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Here is the first part of Chapter 3 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
Previous Chapter
Chapter 2: The Evil Box, Part 6
Stuck in place with a look of primal desperation covering her face, Dawn clenched her clasped hands as she heard a latch come up off the door to her Stomach Slaver. The door opened up, and when a little light entered the room, the familiar voice of Jerk announced, “Shutting down. Turning over slave Dawn to Testers.”
“Thanks, Stomach Slaver #1,” Ziva spoke up as she swung the door open. “Slave Dawn, nice to see you again. Turn arou-”
Raising her head to look Ziva in the eye, Dawn took a single step and then launched herself at the Tickle Cartel employee. She slammed Ziva to the floor and, after they both hit the ground, lunged for her hands.
Unfortunately for Dawn, although Ziva’s eyes had shown shock during the initial attack, this surprise did not make her trivial to subdue. Once the tickle slave’s fingers touched her captor’s arms in an attempt to wrap around them, the arms reactively shot inwards, and Dawn’s hands grasped air. Ziva then used both hands to push hard up on Dawn’s chest, shoving the tickle slave off her. However, after this, the shock value became clear, as the slaver did not take advantage and leap to pin down her freed captive. Driven by fear of being tied up and beaten again, Dawn recovered quickly, scrambling back to Ziva on her hands and knees. It had only been about ten seconds since Ziva pushed Dawn off, but the slaver sensed enough trouble to roll out of another pounce attempt. This time, after avoiding the attack, she reversed course to jump on top of Dawn before the latter could react, pinning the captive on her front.
Almost immediately after being pinned, the tickle slave received a taste of the life that the Tickle Cartel had planned for her. All ten of Ziva’s fingers plunged into her sensitive sides, and Dawn squealed in surprise. Half of the ticklee’s brain was wondering how she got taken down so quickly, while the other half was already planning another escape. Unlike her initial capture on the beach, the ticklish teen had already figured that her tummy getting tickled was an inevitability should her first attack fail. She still squirmed around, whooped in laughter, and ineffectively tried to push her tickler’s hands away, just like before, but she had a nasty surprise in store for her captor. Once Ziva stopped tickling so she could tie the tickle slave back up, Dawn’s hands shot backwards, straight into the slaver’s stomach, and shoved hard, throwing the shocked captor slightly up into the air. The tickle slave used the slim opportunity to roll to her right side, away from Ziva, who landed directly on her left arm right next to where Dawn had been.
After wincing from hitting her arm on the metal floor, the slaver reached her right hand, which had previously been going for a rope on her jean-like shorts, towards the captive to try and pull her in closer. Dawn used her left hand to slap Ziva’s reaching arm as hard as she could, and then the teen pushed off the ground with her right arm, hoping that both of her enemy’s arms would be stinging with pain after the push and slap. The tickle slave ended up being somewhat correct in her assessment, and the slaver was only barely able to pull her left hand out from under her side and hold it up in a weak defense before Dawn was on top and pinning her former captor on her back.
Unfortunately for Dawn, that hand, which had been pressed flat against her torso when she attacked, was still functioning normally. Ziva quickly scrunched her fingers in and lightly scratched her captive’s most ticklish spot, producing more squeals from the ticklish teen. This time, though, Dawn was set up in a better position. Unbothered by the tickling on her own torso, she took advantage of Ziva’s decision to wear a bikini top by wiggling her fingers into the unprotected midsection. The Tickle Cartel employee lost her previous demeanor of relative control and immediately screamed with shocked laughter, ceasing her own tickling and rushing both her hands back to defend herself.
Although Ziva’s right hand whiffed by Dawn’s tickling fingers, her left hand made contact and swept the digits away from the abdomen. The tickle slave lost the balance keeping her upper body elevated, and she fell on top of her cross-armed enemy, with both of her own arms to her left. Wanting to quickly regain the advantage, Dawn pushed up with her left arm, freeing both her right arm and both of Ziva’s arms, and the slaver retaliated by pulling her arms in and again shoving Dawn off of her.
