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Here is Part 5 of Chapter 12 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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Jen saw Rebecca’s toes curl and her feet shift nervously as she stopped to unlock the door to the apartment complex, and as they went inside, Rebecca’s toes continued their curling. “Rebecca,” Jen addressed her host, who turned quickly to her with an unconvincing attempt at a calm face. “Are you worried about something?”
“N-no, of c-c-course n-not, J-Jen,” Rebecca could not keep the worry out of her words as her face returned to facing forward. “W-why would I be w-worried?”
“Because you sound worried,” Jen stated the obvious. “And you look worried. I don’t want to be a bother, Rebecca.”
Taking a deep, audible breath, Rebecca stopped and turned back to Jen, her face back to normal, and announced, “Alright, Jen, I am worried, and it has to do with you. However, it is not because you are a bother. I very much enjoyed your company yesterday afternoon, and I am glad that you are staying with me.”
“Then what is it?” Jen wondered as they approached Rebecca’s apartment.
“You’ll find out in a few minutes,” the host continued to be vague as she stopped to unlock the apartment. Jen noticed that Rebecca’s feet had resumed their nervous shifting, but she realized that Rebecca was not going to tell her what the issue was, so she stayed silent. “Jen, I have a surprise for you. I need you to go to your room for a few minutes, and I’ll call you back out when I’m ready for you.”
Nodding, Jen walked to her room with the book, but instead of reading it, she pondered what the surprise could be. ‘Well, I’m still in the Tickle Cartel, so there’s a good chance that someone’s going to get tickled. I think Queen Mistress Heather told Rebecca about how good of a tickler I am, so maybe I’ll get to tickle Rebecca, and that’s why she’s so nervous? Or maybe she’s anxious because she wants to get the jump on me and tie me down, and she didn’t want to give me any hint. But her feet were shifting, and that means the situation where I tickle her is more likely. Unless that’s a general nervous tick of hers, then it could mean anything. I mean, if that was the case, she could just have made something and be nervous about whether I’m going to like it or not. But I still think that I’m going to get to tickle her feet; that makes the most sense. Although yesterday she…’
“Jen, I’m ready!” Rebecca interrupted Jen’s thought process as she called out from the other room. “You can come out here now!”
Cautious in case she was about to get jumped and tickled, Jen slowly left her room and headed into the living room. She got there without any problems and was half-shocked at what she saw. A barefoot Rebecca had her feet in a set of stocks, and she looked up at Jen with a very nervous smile. “So, what exactly is this?” Jen questioned with a wide smile.
“You get to tickle me, as much as I hate to say it,” Rebecca flinched. “I know I said no foot tickling in the apartment, but Queen Mistress Heather wanted me to show you some of the stuff about the Tickle Cartel, and this is rather important. You see, Jen, before getting an apartment or house, you will be thoroughly tickled by the apartment super or realtor who is in charge of renting or selling the place. They will find all the tickle spots on you, and if you decide to get the place, they will have bondage equipment that focuses on your most ticklish spot installed in the place. That’s why I have stocks in my apartment, so there’s always something to tie me up for foot tickles with. For your belly, they would probably put a table with straps on it or a rack or something like that in your apartment. And that’s why I’m in the stocks right now. I wanted to show you just how effective the bondage they put in is, and this is the optimal way to test it. With all that said, Jen, you don’t have to tickle my feet, but…”
“I’ll tickle you,” Jen’s smile was very wide now, and Rebecca looked like she was about to really regret allowing her feet to be tickled.
“Alright, lock the stocks using that key and lock beside them,” Rebecca reluctantly instructed. “Put the lock in the little hole connecting the two halves of the stocks and then use the key to lock them. I’d do it, but they were made so I could not lock or free myself.” Jen put the lock in place as Rebecca began shivering, dreading the tickling to come. When her feet were fully trapped in the stocks, Rebecca addressed Jen again, “If you want to, you can tie my toes using the string on the other side. The people who put these in here thought of everything. Otherwise, you can start, and you have five minutes to tickle me. Just keep in mind that whatever you do to me, I’ll do it back to you and more tomorrow when our roles are switched.”
“Alright, I think your toes need tying, though,” Jen gleefully stated as she tied Rebecca’s toes to the stocks. She tied them loosely so that they did not hurt, but it was sufficient to prevent any major movement of Rebecca’s feet. “Anything else before I start tickling your feet?” Jen wondered after Rebecca was secure.
