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Here is part 7 of Chapter 19 of Dawn's Story. I hope you enjoy it! Please let me know what you think, and thank you for reading!
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Chapter 19: Weekend Whirlwind, Part 6
Dawn had not had a nightmare like this in a long time. After falling asleep, the switch found herself completely bound for tickle torture. She was stuck to a wall, and bondage tape was wrapped around her from neck to ankles. Only her outie bellybutton was exposed, with a special hole cut out of the tape giving the ticklers access to it. To sadistically complement the tape, the people who tied her here placed heavy metal clamps over the tops of her feet and over her toes, keeping them completely still. Her mouth had a gag in it, stopping her from begging for mercy. However, her eyes and ears were untouched, ensuring that she saw and heard her two tormentors.
Those tormentors were an unwelcome blast from the past. Diana and Ziva were no longer tickle slaves; instead, they each used two electric flossers on the exposed outie. The two taunted their helpless ticklee, admonishing her for trying to escape them and telling her that she would become a good tickle slave, one way or another. With a gag in her mouth, Dawn could not tell them the truth that she had escaped and that they should be in her position now.
Although Dawn could not escape the tickling, she could avert her eyes from the former Transporters, at least when the flossers did not force tears to cover them. The only distraction she had from her own torture was almost worse: Connor was on the wall across from her, bound very similarly. In his case, his arms were above his head instead of at his sides, and the bondage tape had been removed from his ribs and chest instead of his bellybutton. Tickle Mistress Wendy stood right there, tickling his exposed skin mercilessly. Another woman stayed nearby, mostly nodding in approval but occasionally joining in to make Connor jerk against his bonds.
Dawn briefly had time to wonder if this was what would have happened if Wendy had found out about her back when Connor arrived. Then a flosser hit the top of her outie and jerked her attention back to her tickle torture. “That’s right, slave,” Diana cruelly stated. “We’re going to tickle you so much, and when we get done, we’re going to tell your trainers exactly how you feel about flossers. Better get used to this; it’ll be your life after you get sold.”
Dawn’s eyes popped open, and she shivered in fear of the dream. She pulled her blanket in tighter as she stared at the ceiling, trying to fully wake up. Finally, she turned to the clock, seeing that it was about half past midnight. Rolling over, she closed her eyes, but she never came close to sleep, and they opened up a few minutes later. She stayed under her covers for a little while, trying to mentally block out the nightmare and her sudden wake-up from it, before finally giving up and getting out of bed.
The first thing she noticed when the blankets were gone was that she had not changed from her daytime clothes. Hoping that getting into pajamas would solve her minor sleep woes, she picked out a pair and then went back to bed. Sleep still refused to come to the switch, and she was soon sitting up against the wall. She wracked her mind, trying to figure out what she could do to sooth it. Eventually, she headed out to the kitchen and grabbed a snack. By the time she was finished with that, she was tired, but Diana and Ziva were dominating her mind again.
Dawn headed back to her room, hoping that the two former Transporters would go away when she was comfortable in her bed. When she closed her eyes, the pair and their dream-given flossers flashed in front of her eyes, and they did not go away when she squeezed her eyes shut tighter. She could not sleep with them in her mind, and she gave up after another few minutes. Getting up, she retrieved the sketchbook at her desk and sketched Maddie tickling Jen, hoping that the memory of her close friends could put some positivity in her mind.
When she finished a rough sketch of the Dungeon Tickler pair, Dawn went back to bed, and this time, she was able to relax and fall asleep. She began with a dream about the pair tickling her, but before long, the bondage tape reappeared. Jen and Maddie were whisked away, and Diana and Ziva returned. “Can’t have you getting away, slave,” Ziva announced as she brought both flossers to Dawn’s outie. “Can’t even have you thinking about getting away. You’re in for a long, long punishment with these.” She held up the flossers, and Dawn’s eyes radiated fear. With a smile, Ziva taunted, “Oh, I think the tickle slave’s a little scared of the buzzers. Good. With how often you’ll be feeling them, you’re going to be so submissive. Like a perfect slave. We’ll make sure your mistress knows that flossers will keep you in check. I’m sure she’ll take advantage of it for the rest of your life. Your helplessly ticklish life as her slave.” With a smirk, the former Transporter returned her torture tools to the navel and tickled away. The professional switch suffered several more minutes at their mercy before she startled herself awake again. A check of the clock revealed that it was just after four.