This time, Dawn landed off to the left, and Ziva came right after her, having learned her lesson after failing to act quickly following the first push-off. The captor went in for a tickle attack, wiggling her fingers threateningly as they dashed towards the ticklish teen’s tummy, but Dawn was paying too much attention for this to succeed. The desperate tickle slave intercepted the tickle-attacking hands at the wrists and kept them above her tickle spots, temporarily stalemating the two as Ziva got on top of Dawn and pressed down. Both combatants used all their strength to try and gain an advantage, Ziva attempting to pin Dawn’s arms above her head and Dawn trying to turn Ziva over and do the same to her. While they struggled in the stalemate, the two finally had a chance to look each other in the eyes, and Ziva weakened her push upon seeing raging desperation all over Dawn’s face. The tickle slave exploited this second shocked response, finally succeeding in turning the tables yet again and pinning the slaver to the floor.
Holding Ziva’s wrists firmly against the metal ground, Dawn quickly realized she needed to solidify her advantage. She knew that the slaver was ticklish on her torso, but both potential tickling hands that she had were needed to keep her former captor from defending herself after the ticklish attack. Her mind scrambled for a new technique, and when one finally came to light, she wasted no time executing it. The former tickle slave leaned down to blow a raspberry on the unprotected midriff, allowing all four hands to come closer to Ziva’s head while doing so. Again, the slaver shrieked, but the zerbert was long and intense enough that she could not utilize the slack on her hands to free them. Dawn secured her position with a few more raspberries, each hitting next to or on Ziva’s sensitive navel, and the resistance in between tickles got weaker and weaker.
Finally, after enduring several zerberts, the slaver was far too exhausted to resist, and when Dawn let one wrist go, the limp hand dropped. The former tickle slave quickly joined both of the slaver’s wrists in a single hand, and as she did so, Ziva’s eyes opened and she screamed, “HELP! DIAHAHAHAHAHA!” Alarmed by the call for help, Dawn retaliated by wiggling the five fingers of her free hand into the ticklish tummy, cutting off the plea.
“NO, you evil… UGGH!” Dawn screamed, wanting to swear at Ziva, but physically unable to do so. In an instant, her situation had gone from great to terrible, since she was sure that the other slaver would be on her way soon. “Why’d you have to do that?”
“STAHAHAHAP!” was the only response she got out of her ticklish former captor.
‘What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do?’ Dawn frantically wondered as her eyes scanned the room for something to even the odds when the more sadistic slaver came down. Her vision darted to the other side of the room, where she spotted something on the side of one of the large containers presumably holding Maile or Hope. Five heavy-looking poles, bolted to the floor at the bottom, were leaning up against the structure, potentially to keep it upright if the ship started rocking. Luckily for Dawn, the number of poles allowed each one to be thin enough that a person could probably be bound to it. And Dawn already had a tool to tie up her former captor with, thanks to Ziva herself. Presumably intending to bind Dawn after taking her out of the machine, the slaver had hooked some rope through the belt loops of her jean shorts. Dawn had noticed the rope while raspberrying Ziva, and she fully intended to use it against the evil Tickle Cartel employee. With a general plan in place, the tickle slave’s eyes shot back to the side of her previous machine, which was notably closer, and she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the same poles on either side.
Still tickling Ziva’s bare belly with five furious fingers, she dragged the laughing slaver over to the nearest pole. She finally ceased her torture when the two reached the secure potential bondage sight, once again using both her hands to grip Ziva’s defenseless wrists. In a flash, the slaver’s wrists were around the pole and back in Dawn’s right hand. The former tickle slave reached back towards Ziva’s jean shorts and ripped a rope through the belt loop that had been loosely holding it in place. Dawn made quick work of securing her captive enemy’s wrists together, and although she was sure that her rope skills were not excellent, she tied the ropes very tightly and then secured the remaining rope on the pole, doing the best she could to keep the Tickle Cartel employee from freeing herself. Thinking quickly of how to better keep the slaver in place, Dawn grabbed a long piece of rope from Ziva’s jean stash. She used all ten fingers to tickle and press on the slaver’s sensitive stomach, and the new captive squirmed backwards until she had been pushed up against the pole. With her prisoner in place, the former tickle slave quickly wrapped the rope around the pole at Ziva’s rib level, tying it up in the back to keep her as secure as possible.
