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Here is part 2 of Chapter 12 of Dawn's Story. I hope you enjoy it! Please let me know what you think, and thank you for reading!
Chapter Beginnings
Chapter 1: Perilous Paradise
Chapter 2: The Evil Box
Chapter 3: On the Run
Chapter 4: A New Paradise
Chapter 5: Tummy Testing
Chapter 6: Hidden Citizen
Chapter 7: Tummy Training
Chapter 8: Sessions and Reflections
Chapter 9: Full Citizen
Chapter 10: The Mistress
Chapter 11: Royals and Revelations
Chapter 12: The Rarest Reunion
Chapter 13: Novice Mistress
Chapter 14: Taking Control
Chapter 15: Mistress Dawn
Previous Chapter
Chapter 12: The Rarest Reunion, Part 1
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA COHOHOHOHON NOHOHOHOHO!” Dawn squealed when Connor’s fingers shot into her stomach and began pulsing. Almost immediately after she begged for it, he stopped.
“The blush earlier implied it, but you sure weren’t kidding about her belly,” the mistress addressed her tickle slave. “It is rather entertaining seeing her laugh. Explore more.”
“COHOHOHOHON WAHAHAHAIT!” Dawn shrieked as Connor went right back to tickling her bare belly. This was nothing like the nice side ticklings he used to give her. Instead of a gentle spidering on her sides, the tickling fingers now probed for weak spots. Connor went up and down her side and left zone, then, in another break from the earlier norm, he nudged her hands aside to get to the front of her midriff. Finally, prior to the Tickle Cartel, a simple beg would have gotten Connor to stop. Felicity now dictated her former neighbor’s actions, though, so begging was practically useless. She still tried. “STAHAHAP COHOHON STAHAHAP! NOHOHO MOHOHORE!” Normally, this may have been enjoyable for the ticklish switch, but the sudden attack and departure from the previous norms shocked her, keeping her from processing the situation. Thus, instead of relaxing, she went hysterical and began begging for him to stop. His fingers stopped pressing in so hard when she pleaded for ‘No more’, but then they brushed her bellybutton. “EEEEEEEEE COHOHON! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHERE!” Her own hands shot in to protect the hyper-ticklish outie.
“Not there?” he teased, and he pushed her defensive hands away. “That was a really ticklish spot back home. Let’s see if it still is.” In a flash, he had four fingers probing the outie for the weakest part of it.
“AHAHAHA COHOHOHON COHOHOHOHOHON COHOHOHOHOHOHOHON! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” Dawn begged.
“I thought she’d like it more, since she’s supposed to be a switch,” Felicity raised her voice to be heard over Dawn’s laughter.
‘Wait, she’s right; I can enjoy this,’ the ticklee snapped back to reality, even as her hands slapped at Connor’s to get them off her bellybutton. ‘Con’s not doing anything different than he usually did the last time he tickled my button. I just have to relax and…’
After fighting her begging instincts for a few seconds, Dawn’s laughter went mostly pure, with the occasional squeal when a finger brushed her top knot. Connor took this as a sign to continue, and his hands ruthlessly searched the entire stomach, finding ticklish spot after ticklish spot. He squeezed her sides, spidered each zone, and dug his fingers in around the center of her midsection to get her to laugh louder.
Following several minutes of tickling, Felicity proclaimed, “Connor, stop.” The fingers came off of Dawn’s midsection in an instant, and she braced herself on the table as residual giggles worked themselves out of her system. “That was certainly entertaining, and you were correct about everything on her belly. Very ticklish bellybutton, at least that’s what it looked like, and overall, it definitely deserves to be tickled at Tummy Paradise. Good job. Dawn, how did that feel?”
“Like a short, intense session at work,” she answered, still working on catching her breath. “Con wasn’t that good at tickling the last time he got me.”
“I suppose he’s learned a little bit about tickling in his time with me,” she allowed. “I noticed that you stopped begging about halfway through. Does it typically take you a while to enjoy being tickled?”
Dawn sat back up in the booth. “Every session’s different,” she refused to commit, “but usually I know when a tickling is coming.”
“Understandable. Well, I may have to send Connor in for a session at Tummy Paradise, if you’d like. I’m sure he can tickle you well, and then you’ll know when he’s about to start.”