With a groan, Dawn decided to skip the formalities of going out and getting a snack and just hurry to something that worked. She grabbed the sketchbook and considered what to draw. Eventually, she settled on a nearby grassy park, hoping that by sketching a scene without tickling, she could avoid the bad version of the activity in her dream. She drew the grass, the benches, the athletic courts, everything she could think of, and she did not stop until the black-and-white scene looked as perfect as it could.
Satisfied with the latest sketch, Dawn yawned and laid back in bed, lazily yanking the single blanket over her body. She fell back into slumber, and no dreams popped up immediately. Eventually, her subconscious recalled the park, and she found herself skipping through it, feeling free and wonderful. She was just about to settle down on a bench when her alarm began blaring and robbed her of that.
“Ugh!” she groaned as she slapped the alarm off. With another tired groan, she tossed the blanket up off her and forced herself to get out of bed. As much as she wanted more sleep, she knew that it was too late. Her alarm only went off at eight o’clock if she had not previously turned it off, and it was time for her to be up. She trudged out of her room towards the kitchen, and not even the wonderful smell of Connor’s eggs could improve her mood. “Morning, Con,” she spoke barely loud enough for him to hear when she saw him.
“Morning, Dawn,” he responded warily, eyeing her half-closed eyes and generally down demeanor. “Want some eggs?”
“That’d be nice,” she forced a smile as she got a water cup out for herself. Once it was full, she took her drink out to the dining room and took her place at the table, then folded her arms and rested her head on them.
She stayed like this until she heard something lightly clang on the table and ten fingers attacked her stretched-out stomach. “Morning, Dawn. Seems like you need some wake-up tickles.”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA COHOHOHOHON THAHAHAHAT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES!” Dawn’s head shot up, and laughter poured out of her mouth as Connor took advantage of her vulnerability.
“I bet it does; this tummy’s so ticklish.” Unlike before, he did not stop right away, instead continuing to target her torso. She laughed hysterically, but this tickling was so nice that she did not attempt to defend her most ticklish spot. “I’m going to tickle it until you’re completely awake.”
After a few minutes of letting out some good laughs, Dawn finally acquiesced the request, “OHOHOKAHAHAY COHOHOHON! IHIHIHIM AHAHAWAHAHAKE!”
His fingers left her midsection, and he cheerily announced, “Morning again, Dawn! Your eggs are right there.”
“Thanks, Con,” she replied, a big smile still on her face. She dug into the eggs, enjoying the much-needed sustenance that they provided. Connor had some cereal to eat, explaining that he had already made himself some eggs when Dawn asked.
Despite the great breakfast, Dawn’s tiredness returned after she finished. “Sorry, Con, but I’m going to get some more sleep. I really didn’t sleep all that well last night.”
“Oh, okay,” he responded. “Are you still going to want to jog later?”
“Maybe,” she half-heartedly answered before leaving for her bedroom. She laid down again and tried to get back to sleep, and after tossing and turning for a bit, she faded into slumber. A bit later, she woke up and glanced at the clock. She was still tired, but it was already past ten, and Cecelia would be coming over in a few hours. Reluctantly, she forced herself out of bed and decided that a jog would be the best thing to wake her up. She changed into jogging clothes and finally departed her room.
“Does that mean you want to go on a jog?” Connor asked, looking over her clothes, when she found him in the living room.
“Yes, but I’m probably going to go slower than normal. Still a bit tired.”
“I’ll go get changed,” he smiled, then he briefly spidered her stomach as he passed her, getting a good-sized giggle.
Even though Dawn was still tired, the jog was routine. Connor restrained his tickling to pokes, although he seemed to give her one every single time she closed her eyes to make sure she stayed awake. She did feel a bit more alert by the time they got back home, and both of them separated for showers.
After that, she immediately began preparing lasagna for dinner, getting everything ready so she could stick it in the oven after Cecelia arrived. Connor came out during this and questioned if they were having it for lunch, and she explained that she typically made dinner whenever her old roommate came over. However, he was hungry, so once Dawn was finished preparing dinner, she helped him fix a quick batch of burritos for lunch. They ate and then spent the time waiting for Cecelia in the living room, him watching television and her reading an art book. This time, she did not display her bare belly for him, knowing that she would likely get tickled plenty after her old roommate showed up.