“No, GOHO AHAHA NOHOHOHO STAHAHAHAP JEHEHEN!” Jen wasted no time once her host gave her the go-ahead to start tickling, and one finger pressed the start button on the timer next to her while the rest dug into the sensitive soles in front of her. “STAHAHAHAP JEHEHEN STAHAHAP!”
“No can do; you said I have five minutes, and I intend to use all five of them,” Jen denied as her fingers tickled the feet in front of her. Rebecca was clearly very ticklish on her feet, but Jen intended to find out where she was most ticklish. Starting at the soles, Jen moved down to the heels of her victim, and Rebecca began laughing less as a result. The tickler quickly ran her fingers back up her ticklee’s soles, noting the uptick in laughter, towards Rebecca’s toes. Again, Rebecca’s laughter took a dip when Jen left the soles for the toes, but it did not dip as much as the heels. Jen took note of the order of ticklishness on the bottom of her ticklee’s feet as she went for the sides of the feet. When Jen’s nails left the toes for the sides of Rebecca’s feet, the ticklee let out a squeal of surprise, as if she was not expecting to be tickled there. Jen kept up this tickling for a few seconds as the laughter decreased in volume, and when she was convinced that the sides of Rebecca’s feet were not so ticklish, she went for the tops instead. Again, the tickling of an unexpected spot earned a surprised squeal from Rebecca, but the laughter’s volume went down within a short bit. Jen did find a good spot on the top of Rebecca’s toes, about the same ticklishness as the bottom of the toes, but overall, the top was not too weak of a spot for the ticklee. Having just a couple of minutes left to tickle torture Rebecca, Jen dug back into the bare soles, and her ticklee responded with screams of laughter. Rebecca had gotten too exhausted to beg when Jen’s fingers had gone back to her soles, and now, it was just pure laughter coming out of her mouth. Although the ticklee could not beg for mercy, her toes were still curling and uncurling in a silent and ineffective protest as Jen’s fingers worked over her soles. Jen continued to torment Rebecca until the timer stopped, and then her fingers left the exhausted ticklee’s body. As Jen unlocked the stocks and lifted them up to free her former victim, Rebecca just leaned back in the chair she had set up to sit in. Jen went over and got some water from the fridge, giving it to Rebecca. “Are you alright, Rebecca?”
“I’ll be fine; just give me a few minutes,” Rebecca reassured her. “Thanks for the water.” After taking a couple of sips of the water, Rebecca dismissed Jen, “You don’t have to stick around, Jen. You can go read your book or watch TV or something. I’ll come and get you when we need to go somewhere.”
“Alright.” Jen carefully looked over her ticklish host once more, and, seeing that she was most likely recovering easily, headed back into her room. She picked up the book that she had set down and began reading again. Trying to get comfortable on her bed, Jen ended up laying on her stomach, the book in front of her, with her bare feet idle in the air behind her facing the door. Jen was so engrossed in the book that she did not realize Rebecca had snuck into her room until she felt her ankles in an armlock. Shocked, Jen twisted back to see her host, and she questioned, “Rebecca, what are you doing?”
“Just getting someone who left herself wide open,” Rebecca smirked as her fingernails began tickling Jen’s bare feet.
“Hehehehe!” Jen burst into giggles as a less ticklish spot was targeted for the first time in a while. “Hey hehe stohohop thahahat!” Light protests came out of Jen’s mouth as Rebecca ticklishly teased her feet for a few minutes before stopping. With her host still holding her ankles firmly, Jen looked up with a smile on her face and asked, “So, what was all that for?”
“Just a reminder not to leave yourself so exposed,” Rebecca responded as she put Jen’s feet back on the bed. “I could have gone for your belly pretty easily, and you would not have been able to do anything about it.” Jen blushed, realizing her ‘mistake’, and pulled her feet back in, turning over so she was sitting on her bed. “So, now that I’ve given you that little lesson, I figure I should tell you why I actually came in here. I’m all recovered from the tickle torture you gave me, but you should know that you’re getting it back tomorrow, and not on your feet. We’ll go to the fun lobby tomorrow to torment you.”
“The fun lobby?” Jen wondered.
“Yes, the fun lobby,” Rebecca affirmed. “It’s right next to the apartment complex lobby, and it’s basically a tickling lobby. I’ll show you tomorrow. For today, I was thinking we could go to Tickle Island and have some fun.”
“That sounds cool; where would we be going?” Jen embraced the idea without hesitation.
“Do you have anywhere special you want to go?” Rebecca inquired.