“I do enjoy my tickle sessions there,” she smiled at her former neighbor.
“I’m sure I’d enjoy a session with you,” he smiled back. “Had any fun ones recently?”
“Yep, my friend Jen came in for a switch session yesterday, actually,” Dawn responded.
“That does sound like fun; do anything special?” Felicity smiled.
“Well, we always play around a bit with tools; yesterday was focused on paintbrushes,” Dawn elaborated. “She’s got an innie, and it’s just as ticklish as mine. Also, we both love switching. I got her good, and when I was done, she returned the favor.”
“Sounds wonderful.”
“Do either of you have regular tickle sessions?” Dawn turned the question around.
“As far as I know, all of my tickle slaves get tickled fairly regularly,” Felicity declared. “Though I suppose Connor gets it more than anyone else. The ladies love strapping him down.”
“Really?” Dawn stared at her former neighbor, whose face started turning red. Even with him being a tickle slave, she still could not imagine him taking a primarily ticklee role.
“Umm, well, you know, there’s a lot of them and only one me,” Connor slowly uttered the first few delay phrases before rushing through the explanation. “And they claim I’m not trustworthy.”
“Not trustworthy?” Dawn furrowed her brow and looked at Connor, then Felicity, then back to Connor. “Why wouldn’t you be trustworthy?”
“Oh, Connor’s referring to his work making tickling bondage,” the mistress dictated. “I have full faith in him, and all the other tickle slaves know that he focuses on comfort and safety when he builds the bondage.”
“Then why…”
“It’s just an excuse.”
“And they gang up on me when I object,” Connor grumbled.
“True, true,” Felicity allowed. “Most of the time, I’m not there to override them and put one of them inside.”
“Sorry, but can I get some more detail?” Dawn requested. “You said that Connor makes some sort of bondage?”
“Yes, here, let me start from the beginning,” Felicity turned her attention to the former tickle slave. “One of my other tickle slaves, Evelyn, worked as a mechanical engineer before she was taken by the Tickle Cartel. She has a knack for design and some talent for construction. During her tickle slave training, her abilities were discovered, and the Training Academy encouraged her to refine them. They used bondage designs to have her practice, since those could be easily translated into tickling. After I bought her, I decided to take advantage of that, too, so I bought another tickle slave, the first male slave I owned, to help make her designs come to life faster. As it turned out, my other tickle slaves loved tickling him, so after he did a lot of good work, I had mercy and freed him from their grasp. I’ve repeated the process with other men, and they all worked out well, but the ladies have always had an obsession with tickling them. Connor is my latest craftsman.”
Dawn scratched her head. “Okay, so Connor and this Evelyn build bondage, so what’s the issue with trust?”
“It’s got to be tested when it’s finished, and one of us has to test it,” Connor answered.
“Oh,” Dawn nodded.
“Yes, the other tickle slaves claim that they don’t trust Connor’s handiwork. They would all qualify and stay comfortable when being tickled, but they love tickling him, so they use it as an excuse. I know Evelyn spoke up for him at one point.”
“Then they put her in, and she never helped again,” Connor sighed.
“If I’m around, I make one of the others go in, and they don’t dare disobey an order from me,” Felicity proclaimed. “Unfortunately, that’s pretty rare, so Connor ends up tied and tickled more often than he probably should.”
“And they come in numbers, so they can overpower me if I resist,” Connor added. “Of course, that strategy’s not just for testing bondage. They really enjoy ganging up on me, for some reason.”
“Oh, Con, I’m sorry,” Dawn rubbed his shoulder. “Maybe the next time you finish something, I can come over and test it out. I trust that you’d do a good job on it.”
“I assure you that he does,” Felicity dictated. “The only complaints from customers that I’ve ever had are that the ticklers ended up being more sadistic than expected. Nothing bad has been said about the quality or comfort of the bondage. Connor is a wonderful craftsman, and he executes Evelyn’s designs very well.”
“Thanks, mistress,” Connor finally brightened up with the praise.
“So, can you tell me a little bit more about what all you do, aside from building tickle traps?” Dawn questioned. “I’m feeling a little out of the loop compared to the last time I saw you.”