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Chapter 19: Weekend Whirlwind, Part 8
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Chapter 19: Weekend Whirlwind, Part 6
Dawn had not had a nightmare like this in a long time. After falling asleep, the switch found herself completely bound for tickle torture. She was stuck to a wall, and bondage tape was wrapped around her from neck to ankles. Only her outie bellybutton was exposed, with a special hole cut out of the tape giving the ticklers access to it. To sadistically complement the tape, the people who tied her here placed heavy metal clamps over the tops of her feet and over her toes, keeping them completely still. Her mouth had a gag in it, stopping her from begging for mercy. However, her eyes and ears were untouched, ensuring that she saw and heard her two tormentors.
Those tormentors were an unwelcome blast from the past. Diana and Ziva were no longer tickle slaves; instead, they each used two electric flossers on the exposed outie. The two taunted their helpless ticklee, admonishing her for trying to escape them and telling her that she would become a good tickle slave, one way or another. With a gag in her mouth, Dawn could not tell them the truth that she had escaped and that they should be in her position now.
Although Dawn could not escape the tickling, she could avert her eyes from the former Transporters, at least when the flossers did not force tears to cover them. The only distraction she had from her own torture was almost worse: Connor was on the wall across from her, bound very similarly. In his case, his arms were above his head instead of at his sides, and the bondage tape had been removed from his ribs and chest instead of his bellybutton. Tickle Mistress Wendy stood right there, tickling his exposed skin mercilessly. Another woman stayed nearby, mostly nodding in approval but occasionally joining in to make Connor jerk against his bonds.
Dawn briefly had time to wonder if this was what would have happened if Wendy had found out about her back when Connor arrived. Then a flosser hit the top of her outie and jerked her attention back to her tickle torture. “That’s right, slave,” Diana cruelly stated. “We’re going to tickle you so much, and when we get done, we’re going to tell your trainers exactly how you feel about flossers. Better get used to this; it’ll be your life after you get sold.”
Dawn’s eyes popped open, and she shivered in fear of the dream. She pulled her blanket in tighter as she stared at the ceiling, trying to fully wake up. Finally, she turned to the clock, seeing that it was about half past midnight. Rolling over, she closed her eyes, but she never came close to sleep, and they opened up a few minutes later. She stayed under her covers for a little while, trying to mentally block out the nightmare and her sudden wake-up from it, before finally giving up and getting out of bed.
The first thing she noticed when the blankets were gone was that she had not changed from her daytime clothes. Hoping that getting into pajamas would solve her minor sleep woes, she picked out a pair and then went back to bed. Sleep still refused to come to the switch, and she was soon sitting up against the wall. She wracked her mind, trying to figure out what she could do to sooth it. Eventually, she headed out to the kitchen and grabbed a snack. By the time she was finished with that, she was tired, but Diana and Ziva were dominating her mind again.
Dawn headed back to her room, hoping that the two former Transporters would go away when she was comfortable in her bed. When she closed her eyes, the pair and their dream-given flossers flashed in front of her eyes, and they did not go away when she squeezed her eyes shut tighter. She could not sleep with them in her mind, and she gave up after another few minutes. Getting up, she retrieved the sketchbook at her desk and sketched Maddie tickling Jen, hoping that the memory of her close friends could put some positivity in her mind.
When she finished a rough sketch of the Dungeon Tickler pair, Dawn went back to bed, and this time, she was able to relax and fall asleep. She began with a dream about the pair tickling her, but before long, the bondage tape reappeared. Jen and Maddie were whisked away, and Diana and Ziva returned. “Can’t have you getting away, slave,” Ziva announced as she brought both flossers to Dawn’s outie. “Can’t even have you thinking about getting away. You’re in for a long, long punishment with these.” She held up the flossers, and Dawn’s eyes radiated fear. With a smile, Ziva taunted, “Oh, I think the tickle slave’s a little scared of the buzzers. Good. With how often you’ll be feeling them, you’re going to be so submissive. Like a perfect slave. We’ll make sure your mistress knows that flossers will keep you in check. I’m sure she’ll take advantage of it for the rest of your life. Your helplessly ticklish life as her slave.” With a smirk, the former Transporter returned her torture tools to the navel and tickled away. The professional switch suffered several more minutes at their mercy before she startled herself awake again. A check of the clock revealed that it was just after four.