‘Maybe Tummy Paradise,’ Jen considered going to see Dawn again. ‘But then again, when I go there, I want to be tickled again, and after tickling Rebecca, I kind of just want to tickle someone right now. Let’s see what else there is; we could go tickle someone on the racks or at the stocks. Or I could just ask Rebecca what she thinks would be fun. She has a lot more experience than me anyway.’
“Rebecca, what were you thinking of doing?” Jen questioned.
“I was thinking of going to the stocks to tickle some people, but I’m open to anything,” Rebecca suggested.
“Sounds like a great idea,” Jen agreed, and Rebecca beckoned for her to get up. The two put their flip flops on and headed out the door towards the T cart.
“Alright, it will be a little bit before we get to Tickle Island, but you won’t need the book,” Rebecca announced, and Jen suddenly felt her wrists being grabbed and pulled back. Jen looked over to Rebecca, who was very pleased with herself. “What? You didn’t think that my T cart had restraint devices? I know you know that Tickle Mistress Wendy’s does. Guess what? I’ve also got tickling devices on mine. But right now, I want to have some personal fun.”
“WHAHAHAHAT!” Jen wondered what Rebecca would do to her, but the electric toothbrush answered that. “AHAHAHA IHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES SOHOHO GOHOHOOD!”
“Yes, I’m sure you’re enjoying it,” Rebecca acknowledged as she tickled Jen’s bellybutton with the toothbrush. “I’m enjoying it, too, though, so it’s great!” After a few minutes of tickling Jen with the toothbrush, to both of their satisfaction, Rebecca turned the tool off. “Alright, that was just some fun for me, but we really should be getting going. Have fun with the feathers!”
“Wha- AHAHAHA YEHEHEHES!” Again, Jen’s questioning was interrupted, this time by several feathers teasing the sides of her stomach. “IHIHIHIT TIHIHICKLEHEHES SOHOHO MUHUHUCH! IHIHI LOHOHOVE IHIHIHIT AHAHAHA!” Jen soon had four feather dusters tickling her torso, two coming from beside her to tickle her sides and two coming from in front of her to dust the front of her midriff.
“You just keep on laughing until we get to Tickle Island,” Rebecca proclaimed over Jen’s laughter as she started driving. “I’ll consider turning off the dusters then, if I feel like you’ve had enough.” The two headed over to Tickle Island to the tune of Jen’s laughter.
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Chapter 12: Prep Week, Day 2, Part 4
Jen saw Rebecca’s toes curl and her feet shift nervously as she stopped to unlock the door to the apartment complex, and as they went inside, Rebecca’s toes continued their curling. “Rebecca,” Jen addressed her host, who turned quickly to her with an unconvincing attempt at a calm face. “Are you worried about something?”
“N-no, of c-c-course n-not, J-Jen,” Rebecca could not keep the worry out of her words as her face returned to facing forward. “W-why would I be w-worried?”
“Because you sound worried,” Jen stated the obvious. “And you look worried. I don’t want to be a bother, Rebecca.”
Taking a deep, audible breath, Rebecca stopped and turned back to Jen, her face back to normal, and announced, “Alright, Jen, I am worried, and it has to do with you. However, it is not because you are a bother. I very much enjoyed your company yesterday afternoon, and I am glad that you are staying with me.”
“Then what is it?” Jen wondered as they approached Rebecca’s apartment.
“You’ll find out in a few minutes,” the host continued to be vague as she stopped to unlock the apartment. Jen noticed that Rebecca’s feet had resumed their nervous shifting, but she realized that Rebecca was not going to tell her what the issue was, so she stayed silent. “Jen, I have a surprise for you. I need you to go to your room for a few minutes, and I’ll call you back out when I’m ready for you.”
Nodding, Jen walked to her room with the book, but instead of reading it, she pondered what the surprise could be. ‘Well, I’m still in the Tickle Cartel, so there’s a good chance that someone’s going to get tickled. I think Queen Mistress Heather told Rebecca about how good of a tickler I am, so maybe I’ll get to tickle Rebecca, and that’s why she’s so nervous? Or maybe she’s anxious because she wants to get the jump on me and tie me down, and she didn’t want to give me any hint. But her feet were shifting, and that means the situation where I tickle her is more likely. Unless that’s a general nervous tick of hers, then it could mean anything. I mean, if that was the case, she could just have made something and be nervous about whether I’m going to like it or not. But I still think that I’m going to get to tickle her feet; that makes the most sense. Although yesterday she…’
“Jen, I’m ready!” Rebecca interrupted Jen’s thought process as she called out from the other room. “You can come out here now!”