Felicity gave permission, so Connor went into an explanation of his tasks. From there, the conversation quickly died down into small talk through the meal. Once everyone was starting to fill up, Dawn inquired more about Felicity’s other tickle slaves and how Connor fit in and got along with them.
After a short question-and-answer, Felicity proposed, a full smile on her face, “Dawn, how about I just invite you over later tonight? You and Connor clearly still have a lot of catching up to do, and I think it’d be nice for everyone to see longstanding friends reunite and swap stories.”
“That sounds great,” Dawn accepted, and the conversation dropped back into small talk.
Felicity fulfilled her promise to pay the bill, and once she had the receipt, she stated, “Dawn, Connor and I both enjoyed lunch with you, and if you don’t have any plans right now, we’d love it if you stayed with us for a bit. We were just going to explore around here; neither of us come to this area very often.”
“Of course!” Dawn took Connor’s hand, happy to have him near her, and walked with him and Felicity around her home area. The switch pointed out some of her favorite locations in the area, from restaurants to hang-out spots. Although she retained a commanding presence and made sure to listen and comment on Dawn’s tourist blurbs, the mistress did not keep a constant eye on her tickle slave, just assuming that he would follow her wherever she led. Dawn had a momentary thought about using her grip on Connor’s hand to rush him away to freedom, but she quickly decided against it. She had hidden from the Tickle Cartel once, and although she had powerful friends, they would almost certainly go against her on this. With their resources, and the added factor of betrayal, she and Connor probably would not stay hidden very long. Even worse, the Queen Mistress might consider forcefully freeing her friend to be grounds for making Dawn a tickle slave again. Instead of risking all that, she simply followed Felicity and let Connor escort her around her home area.
“Thank you for giving us the tourist speeches as we went along, Dawn; I guess I should have put you in the lead,” the mistress announced after an hour or so of walking. She had opted to stop at a park bench shortly after the group left Dawn’s familiar territory. “Connor and I will have to visit again, and I’ll rectify my mistake then. I’m a little more familiar with this area, and I’d love to show you both something, if you have time.”
“I’m free for a while longer,” Dawn agreed. Normally, she hung out with Jen, Maddie, and Wendy on Saturday evenings, but they would forgive her as long as she explained why she was late or absent. “What’d you want to show us?”
“Mistress, is-” Connor started to ask, only to fall silent with a glare from his mistress.
“It’s a surprise,” Felicity answered Dawn in her normal commanding voice. “We have one of these around my place, but there’s a location near here, and I think you’d enjoy it.”
“Okay,” Dawn was slightly concerned that Connor was questioning it, but if it was any danger to her, a glare would not have stopped him.
“Follow me,” the mistress stood up. She guided the two to an undecorated building, except for an ‘open’ sign on the door. Upon entering, she went to the front desk and simply stated, “Felicity, with two.”
“Yes, ma’am,” the clerk nodded after taking a glance at her computer. “Are these the two?” The mistress nodded. “The door to your right.”
With a wave, Felicity headed to the door, followed by Connor and Dawn. Right before she went inside, Dawn saw a hand grab Connor and pull him to her left. She peeked her head inside, seeing Connor facing her with a forced-looking smile on his face. However, he relaxed after a second, so she went in. Then it happened. From behind Connor, a hand seized her arm. A woman walked into the light, firmly gripping Dawn’s arm, and pushed her away from her former neighbor. “Don’t worry; this is just part of the surprise,” Felicity tried to ease the tension. “Just do what they say, and you should enjoy the results.” Although concerned, Dawn let herself get guided towards a room to the right, only taking one glance back to see that Connor was being led to a room on the left.
Once she was inside the dark room, Dawn heard the door slam shut and lock, and then the lights turned on. There was bondage all around, implying that she was in a torture room! Fearful of what was going to happen, the switch immediately started squirming against the one-handed grip of her captor. Unfortunately, that single-handed grip was strong enough that it did not break, and her presumed torturer soon added another hand to make sure she did not escape. “Relax, young lady,” the captor ordered. “I’m just going to ask you some questions prepared by our client out there. The bondage is just to make sure you can’t get away while I’m asking, and if you don’t answer, there might be a little tickling to convince you.”
