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Here is an additional part to Chapter 3 of Dawn's Story, and the final part of the chapter. It does not directly involve Dawn, but it closes out what happens on the ship.
It is also a shorter part, and 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 3: On the Run, Part 2
Back on the slave ship, five hours after docking
“Port Control, this is TS 38; do you read me, Port Control?” One of the Shippers who had navigated the small ship carrying Dawn called the Tickle Slave Training Academy using the Tickle Cartel’s unsecured transmission codes.
“Port Control reads you, TS 38, initializing secure transmission,” a voice on the other end spoke up before pausing. “Transmission secure. What do you need, Transporter Ship 38?”
“We’ve been waiting in this ship for five hours for our Testers to tell us that they’re finished,” an annoyed Shipper declared. “I think they forgot to come get us after they delivered the slaves to you. Could you please find them and ask them to hurry back so we can be cleared to clean the ship and leave?”
“Okay, but first, I need to verify the identity of your Testers, number 38,” the Training Academy representative responded.
“Diana and Ziva, and we had three slaves to deliver,” the Shipper impatiently provided the information.
“Yep, Transporter Ship 38, Diana and Ziva, three tickle slaves,” the other voice went through the checklist. “Okay, it looks like… they never showed up at the Training Academy.”
“Wait, what?” a newly alarmed Shipper asked.
“Are you messing with us?” Another Shipper voice came across the intercom. “There’s no way that they…”
“We don’t have anything from your ship aside from the initial transmission after you docked and this one,” the Training Academy representative interrupted. “No ship to shore communications, no one showing up to deliver the tickle slaves. This is very odd. I’m not sure what to do, but I’m sure my supervisor can help you. I’ll get her over here.”
On the ship, the two Shippers looked terrified as they stared at each other, wondering what in the world could have happened. After a minute or so, a new voice came from the Training Academy end of the radio, “Hello, Transporter Ship 38. I am the communications supervisor at the Training Academy. Standard protocol dictates that I call in my boss to deal with potential tickle slave escapes, which is what appears to have happened. I wanted to let you know what’s going on at our end, since it will take some time to get my boss here, but we will make that as quick as possible. Thanks!”
While waiting, the two Shippers fearfully discussed amongst themselves the horrors of a tickle slave escaping. They knew that they would not be held personally responsible, since they were forbidden from going near tickle slaves, but the prospect of one getting away still shook them both and raised questions. Would the slave find a way to break through their protective door? If she did get through, would she hurt or tie up the Shippers, just like she had probably done to Diana and Ziva? Why were Diana and Ziva not able to contain a broken tickle slave? Was the tickle slave even broken before escaping? All these questions and more were shot back and forth between the two protected Transporters as they awaited the supervisor’s boss.
Before any of the questions actually got concrete answers, a commanding voice came over the radio, “This is Tickle Mistress Heather of the Training Academy. Neither Diana nor Ziva ever showed up here to deliver tickle slaves. Since it has been so long since you informed us that you docked, we have to make the assumption that at least one of your tickle slaves escaped or somehow incapacitated your Testers. I’m going to send some of my people to your ship to retrieve any tickle slaves you have there and clear the ship out for you. They’ll work fast, and they’ll speak to you when they board your ship and again after they finish. Until then, stay put. We’ll resolve this situation and get you out of there as quick as possible.”
“Thanks, Training Academy,” one of the Shippers nervously replied before the communication cut off.
After about fifteen minutes, there was a knock on the door to the Shipper quarters and navigation rooms. The primary Shipper from the radio looked through the peephole, and, seeing someone who could reasonably be from the Training Academy, opened the door slightly and greeted the guest with a nervous, “Hello?”
“Hi, we’re from the Training Academy, and we just wanted to let you know that we’re here and working on getting your ship cleared out,” a friendly, well-muscled woman spoke from the other side of the door. “We’re heading downstairs to get all the tickle slaves, and we’ll let you know as soon as we’re done.”
“Thanks,” the Shipper’s voice was calmer after the reassurance, and she breathed a sigh of relief when she shut the door again.
On the bottom floor of the slave ship, with the Training Academy guards
“Hello, is anyone- oh my goodness!” one of the Training Academy guards pretended to be surprised after reaching the tickle machine rooms and spotting Ziva tied to one of the machine’s support structures. “What happened? Who are you?”
“I’m Ziva, one of the Testers,” Ziva spoke up, seeming relieved to finally have someone come to get her. “One of our tickle slaves escaped while being taken out of her machine. My partner, Diana, got locked in the tickle machine that Dawn, the escaped slave, had been in. Dawn tied me up here, so we haven’t been able to call for help.”