Cautious in case she was about to get jumped and tickled, Jen slowly left her room and headed into the living room. She got there without any problems and was half-shocked at what she saw. A barefoot Rebecca had her feet in a set of stocks, and she looked up at Jen with a very nervous smile. “So, what exactly is this?” Jen questioned with a wide smile.
“You get to tickle me, as much as I hate to say it,” Rebecca flinched. “I know I said no foot tickling in the apartment, but Queen Mistress Heather wanted me to show you some of the stuff about the Tickle Cartel, and this is rather important. You see, Jen, before getting an apartment or house, you will be thoroughly tickled by the apartment super or realtor who is in charge of renting or selling the place. They will find all the tickle spots on you, and if you decide to get the place, they will have bondage equipment that focuses on your most ticklish spot installed in the place. That’s why I have stocks in my apartment, so there’s always something to tie me up for foot tickles with. For your belly, they would probably put a table with straps on it or a rack or something like that in your apartment. And that’s why I’m in the stocks right now. I wanted to show you just how effective the bondage they put in is, and this is the optimal way to test it. With all that said, Jen, you don’t have to tickle my feet, but…”
“I’ll tickle you,” Jen’s smile was very wide now, and Rebecca looked like she was about to really regret allowing her feet to be tickled.
“Alright, lock the stocks using that key and lock beside them,” Rebecca reluctantly instructed. “Put the lock in the little hole connecting the two halves of the stocks and then use the key to lock them. I’d do it, but they were made so I could not lock or free myself.” Jen put the lock in place as Rebecca began shivering, dreading the tickling to come. When her feet were fully trapped in the stocks, Rebecca addressed Jen again, “If you want to, you can tie my toes using the string on the other side. The people who put these in here thought of everything. Otherwise, you can start, and you have five minutes to tickle me. Just keep in mind that whatever you do to me, I’ll do it back to you and more tomorrow when our roles are switched.”
“Alright, I think your toes need tying, though,” Jen gleefully stated as she tied Rebecca’s toes to the stocks. She tied them loosely so that they did not hurt, but it was sufficient to prevent any major movement of Rebecca’s feet. “Anything else before I start tickling your feet?” Jen wondered after Rebecca was secure.
“No, GOHO AHAHA NOHOHOHO STAHAHAHAP JEHEHEN!” Jen wasted no time once her host gave her the go-ahead to start tickling, and one finger pressed the start button on the timer next to her while the rest dug into the sensitive soles in front of her. “STAHAHAHAP JEHEHEN STAHAHAP!”
“No can do; you said I have five minutes, and I intend to use all five of them,” Jen denied as her fingers tickled the feet in front of her. Rebecca was clearly very ticklish on her feet, but Jen intended to find out where she was most ticklish. Starting at the soles, Jen moved down to the heels of her victim, and Rebecca began laughing less as a result. The tickler quickly ran her fingers back up her ticklee’s soles, noting the uptick in laughter, towards Rebecca’s toes. Again, Rebecca’s laughter took a dip when Jen left the soles for the toes, but it did not dip as much as the heels. Jen took note of the order of ticklishness on the bottom of her ticklee’s feet as she went for the sides of the feet. When Jen’s nails left the toes for the sides of Rebecca’s feet, the ticklee let out a squeal of surprise, as if she was not expecting to be tickled there. Jen kept up this tickling for a few seconds as the laughter decreased in volume, and when she was convinced that the sides of Rebecca’s feet were not so ticklish, she went for the tops instead. Again, the tickling of an unexpected spot earned a surprised squeal from Rebecca, but the laughter’s volume went down within a short bit. Jen did find a good spot on the top of Rebecca’s toes, about the same ticklishness as the bottom of the toes, but overall, the top was not too weak of a spot for the ticklee. Having just a couple of minutes left to tickle torture Rebecca, Jen dug back into the bare soles, and her ticklee responded with screams of laughter. Rebecca had gotten too exhausted to beg when Jen’s fingers had gone back to her soles, and now, it was just pure laughter coming out of her mouth. Although the ticklee could not beg for mercy, her toes were still curling and uncurling in a silent and ineffective protest as Jen’s fingers worked over her soles. Jen continued to torment Rebecca until the timer stopped, and then her fingers left the exhausted ticklee’s body. As Jen unlocked the stocks and lifted them up to free her former victim, Rebecca just leaned back in the chair she had set up to sit in. Jen went over and got some water from the fridge, giving it to Rebecca. “Are you alright, Rebecca?”