Dawn calmed down at the mention of tickling. If people got tickled in here, that explained the excessive bondage. Plus, at Tummy Paradise, the switch had been through several tickling interrogations, and she did enjoy them, since she prohibited flossers. “Okay, where do you want me?” her voice retained a little nervousness.
“Let’s see how the rack works,” the woman declared. “That should expose enough spots to get you talking.” The former tickle slave dutifully followed the woman to the rack and laid down. Due to Dawn’s acceptance of the situation, the interrogator tied her up herself, not bothering to call in any potential assistants to keep the captive down. “Alright, I suppose I should introduce myself, now that you can’t get away. My name is Inspector Audrey, and I am a member of the Jolly Jester Interrogators. Now, you are not in any trouble, and nothing you say here will get you put in a tickle dungeon. The woman outside just hired the Jolly Jesters to get some information out of you and your male friend over there. Shall we get started?”
“Wait, you’re a Jolly Jester?” Dawn tried to process the information.
“Yes, but this is not an official interrogation facility,” Inspector Audrey responded. “Like I said before, you are not under any criminal suspicion. We have separate facilities for interrogations-for-hire, since the Jolly Jesters are very good at it. This is one of those facilities. Now, are you ready for the first question?”
“I guess so, but why does Felicity need to interrogate Con and me?”
“Our client can tell you afterwards, but I believe the questions may provide you at least a hint towards her reasoning.”
“Fine, I guess we can start,” the professional switch hesitantly accepted the situation.
“Inspector Luna? She’s ready to begin,” Audrey called out before turning back to Dawn. “For maximum efficiency, Inspector Luna will be asking you questions, and I will tickle you if you refuse to answer or if we find your answers unacceptable.” Dawn nodded, still somewhat confused about the whole situation.
“Hello, young lady,” a new woman announced as she entered the room, a stack of papers in her hand. “As Inspector Audrey said, my name is Inspector Luna, and I will be asking you some questions. Let’s get started. Inspector Audrey?”
“Wait, you huhuhu haven’t asked anehehe- thing!” Dawn protested as ten nails began to tease her bare armpits.
Next Chapter
Chapter 12: The Rarest Reunion, Part 3
Chapter Beginnings
Chapter 1: Perilous Paradise
Chapter 2: The Evil Box
Chapter 3: On the Run
Chapter 4: A New Paradise
Chapter 5: Tummy Testing
Chapter 6: Hidden Citizen
Chapter 7: Tummy Training
Chapter 8: Sessions and Reflections
Chapter 9: Full Citizen
Chapter 10: The Mistress
Chapter 11: Royals and Revelations
Chapter 12: The Rarest Reunion
Chapter 13: Novice Mistress
Chapter 14: Taking Control
Chapter 15: Mistress Dawn
Previous Chapter
Chapter 12: The Rarest Reunion, Part 1
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA COHOHOHOHON NOHOHOHOHO!” Dawn squealed when Connor’s fingers shot into her stomach and began pulsing. Almost immediately after she begged for it, he stopped.
“The blush earlier implied it, but you sure weren’t kidding about her belly,” the mistress addressed her tickle slave. “It is rather entertaining seeing her laugh. Explore more.”
“COHOHOHOHON WAHAHAHAIT!” Dawn shrieked as Connor went right back to tickling her bare belly. This was nothing like the nice side ticklings he used to give her. Instead of a gentle spidering on her sides, the tickling fingers now probed for weak spots. Connor went up and down her side and left zone, then, in another break from the earlier norm, he nudged her hands aside to get to the front of her midriff. Finally, prior to the Tickle Cartel, a simple beg would have gotten Connor to stop. Felicity now dictated her former neighbor’s actions, though, so begging was practically useless. She still tried. “STAHAHAP COHOHON STAHAHAP! NOHOHO MOHOHORE!” Normally, this may have been enjoyable for the ticklish switch, but the sudden attack and departure from the previous norms shocked her, keeping her from processing the situation. Thus, instead of relaxing, she went hysterical and began begging for him to stop. His fingers stopped pressing in so hard when she pleaded for ‘No more’, but then they brushed her bellybutton. “EEEEEEEEE COHOHON! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHERE!” Her own hands shot in to protect the hyper-ticklish outie.