“Well, I hate to bring this up, but you know the punishment for letting a tickle slave escape,” the head Training Academy guard solemnly dictated. “We’re going to have to take you and your partner back to the Training Academy, as tickle slaves. You’ll have the opportunity to help make a sketch of this tickle slave so the Jolly Jesters can try and find her. But unless she gets recaptured…”
“Yes, I understand,” Ziva resignedly stated. She put up no resistance as she was freed from the pole and summarily restrained with cuffs on her wrists and ankles.
“Did you….” Having been tickled for a while, Diana was exhausted by the time she was freed from the machine, but she paused after seeing the multitude of Tickle Cartel guards around her. “Ziva, Ziva, did… oh, no.” She finally spotted her partner’s face, and the look of despair confirmed her worst fears.
When Maile and Hope were released, they stayed silent, although their faces betrayed shock at their former captors being bound just like they were. However, no one asked where Dawn was, and five of the six guards that had come from the Training Academy left with the four tickle slaves. The head guard, who had stayed, radioed the Tickle Mistress on a secured line, “Tickle Mistress Heather, my team is escorting the tickle slaves and Testers to the Training Academy from Transporter Ship 38. One of the tickle slaves, named Dawn, escaped, and she left the two Testers tied up, one inside a Stomach Slaver and the other to a Stomach Slaver support pole. As per standard protocol, the Testers are bound and were informed that they are now tickle slaves. Is there anything else you want me to do while I’m here?”
“Take the recordings out of the Stomach Slaver that held the escaped tickle slave,” Heather issued new orders over the radio after considering the situation for just under a minute. “If you have trouble, look through the Testers’ bags; they should have instructions on how to access the recordings. It’s my understanding that Stomach Slavers store a month’s worth of data, so we should be able to see what happened to this Dawn.” The Tickle Mistress paused again before thinking out loud, “A tickle slave should not be physically able to escape after days of tickle torture. Perhaps these recordings will reveal that the Transporters or this machine pushed her into an escape attempt.”
“Yes, Tickle Mistress,” the head guard affirmed the orders once her boss was done speaking. “Anything else?”
“No, the recording should show the serial number of the machine, so we can inform the Transporters to hold it and repair it if needed,” Heather answered. “Once you’ve got that, you can turn the ship over to the Shippers.”
“Yes, Tickle Mistress,” the automated response came from the head guard. “I’ll get right on it.” With that, the Training Academy guard went to work removing the Stomach Slaver’s recordings.
Next Chapter
Chapter 4: A New Paradise, Part 1
It is also a shorter part, and 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 3: On the Run, Part 2
Back on the slave ship, five hours after docking
“Port Control, this is TS 38; do you read me, Port Control?” One of the Shippers who had navigated the small ship carrying Dawn called the Tickle Slave Training Academy using the Tickle Cartel’s unsecured transmission codes.
“Port Control reads you, TS 38, initializing secure transmission,” a voice on the other end spoke up before pausing. “Transmission secure. What do you need, Transporter Ship 38?”
“We’ve been waiting in this ship for five hours for our Testers to tell us that they’re finished,” an annoyed Shipper declared. “I think they forgot to come get us after they delivered the slaves to you. Could you please find them and ask them to hurry back so we can be cleared to clean the ship and leave?”
“Okay, but first, I need to verify the identity of your Testers, number 38,” the Training Academy representative responded.
“Diana and Ziva, and we had three slaves to deliver,” the Shipper impatiently provided the information.
“Yep, Transporter Ship 38, Diana and Ziva, three tickle slaves,” the other voice went through the checklist. “Okay, it looks like… they never showed up at the Training Academy.”
“Wait, what?” a newly alarmed Shipper asked.
“Are you messing with us?” Another Shipper voice came across the intercom. “There’s no way that they…”
“We don’t have anything from your ship aside from the initial transmission after you docked and this one,” the Training Academy representative interrupted. “No ship to shore communications, no one showing up to deliver the tickle slaves. This is very odd. I’m not sure what to do, but I’m sure my supervisor can help you. I’ll get her over here.”
On the ship, the two Shippers looked terrified as they stared at each other, wondering what in the world could have happened. After a minute or so, a new voice came from the Training Academy end of the radio, “Hello, Transporter Ship 38. I am the communications supervisor at the Training Academy. Standard protocol dictates that I call in my boss to deal with potential tickle slave escapes, which is what appears to have happened. I wanted to let you know what’s going on at our end, since it will take some time to get my boss here, but we will make that as quick as possible. Thanks!”
While waiting, the two Shippers fearfully discussed amongst themselves the horrors of a tickle slave escaping. They knew that they would not be held personally responsible, since they were forbidden from going near tickle slaves, but the prospect of one getting away still shook them both and raised questions. Would the slave find a way to break through their protective door? If she did get through, would she hurt or tie up the Shippers, just like she had probably done to Diana and Ziva? Why were Diana and Ziva not able to contain a broken tickle slave? Was the tickle slave even broken before escaping? All these questions and more were shot back and forth between the two protected Transporters as they awaited the supervisor’s boss.