With a groan, Dawn decided to skip the formalities of going out and getting a snack and just hurry to something that worked. She grabbed the sketchbook and considered what to draw. Eventually, she settled on a nearby grassy park, hoping that by sketching a scene without tickling, she could avoid the bad version of the activity in her dream. She drew the grass, the benches, the athletic courts, everything she could think of, and she did not stop until the black-and-white scene looked as perfect as it could.
Satisfied with the latest sketch, Dawn yawned and laid back in bed, lazily yanking the single blanket over her body. She fell back into slumber, and no dreams popped up immediately. Eventually, her subconscious recalled the park, and she found herself skipping through it, feeling free and wonderful. She was just about to settle down on a bench when her alarm began blaring and robbed her of that.
“Ugh!” she groaned as she slapped the alarm off. With another tired groan, she tossed the blanket up off her and forced herself to get out of bed. As much as she wanted more sleep, she knew that it was too late. Her alarm only went off at eight o’clock if she had not previously turned it off, and it was time for her to be up. She trudged out of her room towards the kitchen, and not even the wonderful smell of Connor’s eggs could improve her mood. “Morning, Con,” she spoke barely loud enough for him to hear when she saw him.
“Morning, Dawn,” he responded warily, eyeing her half-closed eyes and generally down demeanor. “Want some eggs?”
“That’d be nice,” she forced a smile as she got a water cup out for herself. Once it was full, she took her drink out to the dining room and took her place at the table, then folded her arms and rested her head on them.
She stayed like this until she heard something lightly clang on the table and ten fingers attacked her stretched-out stomach. “Morning, Dawn. Seems like you need some wake-up tickles.”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA COHOHOHOHON THAHAHAHAT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES!” Dawn’s head shot up, and laughter poured out of her mouth as Connor took advantage of her vulnerability.
“I bet it does; this tummy’s so ticklish.” Unlike before, he did not stop right away, instead continuing to target her torso. She laughed hysterically, but this tickling was so nice that she did not attempt to defend her most ticklish spot. “I’m going to tickle it until you’re completely awake.”
After a few minutes of letting out some good laughs, Dawn finally acquiesced the request, “OHOHOKAHAHAY COHOHOHON! IHIHIHIM AHAHAWAHAHAKE!”
His fingers left her midsection, and he cheerily announced, “Morning again, Dawn! Your eggs are right there.”
“Thanks, Con,” she replied, a big smile still on her face. She dug into the eggs, enjoying the much-needed sustenance that they provided. Connor had some cereal to eat, explaining that he had already made himself some eggs when Dawn asked.
Despite the great breakfast, Dawn’s tiredness returned after she finished. “Sorry, Con, but I’m going to get some more sleep. I really didn’t sleep all that well last night.”
“Oh, okay,” he responded. “Are you still going to want to jog later?”
“Maybe,” she half-heartedly answered before leaving for her bedroom. She laid down again and tried to get back to sleep, and after tossing and turning for a bit, she faded into slumber. A bit later, she woke up and glanced at the clock. She was still tired, but it was already past ten, and Cecelia would be coming over in a few hours. Reluctantly, she forced herself out of bed and decided that a jog would be the best thing to wake her up. She changed into jogging clothes and finally departed her room.
“Does that mean you want to go on a jog?” Connor asked, looking over her clothes, when she found him in the living room.
“Yes, but I’m probably going to go slower than normal. Still a bit tired.”
“I’ll go get changed,” he smiled, then he briefly spidered her stomach as he passed her, getting a good-sized giggle.
Even though Dawn was still tired, the jog was routine. Connor restrained his tickling to pokes, although he seemed to give her one every single time she closed her eyes to make sure she stayed awake. She did feel a bit more alert by the time they got back home, and both of them separated for showers.
After that, she immediately began preparing lasagna for dinner, getting everything ready so she could stick it in the oven after Cecelia arrived. Connor came out during this and questioned if they were having it for lunch, and she explained that she typically made dinner whenever her old roommate came over. However, he was hungry, so once Dawn was finished preparing dinner, she helped him fix a quick batch of burritos for lunch. They ate and then spent the time waiting for Cecelia in the living room, him watching television and her reading an art book. This time, she did not display her bare belly for him, knowing that she would likely get tickled plenty after her old roommate showed up.
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Chapter 19: Weekend Whirlwind, Part 8
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