“Not there?” he teased, and he pushed her defensive hands away. “That was a really ticklish spot back home. Let’s see if it still is.” In a flash, he had four fingers probing the outie for the weakest part of it.
“AHAHAHA COHOHOHON COHOHOHOHOHON COHOHOHOHOHOHOHON! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” Dawn begged.
“I thought she’d like it more, since she’s supposed to be a switch,” Felicity raised her voice to be heard over Dawn’s laughter.
‘Wait, she’s right; I can enjoy this,’ the ticklee snapped back to reality, even as her hands slapped at Connor’s to get them off her bellybutton. ‘Con’s not doing anything different than he usually did the last time he tickled my button. I just have to relax and…’
After fighting her begging instincts for a few seconds, Dawn’s laughter went mostly pure, with the occasional squeal when a finger brushed her top knot. Connor took this as a sign to continue, and his hands ruthlessly searched the entire stomach, finding ticklish spot after ticklish spot. He squeezed her sides, spidered each zone, and dug his fingers in around the center of her midsection to get her to laugh louder.
Following several minutes of tickling, Felicity proclaimed, “Connor, stop.” The fingers came off of Dawn’s midsection in an instant, and she braced herself on the table as residual giggles worked themselves out of her system. “That was certainly entertaining, and you were correct about everything on her belly. Very ticklish bellybutton, at least that’s what it looked like, and overall, it definitely deserves to be tickled at Tummy Paradise. Good job. Dawn, how did that feel?”
“Like a short, intense session at work,” she answered, still working on catching her breath. “Con wasn’t that good at tickling the last time he got me.”
“I suppose he’s learned a little bit about tickling in his time with me,” she allowed. “I noticed that you stopped begging about halfway through. Does it typically take you a while to enjoy being tickled?”
Dawn sat back up in the booth. “Every session’s different,” she refused to commit, “but usually I know when a tickling is coming.”
“Understandable. Well, I may have to send Connor in for a session at Tummy Paradise, if you’d like. I’m sure he can tickle you well, and then you’ll know when he’s about to start.”
“I do enjoy my tickle sessions there,” she smiled at her former neighbor.
“I’m sure I’d enjoy a session with you,” he smiled back. “Had any fun ones recently?”
“Yep, my friend Jen came in for a switch session yesterday, actually,” Dawn responded.
“That does sound like fun; do anything special?” Felicity smiled.
“Well, we always play around a bit with tools; yesterday was focused on paintbrushes,” Dawn elaborated. “She’s got an innie, and it’s just as ticklish as mine. Also, we both love switching. I got her good, and when I was done, she returned the favor.”
“Sounds wonderful.”
“Do either of you have regular tickle sessions?” Dawn turned the question around.
“As far as I know, all of my tickle slaves get tickled fairly regularly,” Felicity declared. “Though I suppose Connor gets it more than anyone else. The ladies love strapping him down.”
“Really?” Dawn stared at her former neighbor, whose face started turning red. Even with him being a tickle slave, she still could not imagine him taking a primarily ticklee role.
“Umm, well, you know, there’s a lot of them and only one me,” Connor slowly uttered the first few delay phrases before rushing through the explanation. “And they claim I’m not trustworthy.”
“Not trustworthy?” Dawn furrowed her brow and looked at Connor, then Felicity, then back to Connor. “Why wouldn’t you be trustworthy?”
“Oh, Connor’s referring to his work making tickling bondage,” the mistress dictated. “I have full faith in him, and all the other tickle slaves know that he focuses on comfort and safety when he builds the bondage.”
“Then why…”
“It’s just an excuse.”
“And they gang up on me when I object,” Connor grumbled.
“True, true,” Felicity allowed. “Most of the time, I’m not there to override them and put one of them inside.”
“Sorry, but can I get some more detail?” Dawn requested. “You said that Connor makes some sort of bondage?”
