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Here is Part 3 of Chapter 10 of The Tickle Cartel. I hope you enjoy it! Please let me know what you think, and thank you for reading!
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“How was the game?” Wendy inquired.
“Well, I didn’t get to play that much, to be honest,” Jen announced. “My partner was really ticklish, so they kept serving her near the sides. She couldn’t even take a little tickling on the armpits, and she never hit anything that was hit there. But the punishment tickling wasn’t much of a punishment.” Jen looked around and, not seeing Amelia, leaned in close so there would be no way Amelia could hear anything. “My tickler was terrible at tickling. She was tickling my belly, but it hardly tickled at all. It felt more like a massage, and I’ve had much more ticklish massages.”
“I see,” Wendy responded. “Well, remember that not everyone tickles as much as we do. So, I just checked in with Layla a while back, and we’re free. What do you want to do?”
Jen looked around and decided that she just wanted to see what was at this beach before choosing a specific activity. “Let’s just head around and see what there is here,” she told Wendy, who agreed to do the same.
The two Tickle Cartel employees began walking around the beach, looking for things to do. Jen noted in her head, ‘Wow, there sure seem to be a lot of those sand burial stations. Apparently, that must be a popular attraction here. There’s also a few more of those rope tie stations. I guess they really want people to get tickled when they visit Cackle Beach. Speaking of which, I feel like I never got a good tickling for losing that volleyball game, and it’s been too long since I was tickled really good. A whole couple of hours, if I’m right. I’m sure Tickle Mistress Wendy wouldn’t mind tying me up to tickle me. She’d probably actually enjoy that.”
“Hey, Wendy, I think I know what I want to do,” Jen addressed her superior.
“Yes?” Wendy asked for the activity.
“I don’t feel like I’ve been properly punished for losing that game, so I was…” Jen paused in the middle of her statement, a little embarrassed that she was asking it, “I was wondering if you’d tickle me in the rope ties for five minutes.”
“Of course!” Wendy jumped at the opportunity. “I’d love to do that, Jen. You say five minutes, we’ll do five minutes of ticklish tummy torture. And I do agree that you weren’t properly punished. I’ll be sure to rectify that.”
‘That’s what I was nervous about,’ Jen reflected on the last statement. ‘Oh well, I suppose there’s worse things.’
“Okay, so how do we do this?” Jen steeled herself and allowed the process to continue.
“I’ll explain to them what you want; you just need to tell them how long you want to be in,” Wendy instructed. “And they’ll let you out right on time, no sooner, no later.” The two headed over to an employee in the required visor. “Hello, my friend Jen wants to be tied up in your rope ties.”
“We’d love to do that!” the employee responded, eyeing Jen’s ticklish body. “Any spots you want us to make sure are exposed?”
“Her belly,” Wendy answered for Jen, who confirmed it with a sheepish nod.
“We can do that,” the employee affirmed. “And how long do you want to be tied up?”
“Five minutes,” Jen replied just loud enough for the employee to hear, but it was clear that she was a little nervous at giving Wendy this power.
“I’m sure you’ll have a good time,” the employee announced. She guided Jen over to the rope ties and then tied her up, arms far above her head to expose her body to any potential ticklers, although Wendy would be the only one. “Five minutes and I’ll get you out. Have fun!”
“Now we can really have fun, right, Jen?” Tickle Mistress Wendy eyed her mentee with a glint that Jen had come to expect from ticklers. “Tickle, tickle, tickle, ticklish Jen!”
“EHEHEHEHE!” Jen was putting a significant amount of effort into resisting her ‘punishment’, but when Wendy tickled her sides, she could not hold in any giggles.
“Resisting? That’s not very nice,” Wendy scolded Jen, her fingernails dancing around the ticklee’s sensitive sides.
Within a few seconds, the giggles turned into sputtered laughs, then full laughs, “AHA THAHAHAT TIHIHICKLEHEHES WEHEHENDY!”
“I know it does, Jen; I’m tickling you,” Wendy responded. “And you’re such a ticklish tickle toy. But more important, you’re a ticklish tickle toy who needs to be punished for not winning the volleyball game. And for that, there’s plenty of good places to test out. How ticklish is this spot?”
“AHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!” Jen screamed as Wendy targeted the center of her stomach, just around her navel. “THAHAHAHAHAT REHEHEHEHELLY TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES!”
‘That’s so ticklish,’ Jen thought inside her mind. ‘There’s just something about Wendy’s nails that makes the tickling so much worse.’ What Jen did not know was that Wendy had gone to get a manicure after Jen had left the day before. The manicure made her nails extra effective at tickling, and she had gotten it specifically to tickle Jen.
“You’re so, so ticklish, Jen,” Wendy teased. “I mean; I’m barely touching you, and you’re just hysterical. Now this has been fun, but what happens if I push a special button on you?”
“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!” Jen went further into hysterics when Wendy touched her bellybutton. “GEHEHET IHIHIT OHOHOUT GEHET IHIHT OHOHOHOHOUT!”
“What, you don’t like it when I get your tickle button, Jen?” Wendy pretended to be offended. “How dare you? I’m giving you the gift of a ticklish torture, and you’re begging for it to stop? I ought to punish you further just for that.”
“AHAHAHAHAHA!” Jen’s comprehensible words were reduced to just laughing as Wendy’s nails darted in and out of her bellybutton, tickling it deviously. However, Jen was still trying to get the fingers away from her tickle button, squirming the significant amount that her current bondage allowed. The ticklee was relieved to be in such loose bondage for once, but the advantage provided by her restraints was well offset by the effectiveness of Wendy’s tickling. Everywhere Jen moved, she was followed by those skilled fingernails, and there would be no stopping soon.
‘I don’t remember it tickling this much yesterday,’ Jen commented to herself. ‘I mean, it tickled a lot, but never this much. What did she do to make it tickle so much more?’
“Are you trying to get away from me?” Wendy admonished Jen. “I remember you being ticklish, but I thought you liked being tickled? Are my teases getting to you? Is me reminding you that you’re a ticklish little ticklee that’s just here to be tickle tortured making you want to get away? Are my nails just that effective? What happens if I try something else?”
Jen got a momentary break from the nails, only to scream out louder when they were replaced by a bellybutton raspberry, “AHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHA THAHAHAT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES MOHOHOHOHORE!”
“Good, good,” Wendy was pleased with Jen’s reaction as her nails returned to Jen’s navel. “Just accept it; I know you love being tickled. Let me tickle torture this ticklish tummy.”
‘I can do that,’ Jen accepted Wendy’s tickle torment of her torso. ‘I mean, it’s not like I have much choice anyway. She’s going to tickle me, no matter what I do. I might as well enjoy being tickle tortured.’
In a similar manner as when she was being tickled on the ship to the Tickle Cartel, Jen let her laughter flow freely, “AHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHA!” Jen’s smile was wider than it would have been just from being tickled as she let go and let Wendy tickle her. Seeing signs that Jen was enjoying her ticklish situation, Wendy decided to make it as ticklish as she could. The tickler brought her mouth in to blow several raspberries as her fingernails ravaged the rest of Jen’s midsection. All Jen could do in response was throw her head back and let out loud laughter, her abdomen completely controlled by her tickler. The tickle torture continued until the employee returned to let Jen out of the ropes, by which point Jen was a ticklish mess.
Wendy abruptly ended the tickling when instructed, and she helped her ticklee out of her bondage, giving her a shoulder to lean on. Following a quick rest break, Wendy led Jen over to get some water to rehydrate her. Once Jen was looking more alive and less like an exhausted prisoner, the Tickle Mistress questioned, “How was that for punishment?”
“It tickled… a lot,” Jen answered after a pause to get the right words. “I didn’t think it would be anywhere close to tickling as much as it did. Did you do something since you tickled me yesterday?”
“I may have gotten a manicure so I could really get you the next time you were under my fingers,” Wendy revealed. “I did really want to get you good before you headed off to transporter training. How’d I do?”
“Very good,” Jen confirmed. “You were quite effective the entire time. I will say, though, that I had a great time. That tickled tons, but I loved it.”
“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Wendy smiled again before turning and looking at the rest of the beach. “So, what now?”