“I’ll be fine; just give me a few minutes,” Rebecca reassured her. “Thanks for the water.” After taking a couple of sips of the water, Rebecca dismissed Jen, “You don’t have to stick around, Jen. You can go read your book or watch TV or something. I’ll come and get you when we need to go somewhere.”
“Alright.” Jen carefully looked over her ticklish host once more, and, seeing that she was most likely recovering easily, headed back into her room. She picked up the book that she had set down and began reading again. Trying to get comfortable on her bed, Jen ended up laying on her stomach, the book in front of her, with her bare feet idle in the air behind her facing the door. Jen was so engrossed in the book that she did not realize Rebecca had snuck into her room until she felt her ankles in an armlock. Shocked, Jen twisted back to see her host, and she questioned, “Rebecca, what are you doing?”
“Just getting someone who left herself wide open,” Rebecca smirked as her fingernails began tickling Jen’s bare feet.
“Hehehehe!” Jen burst into giggles as a less ticklish spot was targeted for the first time in a while. “Hey hehe stohohop thahahat!” Light protests came out of Jen’s mouth as Rebecca ticklishly teased her feet for a few minutes before stopping. With her host still holding her ankles firmly, Jen looked up with a smile on her face and asked, “So, what was all that for?”
“Just a reminder not to leave yourself so exposed,” Rebecca responded as she put Jen’s feet back on the bed. “I could have gone for your belly pretty easily, and you would not have been able to do anything about it.” Jen blushed, realizing her ‘mistake’, and pulled her feet back in, turning over so she was sitting on her bed. “So, now that I’ve given you that little lesson, I figure I should tell you why I actually came in here. I’m all recovered from the tickle torture you gave me, but you should know that you’re getting it back tomorrow, and not on your feet. We’ll go to the fun lobby tomorrow to torment you.”
“The fun lobby?” Jen wondered.
“Yes, the fun lobby,” Rebecca affirmed. “It’s right next to the apartment complex lobby, and it’s basically a tickling lobby. I’ll show you tomorrow. For today, I was thinking we could go to Tickle Island and have some fun.”
“That sounds cool; where would we be going?” Jen embraced the idea without hesitation.
“Do you have anywhere special you want to go?” Rebecca inquired.
‘Maybe Tummy Paradise,’ Jen considered going to see Dawn again. ‘But then again, when I go there, I want to be tickled again, and after tickling Rebecca, I kind of just want to tickle someone right now. Let’s see what else there is; we could go tickle someone on the racks or at the stocks. Or I could just ask Rebecca what she thinks would be fun. She has a lot more experience than me anyway.’
“Rebecca, what were you thinking of doing?” Jen questioned.
“I was thinking of going to the stocks to tickle some people, but I’m open to anything,” Rebecca suggested.
“Sounds like a great idea,” Jen agreed, and Rebecca beckoned for her to get up. The two put their flip flops on and headed out the door towards the T cart.
“Alright, it will be a little bit before we get to Tickle Island, but you won’t need the book,” Rebecca announced, and Jen suddenly felt her wrists being grabbed and pulled back. Jen looked over to Rebecca, who was very pleased with herself. “What? You didn’t think that my T cart had restraint devices? I know you know that Tickle Mistress Wendy’s does. Guess what? I’ve also got tickling devices on mine. But right now, I want to have some personal fun.”
“WHAHAHAHAT!” Jen wondered what Rebecca would do to her, but the electric toothbrush answered that. “AHAHAHA IHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES SOHOHO GOHOHOOD!”
“Yes, I’m sure you’re enjoying it,” Rebecca acknowledged as she tickled Jen’s bellybutton with the toothbrush. “I’m enjoying it, too, though, so it’s great!” After a few minutes of tickling Jen with the toothbrush, to both of their satisfaction, Rebecca turned the tool off. “Alright, that was just some fun for me, but we really should be getting going. Have fun with the feathers!”
“Wha- AHAHAHA YEHEHEHES!” Again, Jen’s questioning was interrupted, this time by several feathers teasing the sides of her stomach. “IHIHIHIT TIHIHICKLEHEHES SOHOHO MUHUHUCH! IHIHI LOHOHOVE IHIHIHIT AHAHAHA!” Jen soon had four feather dusters tickling her torso, two coming from beside her to tickle her sides and two coming from in front of her to dust the front of her midriff.
“You just keep on laughing until we get to Tickle Island,” Rebecca proclaimed over Jen’s laughter as she started driving. “I’ll consider turning off the dusters then, if I feel like you’ve had enough.” The two headed over to Tickle Island to the tune of Jen’s laughter.
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Chapter 12: Prep Week, Day 2, Part 6
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