“Yes, here, let me start from the beginning,” Felicity turned her attention to the former tickle slave. “One of my other tickle slaves, Evelyn, worked as a mechanical engineer before she was taken by the Tickle Cartel. She has a knack for design and some talent for construction. During her tickle slave training, her abilities were discovered, and the Training Academy encouraged her to refine them. They used bondage designs to have her practice, since those could be easily translated into tickling. After I bought her, I decided to take advantage of that, too, so I bought another tickle slave, the first male slave I owned, to help make her designs come to life faster. As it turned out, my other tickle slaves loved tickling him, so after he did a lot of good work, I had mercy and freed him from their grasp. I’ve repeated the process with other men, and they all worked out well, but the ladies have always had an obsession with tickling them. Connor is my latest craftsman.”
Dawn scratched her head. “Okay, so Connor and this Evelyn build bondage, so what’s the issue with trust?”
“It’s got to be tested when it’s finished, and one of us has to test it,” Connor answered.
“Oh,” Dawn nodded.
“Yes, the other tickle slaves claim that they don’t trust Connor’s handiwork. They would all qualify and stay comfortable when being tickled, but they love tickling him, so they use it as an excuse. I know Evelyn spoke up for him at one point.”
“Then they put her in, and she never helped again,” Connor sighed.
“If I’m around, I make one of the others go in, and they don’t dare disobey an order from me,” Felicity proclaimed. “Unfortunately, that’s pretty rare, so Connor ends up tied and tickled more often than he probably should.”
“And they come in numbers, so they can overpower me if I resist,” Connor added. “Of course, that strategy’s not just for testing bondage. They really enjoy ganging up on me, for some reason.”
“Oh, Con, I’m sorry,” Dawn rubbed his shoulder. “Maybe the next time you finish something, I can come over and test it out. I trust that you’d do a good job on it.”
“I assure you that he does,” Felicity dictated. “The only complaints from customers that I’ve ever had are that the ticklers ended up being more sadistic than expected. Nothing bad has been said about the quality or comfort of the bondage. Connor is a wonderful craftsman, and he executes Evelyn’s designs very well.”
“Thanks, mistress,” Connor finally brightened up with the praise.
“So, can you tell me a little bit more about what all you do, aside from building tickle traps?” Dawn questioned. “I’m feeling a little out of the loop compared to the last time I saw you.”
Felicity gave permission, so Connor went into an explanation of his tasks. From there, the conversation quickly died down into small talk through the meal. Once everyone was starting to fill up, Dawn inquired more about Felicity’s other tickle slaves and how Connor fit in and got along with them.
After a short question-and-answer, Felicity proposed, a full smile on her face, “Dawn, how about I just invite you over later tonight? You and Connor clearly still have a lot of catching up to do, and I think it’d be nice for everyone to see longstanding friends reunite and swap stories.”
“That sounds great,” Dawn accepted, and the conversation dropped back into small talk.
Felicity fulfilled her promise to pay the bill, and once she had the receipt, she stated, “Dawn, Connor and I both enjoyed lunch with you, and if you don’t have any plans right now, we’d love it if you stayed with us for a bit. We were just going to explore around here; neither of us come to this area very often.”
“Of course!” Dawn took Connor’s hand, happy to have him near her, and walked with him and Felicity around her home area. The switch pointed out some of her favorite locations in the area, from restaurants to hang-out spots. Although she retained a commanding presence and made sure to listen and comment on Dawn’s tourist blurbs, the mistress did not keep a constant eye on her tickle slave, just assuming that he would follow her wherever she led. Dawn had a momentary thought about using her grip on Connor’s hand to rush him away to freedom, but she quickly decided against it. She had hidden from the Tickle Cartel once, and although she had powerful friends, they would almost certainly go against her on this. With their resources, and the added factor of betrayal, she and Connor probably would not stay hidden very long. Even worse, the Queen Mistress might consider forcefully freeing her friend to be grounds for making Dawn a tickle slave again. Instead of risking all that, she simply followed Felicity and let Connor escort her around her home area.
“Thank you for giving us the tourist speeches as we went along, Dawn; I guess I should have put you in the lead,” the mistress announced after an hour or so of walking. She had opted to stop at a park bench shortly after the group left Dawn’s familiar territory. “Connor and I will have to visit again, and I’ll rectify my mistake then. I’m a little more familiar with this area, and I’d love to show you both something, if you have time.”