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Chapter 10: Afternoon of Fun, Part 2
“How was the game?” Wendy inquired.
“Well, I didn’t get to play that much, to be honest,” Jen announced. “My partner was really ticklish, so they kept serving her near the sides. She couldn’t even take a little tickling on the armpits, and she never hit anything that was hit there. But the punishment tickling wasn’t much of a punishment.” Jen looked around and, not seeing Amelia, leaned in close so there would be no way Amelia could hear anything. “My tickler was terrible at tickling. She was tickling my belly, but it hardly tickled at all. It felt more like a massage, and I’ve had much more ticklish massages.”
“I see,” Wendy responded. “Well, remember that not everyone tickles as much as we do. So, I just checked in with Layla a while back, and we’re free. What do you want to do?”
Jen looked around and decided that she just wanted to see what was at this beach before choosing a specific activity. “Let’s just head around and see what there is here,” she told Wendy, who agreed to do the same.
The two Tickle Cartel employees began walking around the beach, looking for things to do. Jen noted in her head, ‘Wow, there sure seem to be a lot of those sand burial stations. Apparently, that must be a popular attraction here. There’s also a few more of those rope tie stations. I guess they really want people to get tickled when they visit Cackle Beach. Speaking of which, I feel like I never got a good tickling for losing that volleyball game, and it’s been too long since I was tickled really good. A whole couple of hours, if I’m right. I’m sure Tickle Mistress Wendy wouldn’t mind tying me up to tickle me. She’d probably actually enjoy that.”
“Hey, Wendy, I think I know what I want to do,” Jen addressed her superior.
“Yes?” Wendy asked for the activity.
“I don’t feel like I’ve been properly punished for losing that game, so I was…” Jen paused in the middle of her statement, a little embarrassed that she was asking it, “I was wondering if you’d tickle me in the rope ties for five minutes.”
“Of course!” Wendy jumped at the opportunity. “I’d love to do that, Jen. You say five minutes, we’ll do five minutes of ticklish tummy torture. And I do agree that you weren’t properly punished. I’ll be sure to rectify that.”
‘That’s what I was nervous about,’ Jen reflected on the last statement. ‘Oh well, I suppose there’s worse things.’
“Okay, so how do we do this?” Jen steeled herself and allowed the process to continue.
“I’ll explain to them what you want; you just need to tell them how long you want to be in,” Wendy instructed. “And they’ll let you out right on time, no sooner, no later.” The two headed over to an employee in the required visor. “Hello, my friend Jen wants to be tied up in your rope ties.”
“We’d love to do that!” the employee responded, eyeing Jen’s ticklish body. “Any spots you want us to make sure are exposed?”
“Her belly,” Wendy answered for Jen, who confirmed it with a sheepish nod.
“We can do that,” the employee affirmed. “And how long do you want to be tied up?”
“Five minutes,” Jen replied just loud enough for the employee to hear, but it was clear that she was a little nervous at giving Wendy this power.
“I’m sure you’ll have a good time,” the employee announced. She guided Jen over to the rope ties and then tied her up, arms far above her head to expose her body to any potential ticklers, although Wendy would be the only one. “Five minutes and I’ll get you out. Have fun!”
“Now we can really have fun, right, Jen?” Tickle Mistress Wendy eyed her mentee with a glint that Jen had come to expect from ticklers. “Tickle, tickle, tickle, ticklish Jen!”
“EHEHEHEHE!” Jen was putting a significant amount of effort into resisting her ‘punishment’, but when Wendy tickled her sides, she could not hold in any giggles.
“Resisting? That’s not very nice,” Wendy scolded Jen, her fingernails dancing around the ticklee’s sensitive sides.
Within a few seconds, the giggles turned into sputtered laughs, then full laughs, “AHA THAHAHAT TIHIHICKLEHEHES WEHEHENDY!”
“I know it does, Jen; I’m tickling you,” Wendy responded. “And you’re such a ticklish tickle toy. But more important, you’re a ticklish tickle toy who needs to be punished for not winning the volleyball game. And for that, there’s plenty of good places to test out. How ticklish is this spot?”
“AHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!” Jen screamed as Wendy targeted the center of her stomach, just around her navel. “THAHAHAHAHAT REHEHEHEHELLY TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES!”
‘That’s so ticklish,’ Jen thought inside her mind. ‘There’s just something about Wendy’s nails that makes the tickling so much worse.’ What Jen did not know was that Wendy had gone to get a manicure after Jen had left the day before. The manicure made her nails extra effective at tickling, and she had gotten it specifically to tickle Jen.
“You’re so, so ticklish, Jen,” Wendy teased. “I mean; I’m barely touching you, and you’re just hysterical. Now this has been fun, but what happens if I push a special button on you?”
“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!” Jen went further into hysterics when Wendy touched her bellybutton. “GEHEHET IHIHIT OHOHOUT GEHET IHIHT OHOHOHOHOUT!”
“What, you don’t like it when I get your tickle button, Jen?” Wendy pretended to be offended. “How dare you? I’m giving you the gift of a ticklish torture, and you’re begging for it to stop? I ought to punish you further just for that.”
“AHAHAHAHAHA!” Jen’s comprehensible words were reduced to just laughing as Wendy’s nails darted in and out of her bellybutton, tickling it deviously. However, Jen was still trying to get the fingers away from her tickle button, squirming the significant amount that her current bondage allowed. The ticklee was relieved to be in such loose bondage for once, but the advantage provided by her restraints was well offset by the effectiveness of Wendy’s tickling. Everywhere Jen moved, she was followed by those skilled fingernails, and there would be no stopping soon.
‘I don’t remember it tickling this much yesterday,’ Jen commented to herself. ‘I mean, it tickled a lot, but never this much. What did she do to make it tickle so much more?’
“Are you trying to get away from me?” Wendy admonished Jen. “I remember you being ticklish, but I thought you liked being tickled? Are my teases getting to you? Is me reminding you that you’re a ticklish little ticklee that’s just here to be tickle tortured making you want to get away? Are my nails just that effective? What happens if I try something else?”
Jen got a momentary break from the nails, only to scream out louder when they were replaced by a bellybutton raspberry, “AHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHA THAHAHAT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES MOHOHOHOHORE!”
“Good, good,” Wendy was pleased with Jen’s reaction as her nails returned to Jen’s navel. “Just accept it; I know you love being tickled. Let me tickle torture this ticklish tummy.”
‘I can do that,’ Jen accepted Wendy’s tickle torment of her torso. ‘I mean, it’s not like I have much choice anyway. She’s going to tickle me, no matter what I do. I might as well enjoy being tickle tortured.’
In a similar manner as when she was being tickled on the ship to the Tickle Cartel, Jen let her laughter flow freely, “AHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHA!” Jen’s smile was wider than it would have been just from being tickled as she let go and let Wendy tickle her. Seeing signs that Jen was enjoying her ticklish situation, Wendy decided to make it as ticklish as she could. The tickler brought her mouth in to blow several raspberries as her fingernails ravaged the rest of Jen’s midsection. All Jen could do in response was throw her head back and let out loud laughter, her abdomen completely controlled by her tickler. The tickle torture continued until the employee returned to let Jen out of the ropes, by which point Jen was a ticklish mess.
Wendy abruptly ended the tickling when instructed, and she helped her ticklee out of her bondage, giving her a shoulder to lean on. Following a quick rest break, Wendy led Jen over to get some water to rehydrate her. Once Jen was looking more alive and less like an exhausted prisoner, the Tickle Mistress questioned, “How was that for punishment?”
“It tickled… a lot,” Jen answered after a pause to get the right words. “I didn’t think it would be anywhere close to tickling as much as it did. Did you do something since you tickled me yesterday?”
“I may have gotten a manicure so I could really get you the next time you were under my fingers,” Wendy revealed. “I did really want to get you good before you headed off to transporter training. How’d I do?”
“Very good,” Jen confirmed. “You were quite effective the entire time. I will say, though, that I had a great time. That tickled tons, but I loved it.”
“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Wendy smiled again before turning and looking at the rest of the beach. “So, what now?”
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Chapter 10: Afternoon of Fun, Part 4
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