Dawn was just about to grab the third and final piece of rope and use it to bind Ziva’s ankles when a stomping noise came from outside the room, and upon looking up, she heard a door slam open. The tickle slave’s head jerked towards the sound, and she spotted Diana charging towards her. Once the two locked eyes, the second slaver yelled, “SLAVE SCUM! You’d better surrender right now, you idiotic piece of…” Dawn blocked out the last word as she stumbled away from Ziva. “Get down on the ground, or I will put you there, and you’ll be sorry!”
Terrified, Dawn kept backing up as Diana rushed her, fury on the latter’s face. As Diana quickly closed the distance, the reflection of the light from the door of her open Stomach Slaver caught Dawn’s eye. Desperation took complete control of Dawn and strengthened her, and when Diana got within her reach, the former tickle slave grabbed her and hurled her through the large opening into the tickle machine. Realizing that Diana could be locked in the machine just as easily as Dawn had been earlier, the tickle slave rushed the short distance and grabbed the door, slamming it shut and reversing their roles from a few days prior.
Dawn heard fists pound against the door, and then the sadistic slaver’s voice yelled angrily, “Let me out, you… slave!” The former tickle slave had to block out a series of words, and her eyes widened significantly at the terms Diana was using. “If you do not let me out of here right now, I guarantee that the Tickle Cartel will beat you so badly you won’t know your name when they finish. I swear, slave scum; I swear you will regret this day!”
Dawn recoiled at the words, and she ran back towards a reenergized Ziva, who also seemed shocked at how Diana was expressing her fury. Despite her shock, the bound slaver registered Dawn approaching her, and she still had two free legs. When the escaping tickle slave got close enough, Ziva bent her legs in and kicked out, one leg after the other. The first shoe caught Dawn’s left knee, and as she fell to the other knee, the second strike hit her torso and shoved her away, knocking the breath out of her in the process. Quickly recovering her senses, Dawn got up and headed back towards the slaver, who had bent her legs again for another strike. The former tickle slave was ready this time, dodging the left leg kick and grabbing the right leg when it attacked. Ziva attempted to pull her left leg back for another strong kick, but Dawn caught it and pushed both secured legs back towards the slaver so she could reach the final rope on her former captor’s jeans. Once she had that rope, there was not much Ziva could do, and soon the slaver was bound at her wrists, ribs, and ankles.
“Wait, NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!” Ziva broke into laughter as Dawn attempted to distract herself from the harsh words, which had continued during the kicking and binding, by furiously tickling the other slaver’s abdomen. “PLEHEHEHEASE!”
“How do I make her be quiet?” As the vitriol from inside the Stomach Slaver continued to try and assault Dawn’s ears, even through the laughter, she was more desperate than ever to make it stop.
“IHIHIHILL TAHAHAHALK!” Unlike with the raspberries, Ziva was surprisingly resistant to the finger tickling, but she eventually gave in after a few minutes had passed. Once the tickling ceased, Ziva winced from a fresh round of angry insults and threats from Diana, and then she spoke up, “You have to turn the machine on. On the side closest to us is the control panel for the Stomach Slaver. All you’ve got to do is press the power button. The machine will activate, and after it initializes, its internal noise dampening systems will begin working.”
Dawn was somewhat scared that following Ziva’s instructions would result in a furious Diana being freed, but a new string of curses from the slaver inside the machine overrode her concerns. The tickle slave took two leaps over to the control panel and slammed the power button, and the familiar voice of Jerk spoke up, “Activating. Searching for slave, identity: unknown.”
“What have you done, you piece of… slave?” Another curse accompanied a desperate voice inside the Stomach Slaver once the machine’s initialization started.
“Unknown slave identi-” The machine finally cut off, and all was quiet in the room again.