“I’m free for a while longer,” Dawn agreed. Normally, she hung out with Jen, Maddie, and Wendy on Saturday evenings, but they would forgive her as long as she explained why she was late or absent. “What’d you want to show us?”
“Mistress, is-” Connor started to ask, only to fall silent with a glare from his mistress.
“It’s a surprise,” Felicity answered Dawn in her normal commanding voice. “We have one of these around my place, but there’s a location near here, and I think you’d enjoy it.”
“Okay,” Dawn was slightly concerned that Connor was questioning it, but if it was any danger to her, a glare would not have stopped him.
“Follow me,” the mistress stood up. She guided the two to an undecorated building, except for an ‘open’ sign on the door. Upon entering, she went to the front desk and simply stated, “Felicity, with two.”
“Yes, ma’am,” the clerk nodded after taking a glance at her computer. “Are these the two?” The mistress nodded. “The door to your right.”
With a wave, Felicity headed to the door, followed by Connor and Dawn. Right before she went inside, Dawn saw a hand grab Connor and pull him to her left. She peeked her head inside, seeing Connor facing her with a forced-looking smile on his face. However, he relaxed after a second, so she went in. Then it happened. From behind Connor, a hand seized her arm. A woman walked into the light, firmly gripping Dawn’s arm, and pushed her away from her former neighbor. “Don’t worry; this is just part of the surprise,” Felicity tried to ease the tension. “Just do what they say, and you should enjoy the results.” Although concerned, Dawn let herself get guided towards a room to the right, only taking one glance back to see that Connor was being led to a room on the left.
Once she was inside the dark room, Dawn heard the door slam shut and lock, and then the lights turned on. There was bondage all around, implying that she was in a torture room! Fearful of what was going to happen, the switch immediately started squirming against the one-handed grip of her captor. Unfortunately, that single-handed grip was strong enough that it did not break, and her presumed torturer soon added another hand to make sure she did not escape. “Relax, young lady,” the captor ordered. “I’m just going to ask you some questions prepared by our client out there. The bondage is just to make sure you can’t get away while I’m asking, and if you don’t answer, there might be a little tickling to convince you.”
Dawn calmed down at the mention of tickling. If people got tickled in here, that explained the excessive bondage. Plus, at Tummy Paradise, the switch had been through several tickling interrogations, and she did enjoy them, since she prohibited flossers. “Okay, where do you want me?” her voice retained a little nervousness.
“Let’s see how the rack works,” the woman declared. “That should expose enough spots to get you talking.” The former tickle slave dutifully followed the woman to the rack and laid down. Due to Dawn’s acceptance of the situation, the interrogator tied her up herself, not bothering to call in any potential assistants to keep the captive down. “Alright, I suppose I should introduce myself, now that you can’t get away. My name is Inspector Audrey, and I am a member of the Jolly Jester Interrogators. Now, you are not in any trouble, and nothing you say here will get you put in a tickle dungeon. The woman outside just hired the Jolly Jesters to get some information out of you and your male friend over there. Shall we get started?”
“Wait, you’re a Jolly Jester?” Dawn tried to process the information.
“Yes, but this is not an official interrogation facility,” Inspector Audrey responded. “Like I said before, you are not under any criminal suspicion. We have separate facilities for interrogations-for-hire, since the Jolly Jesters are very good at it. This is one of those facilities. Now, are you ready for the first question?”
“I guess so, but why does Felicity need to interrogate Con and me?”
“Our client can tell you afterwards, but I believe the questions may provide you at least a hint towards her reasoning.”
“Fine, I guess we can start,” the professional switch hesitantly accepted the situation.
“Inspector Luna? She’s ready to begin,” Audrey called out before turning back to Dawn. “For maximum efficiency, Inspector Luna will be asking you questions, and I will tickle you if you refuse to answer or if we find your answers unacceptable.” Dawn nodded, still somewhat confused about the whole situation.
“Hello, young lady,” a new woman announced as she entered the room, a stack of papers in her hand. “As Inspector Audrey said, my name is Inspector Luna, and I will be asking you some questions. Let’s get started. Inspector Audrey?”
“Wait, you huhuhu haven’t asked anehehe- thing!” Dawn protested as ten nails began to tease her bare armpits.
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Chapter 12: The Rarest Reunion, Part 3
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