Before any of the questions actually got concrete answers, a commanding voice came over the radio, “This is Tickle Mistress Heather of the Training Academy. Neither Diana nor Ziva ever showed up here to deliver tickle slaves. Since it has been so long since you informed us that you docked, we have to make the assumption that at least one of your tickle slaves escaped or somehow incapacitated your Testers. I’m going to send some of my people to your ship to retrieve any tickle slaves you have there and clear the ship out for you. They’ll work fast, and they’ll speak to you when they board your ship and again after they finish. Until then, stay put. We’ll resolve this situation and get you out of there as quick as possible.”
“Thanks, Training Academy,” one of the Shippers nervously replied before the communication cut off.
After about fifteen minutes, there was a knock on the door to the Shipper quarters and navigation rooms. The primary Shipper from the radio looked through the peephole, and, seeing someone who could reasonably be from the Training Academy, opened the door slightly and greeted the guest with a nervous, “Hello?”
“Hi, we’re from the Training Academy, and we just wanted to let you know that we’re here and working on getting your ship cleared out,” a friendly, well-muscled woman spoke from the other side of the door. “We’re heading downstairs to get all the tickle slaves, and we’ll let you know as soon as we’re done.”
“Thanks,” the Shipper’s voice was calmer after the reassurance, and she breathed a sigh of relief when she shut the door again.
On the bottom floor of the slave ship, with the Training Academy guards
“Hello, is anyone- oh my goodness!” one of the Training Academy guards pretended to be surprised after reaching the tickle machine rooms and spotting Ziva tied to one of the machine’s support structures. “What happened? Who are you?”
“I’m Ziva, one of the Testers,” Ziva spoke up, seeming relieved to finally have someone come to get her. “One of our tickle slaves escaped while being taken out of her machine. My partner, Diana, got locked in the tickle machine that Dawn, the escaped slave, had been in. Dawn tied me up here, so we haven’t been able to call for help.”
“Well, I hate to bring this up, but you know the punishment for letting a tickle slave escape,” the head Training Academy guard solemnly dictated. “We’re going to have to take you and your partner back to the Training Academy, as tickle slaves. You’ll have the opportunity to help make a sketch of this tickle slave so the Jolly Jesters can try and find her. But unless she gets recaptured…”
“Yes, I understand,” Ziva resignedly stated. She put up no resistance as she was freed from the pole and summarily restrained with cuffs on her wrists and ankles.
“Did you….” Having been tickled for a while, Diana was exhausted by the time she was freed from the machine, but she paused after seeing the multitude of Tickle Cartel guards around her. “Ziva, Ziva, did… oh, no.” She finally spotted her partner’s face, and the look of despair confirmed her worst fears.
When Maile and Hope were released, they stayed silent, although their faces betrayed shock at their former captors being bound just like they were. However, no one asked where Dawn was, and five of the six guards that had come from the Training Academy left with the four tickle slaves. The head guard, who had stayed, radioed the Tickle Mistress on a secured line, “Tickle Mistress Heather, my team is escorting the tickle slaves and Testers to the Training Academy from Transporter Ship 38. One of the tickle slaves, named Dawn, escaped, and she left the two Testers tied up, one inside a Stomach Slaver and the other to a Stomach Slaver support pole. As per standard protocol, the Testers are bound and were informed that they are now tickle slaves. Is there anything else you want me to do while I’m here?”
“Take the recordings out of the Stomach Slaver that held the escaped tickle slave,” Heather issued new orders over the radio after considering the situation for just under a minute. “If you have trouble, look through the Testers’ bags; they should have instructions on how to access the recordings. It’s my understanding that Stomach Slavers store a month’s worth of data, so we should be able to see what happened to this Dawn.” The Tickle Mistress paused again before thinking out loud, “A tickle slave should not be physically able to escape after days of tickle torture. Perhaps these recordings will reveal that the Transporters or this machine pushed her into an escape attempt.”
“Yes, Tickle Mistress,” the head guard affirmed the orders once her boss was done speaking. “Anything else?”
“No, the recording should show the serial number of the machine, so we can inform the Transporters to hold it and repair it if needed,” Heather answered. “Once you’ve got that, you can turn the ship over to the Shippers.”
“Yes, Tickle Mistress,” the automated response came from the head guard. “I’ll get right on it.” With that, the Training Academy guard went to work removing the Stomach Slaver’s recordings.
Next Chapter
Chapter 4: A New Paradise, Part 1
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