With no cursing to distract her, Dawn made her way over to Ziva, determined to make her pay for the enslavement, and the available slaver, eyes wide, begged, “Please, Dawn! Don’t tickle MEHEHEHEHE!”
“You earned this, you evil monster,” Dawn had already decided that she needed revenge on Ziva, and she mercilessly tickle tortured her captive’s midriff.
“STAHAHAHAP DAHAHAWN! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” the begging got louder and louder as Dawn went all out in her thirst for ticklish revenge.
After a few minutes, Dawn finally ceased her tickling, feeling like she had achieved her revenge. While she was tormenting Ziva, the former tickle slave had thought up the next part of her plan: freeing Maile and Hope. They had helped her when she first was brought on board; the least she could do was to free them, too. Resolved to help the two other tickle slaves, she turned back to her bound ticklee and asked, “How do I free the other people you took?”
“Listen to me, Dawn.” Even though she was sucking in air after the tickling, Ziva’s voice had an edge to it that made Dawn pay attention. “We’ve been docked at the Tickle Cartel since shortly before I came down to get you, and they always send people from the slave training academy to escort us and our tickle slaves back. They wait a little bit so that we have time to get all the tickle slaves out of their machines, but they are definitely on their way by now. I can tell that you want to escape, but you need to face facts, Dawn. You took a while to subdue Diana and me, and the guards are probably here already, waiting to escort you and the other slaves to the academy. If they see you alone, they will stun you and beat you mercilessly, and you’ll probably be in terrible shape by the time they’re done. And neither you nor I want that for you. So let me go, and I will make sure that no one hurts you. I’ll even leave Diana in the machine until long after you’re at the training academy. She won’t get to you, and she will not be able to hurt you. No one will.”
“Tell me how to get the others out!” Dawn demanded, still thinking there was a chance to help her fellow tickle slaves.
“I can tell you, but if you free them, there’s no way you avoid the training academy guards,” Ziva firmly responded. “I’m pretty sure that those guards are already here, but even on the off chance that they’re not, they will arrive by the time that you get those two out. Your only chance to escape is to run away right now. And that’s still a real slim chance.”
‘She sounds like she’s telling the truth,’ Dawn admitted to herself as her mind raced. ‘So, if I try to free the others, all of us will stay slaves. And that’s just not an option. I have to go.’ Resolved to leave without her fellow tickle slaves, Dawn took one step towards the exit before another reality hit her. ‘The Tickle Cartel has ships and stuff; they probably have paved roads. I can’t go out there in bare feet; they’ll get all scratched up and hurt.’ She glanced back towards Ziva, who had shoes and socks on, and knelt down by the slaver’s feet, wincing as the knee that Ziva had kicked touched the ground.
“What are you doing?” Ziva panicked when Dawn began to untie her shoelaces. “You’re going to get caught!”
‘I’ll get caught anyways if I have to walk over pavement like this,’ Dawn kept her reasoning inside her mind as she quickly unlaced the shoes and removed both them and the socks, leaving the slaver barefoot. Ziva continued to complain about having her footwear removed, and she also tried to convince Dawn that the latter had sacrificed her chance at freedom, but the former tickle slave ignored the words. Instead, she simply turned over to a sitting position and slipped the shoes and socks on her own bare feet. Unfortunately, Ziva’s feet were a size or two smaller than Dawn’s, and the shoes were painful to put on. Acting as fast as she could, Dawn removed both pieces of footwear and put the shoes back on. They were not exactly comfortable, but they were bearable now that the socks were no longer compressing her feet further.
Leaving the socks on the floor, Dawn hobbled towards the open door that Diana had come through, her left knee and both of her feet hurting. She began to ascend the stairs carefully, looking out for any other slavers on board the ship but finding none. By the time she reached the room where she had met the other tickle slaves, the pain in her knee was starting to subside. The freed tickle slave snuck towards the door leading to the open deck, looking out for Tickle Cartel employees who could end her quest for freedom with a horrible beating. Luckily for her, the training academy guards had not arrived, and, ignoring the pain in her feet as best as she could, Dawn ran off the ship and sprinted away, finally free of her captors.
