Wendy bid her goodbye. “Do good at the training, but make sure you have fun.” With that, she returned to the T cart and headed off, both of them waving goodbye over the servants’ laughter. Once Wendy’s T cart was out of the parking lot, Jen turned around and walked toward the transporter school, prepared to take the next step in her journey.

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