Next Chapter
Chapter 3: On the Run, Part 2
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
Previous Chapter
Chapter 2: The Evil Box, Part 6
Stuck in place with a look of primal desperation covering her face, Dawn clenched her clasped hands as she heard a latch come up off the door to her Stomach Slaver. The door opened up, and when a little light entered the room, the familiar voice of Jerk announced, “Shutting down. Turning over slave Dawn to Testers.”
“Thanks, Stomach Slaver #1,” Ziva spoke up as she swung the door open. “Slave Dawn, nice to see you again. Turn arou-”
Raising her head to look Ziva in the eye, Dawn took a single step and then launched herself at the Tickle Cartel employee. She slammed Ziva to the floor and, after they both hit the ground, lunged for her hands.
Unfortunately for Dawn, although Ziva’s eyes had shown shock during the initial attack, this surprise did not make her trivial to subdue. Once the tickle slave’s fingers touched her captor’s arms in an attempt to wrap around them, the arms reactively shot inwards, and Dawn’s hands grasped air. Ziva then used both hands to push hard up on Dawn’s chest, shoving the tickle slave off her. However, after this, the shock value became clear, as the slaver did not take advantage and leap to pin down her freed captive. Driven by fear of being tied up and beaten again, Dawn recovered quickly, scrambling back to Ziva on her hands and knees. It had only been about ten seconds since Ziva pushed Dawn off, but the slaver sensed enough trouble to roll out of another pounce attempt. This time, after avoiding the attack, she reversed course to jump on top of Dawn before the latter could react, pinning the captive on her front.
Almost immediately after being pinned, the tickle slave received a taste of the life that the Tickle Cartel had planned for her. All ten of Ziva’s fingers plunged into her sensitive sides, and Dawn squealed in surprise. Half of the ticklee’s brain was wondering how she got taken down so quickly, while the other half was already planning another escape. Unlike her initial capture on the beach, the ticklish teen had already figured that her tummy getting tickled was an inevitability should her first attack fail. She still squirmed around, whooped in laughter, and ineffectively tried to push her tickler’s hands away, just like before, but she had a nasty surprise in store for her captor. Once Ziva stopped tickling so she could tie the tickle slave back up, Dawn’s hands shot backwards, straight into the slaver’s stomach, and shoved hard, throwing the shocked captor slightly up into the air. The tickle slave used the slim opportunity to roll to her right side, away from Ziva, who landed directly on her left arm right next to where Dawn had been.
After wincing from hitting her arm on the metal floor, the slaver reached her right hand, which had previously been going for a rope on her jean-like shorts, towards the captive to try and pull her in closer. Dawn used her left hand to slap Ziva’s reaching arm as hard as she could, and then the teen pushed off the ground with her right arm, hoping that both of her enemy’s arms would be stinging with pain after the push and slap. The tickle slave ended up being somewhat correct in her assessment, and the slaver was only barely able to pull her left hand out from under her side and hold it up in a weak defense before Dawn was on top and pinning her former captor on her back.
Unfortunately for Dawn, that hand, which had been pressed flat against her torso when she attacked, was still functioning normally. Ziva quickly scrunched her fingers in and lightly scratched her captive’s most ticklish spot, producing more squeals from the ticklish teen. This time, though, Dawn was set up in a better position. Unbothered by the tickling on her own torso, she took advantage of Ziva’s decision to wear a bikini top by wiggling her fingers into the unprotected midsection. The Tickle Cartel employee lost her previous demeanor of relative control and immediately screamed with shocked laughter, ceasing her own tickling and rushing both her hands back to defend herself.
Although Ziva’s right hand whiffed by Dawn’s tickling fingers, her left hand made contact and swept the digits away from the abdomen. The tickle slave lost the balance keeping her upper body elevated, and she fell on top of her cross-armed enemy, with both of her own arms to her left. Wanting to quickly regain the advantage, Dawn pushed up with her left arm, freeing both her right arm and both of Ziva’s arms, and the slaver retaliated by pulling her arms in and again shoving Dawn off of her.
This time, Dawn landed off to the left, and Ziva came right after her, having learned her lesson after failing to act quickly following the first push-off. The captor went in for a tickle attack, wiggling her fingers threateningly as they dashed towards the ticklish teen’s tummy, but Dawn was paying too much attention for this to succeed. The desperate tickle slave intercepted the tickle-attacking hands at the wrists and kept them above her tickle spots, temporarily stalemating the two as Ziva got on top of Dawn and pressed down. Both combatants used all their strength to try and gain an advantage, Ziva attempting to pin Dawn’s arms above her head and Dawn trying to turn Ziva over and do the same to her. While they struggled in the stalemate, the two finally had a chance to look each other in the eyes, and Ziva weakened her push upon seeing raging desperation all over Dawn’s face. The tickle slave exploited this second shocked response, finally succeeding in turning the tables yet again and pinning the slaver to the floor.
Holding Ziva’s wrists firmly against the metal ground, Dawn quickly realized she needed to solidify her advantage. She knew that the slaver was ticklish on her torso, but both potential tickling hands that she had were needed to keep her former captor from defending herself after the ticklish attack. Her mind scrambled for a new technique, and when one finally came to light, she wasted no time executing it. The former tickle slave leaned down to blow a raspberry on the unprotected midriff, allowing all four hands to come closer to Ziva’s head while doing so. Again, the slaver shrieked, but the zerbert was long and intense enough that she could not utilize the slack on her hands to free them. Dawn secured her position with a few more raspberries, each hitting next to or on Ziva’s sensitive navel, and the resistance in between tickles got weaker and weaker.
Finally, after enduring several zerberts, the slaver was far too exhausted to resist, and when Dawn let one wrist go, the limp hand dropped. The former tickle slave quickly joined both of the slaver’s wrists in a single hand, and as she did so, Ziva’s eyes opened and she screamed, “HELP! DIAHAHAHAHAHA!” Alarmed by the call for help, Dawn retaliated by wiggling the five fingers of her free hand into the ticklish tummy, cutting off the plea.
“NO, you evil… UGGH!” Dawn screamed, wanting to swear at Ziva, but physically unable to do so. In an instant, her situation had gone from great to terrible, since she was sure that the other slaver would be on her way soon. “Why’d you have to do that?”
“STAHAHAHAP!” was the only response she got out of her ticklish former captor.
‘What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do?’ Dawn frantically wondered as her eyes scanned the room for something to even the odds when the more sadistic slaver came down. Her vision darted to the other side of the room, where she spotted something on the side of one of the large containers presumably holding Maile or Hope. Five heavy-looking poles, bolted to the floor at the bottom, were leaning up against the structure, potentially to keep it upright if the ship started rocking. Luckily for Dawn, the number of poles allowed each one to be thin enough that a person could probably be bound to it. And Dawn already had a tool to tie up her former captor with, thanks to Ziva herself. Presumably intending to bind Dawn after taking her out of the machine, the slaver had hooked some rope through the belt loops of her jean shorts. Dawn had noticed the rope while raspberrying Ziva, and she fully intended to use it against the evil Tickle Cartel employee. With a general plan in place, the tickle slave’s eyes shot back to the side of her previous machine, which was notably closer, and she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the same poles on either side.
Still tickling Ziva’s bare belly with five furious fingers, she dragged the laughing slaver over to the nearest pole. She finally ceased her torture when the two reached the secure potential bondage sight, once again using both her hands to grip Ziva’s defenseless wrists. In a flash, the slaver’s wrists were around the pole and back in Dawn’s right hand. The former tickle slave reached back towards Ziva’s jean shorts and ripped a rope through the belt loop that had been loosely holding it in place. Dawn made quick work of securing her captive enemy’s wrists together, and although she was sure that her rope skills were not excellent, she tied the ropes very tightly and then secured the remaining rope on the pole, doing the best she could to keep the Tickle Cartel employee from freeing herself. Thinking quickly of how to better keep the slaver in place, Dawn grabbed a long piece of rope from Ziva’s jean stash. She used all ten fingers to tickle and press on the slaver’s sensitive stomach, and the new captive squirmed backwards until she had been pushed up against the pole. With her prisoner in place, the former tickle slave quickly wrapped the rope around the pole at Ziva’s rib level, tying it up in the back to keep her as secure as possible.
Dawn was just about to grab the third and final piece of rope and use it to bind Ziva’s ankles when a stomping noise came from outside the room, and upon looking up, she heard a door slam open. The tickle slave’s head jerked towards the sound, and she spotted Diana charging towards her. Once the two locked eyes, the second slaver yelled, “SLAVE SCUM! You’d better surrender right now, you idiotic piece of…” Dawn blocked out the last word as she stumbled away from Ziva. “Get down on the ground, or I will put you there, and you’ll be sorry!”
Terrified, Dawn kept backing up as Diana rushed her, fury on the latter’s face. As Diana quickly closed the distance, the reflection of the light from the door of her open Stomach Slaver caught Dawn’s eye. Desperation took complete control of Dawn and strengthened her, and when Diana got within her reach, the former tickle slave grabbed her and hurled her through the large opening into the tickle machine. Realizing that Diana could be locked in the machine just as easily as Dawn had been earlier, the tickle slave rushed the short distance and grabbed the door, slamming it shut and reversing their roles from a few days prior.
Dawn heard fists pound against the door, and then the sadistic slaver’s voice yelled angrily, “Let me out, you… slave!” The former tickle slave had to block out a series of words, and her eyes widened significantly at the terms Diana was using. “If you do not let me out of here right now, I guarantee that the Tickle Cartel will beat you so badly you won’t know your name when they finish. I swear, slave scum; I swear you will regret this day!”
Dawn recoiled at the words, and she ran back towards a reenergized Ziva, who also seemed shocked at how Diana was expressing her fury. Despite her shock, the bound slaver registered Dawn approaching her, and she still had two free legs. When the escaping tickle slave got close enough, Ziva bent her legs in and kicked out, one leg after the other. The first shoe caught Dawn’s left knee, and as she fell to the other knee, the second strike hit her torso and shoved her away, knocking the breath out of her in the process. Quickly recovering her senses, Dawn got up and headed back towards the slaver, who had bent her legs again for another strike. The former tickle slave was ready this time, dodging the left leg kick and grabbing the right leg when it attacked. Ziva attempted to pull her left leg back for another strong kick, but Dawn caught it and pushed both secured legs back towards the slaver so she could reach the final rope on her former captor’s jeans. Once she had that rope, there was not much Ziva could do, and soon the slaver was bound at her wrists, ribs, and ankles.
“Wait, NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!” Ziva broke into laughter as Dawn attempted to distract herself from the harsh words, which had continued during the kicking and binding, by furiously tickling the other slaver’s abdomen. “PLEHEHEHEASE!”
“How do I make her be quiet?” As the vitriol from inside the Stomach Slaver continued to try and assault Dawn’s ears, even through the laughter, she was more desperate than ever to make it stop.
“IHIHIHILL TAHAHAHALK!” Unlike with the raspberries, Ziva was surprisingly resistant to the finger tickling, but she eventually gave in after a few minutes had passed. Once the tickling ceased, Ziva winced from a fresh round of angry insults and threats from Diana, and then she spoke up, “You have to turn the machine on. On the side closest to us is the control panel for the Stomach Slaver. All you’ve got to do is press the power button. The machine will activate, and after it initializes, its internal noise dampening systems will begin working.”
Dawn was somewhat scared that following Ziva’s instructions would result in a furious Diana being freed, but a new string of curses from the slaver inside the machine overrode her concerns. The tickle slave took two leaps over to the control panel and slammed the power button, and the familiar voice of Jerk spoke up, “Activating. Searching for slave, identity: unknown.”
“What have you done, you piece of… slave?” Another curse accompanied a desperate voice inside the Stomach Slaver once the machine’s initialization started.
“Unknown slave identi-” The machine finally cut off, and all was quiet in the room again.
With no cursing to distract her, Dawn made her way over to Ziva, determined to make her pay for the enslavement, and the available slaver, eyes wide, begged, “Please, Dawn! Don’t tickle MEHEHEHEHE!”
“You earned this, you evil monster,” Dawn had already decided that she needed revenge on Ziva, and she mercilessly tickle tortured her captive’s midriff.
“STAHAHAHAP DAHAHAWN! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” the begging got louder and louder as Dawn went all out in her thirst for ticklish revenge.
After a few minutes, Dawn finally ceased her tickling, feeling like she had achieved her revenge. While she was tormenting Ziva, the former tickle slave had thought up the next part of her plan: freeing Maile and Hope. They had helped her when she first was brought on board; the least she could do was to free them, too. Resolved to help the two other tickle slaves, she turned back to her bound ticklee and asked, “How do I free the other people you took?”
“Listen to me, Dawn.” Even though she was sucking in air after the tickling, Ziva’s voice had an edge to it that made Dawn pay attention. “We’ve been docked at the Tickle Cartel since shortly before I came down to get you, and they always send people from the slave training academy to escort us and our tickle slaves back. They wait a little bit so that we have time to get all the tickle slaves out of their machines, but they are definitely on their way by now. I can tell that you want to escape, but you need to face facts, Dawn. You took a while to subdue Diana and me, and the guards are probably here already, waiting to escort you and the other slaves to the academy. If they see you alone, they will stun you and beat you mercilessly, and you’ll probably be in terrible shape by the time they’re done. And neither you nor I want that for you. So let me go, and I will make sure that no one hurts you. I’ll even leave Diana in the machine until long after you’re at the training academy. She won’t get to you, and she will not be able to hurt you. No one will.”
“Tell me how to get the others out!” Dawn demanded, still thinking there was a chance to help her fellow tickle slaves.
“I can tell you, but if you free them, there’s no way you avoid the training academy guards,” Ziva firmly responded. “I’m pretty sure that those guards are already here, but even on the off chance that they’re not, they will arrive by the time that you get those two out. Your only chance to escape is to run away right now. And that’s still a real slim chance.”
‘She sounds like she’s telling the truth,’ Dawn admitted to herself as her mind raced. ‘So, if I try to free the others, all of us will stay slaves. And that’s just not an option. I have to go.’ Resolved to leave without her fellow tickle slaves, Dawn took one step towards the exit before another reality hit her. ‘The Tickle Cartel has ships and stuff; they probably have paved roads. I can’t go out there in bare feet; they’ll get all scratched up and hurt.’ She glanced back towards Ziva, who had shoes and socks on, and knelt down by the slaver’s feet, wincing as the knee that Ziva had kicked touched the ground.
“What are you doing?” Ziva panicked when Dawn began to untie her shoelaces. “You’re going to get caught!”
‘I’ll get caught anyways if I have to walk over pavement like this,’ Dawn kept her reasoning inside her mind as she quickly unlaced the shoes and removed both them and the socks, leaving the slaver barefoot. Ziva continued to complain about having her footwear removed, and she also tried to convince Dawn that the latter had sacrificed her chance at freedom, but the former tickle slave ignored the words. Instead, she simply turned over to a sitting position and slipped the shoes and socks on her own bare feet. Unfortunately, Ziva’s feet were a size or two smaller than Dawn’s, and the shoes were painful to put on. Acting as fast as she could, Dawn removed both pieces of footwear and put the shoes back on. They were not exactly comfortable, but they were bearable now that the socks were no longer compressing her feet further.
Leaving the socks on the floor, Dawn hobbled towards the open door that Diana had come through, her left knee and both of her feet hurting. She began to ascend the stairs carefully, looking out for any other slavers on board the ship but finding none. By the time she reached the room where she had met the other tickle slaves, the pain in her knee was starting to subside. The freed tickle slave snuck towards the door leading to the open deck, looking out for Tickle Cartel employees who could end her quest for freedom with a horrible beating. Luckily for her, the training academy guards had not arrived, and, ignoring the pain in her feet as best as she could, Dawn ran off the ship and sprinted away, finally free of her captors.
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Chapter 3: On the Run, Part 2
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