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Here is Part 3 of Chapter 13 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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Chapter 13: Prep Week, Day 3: Part 2
“So, how was Transporter Training today?” Rebecca asked Jen as they sat down at the table in Rebecca’s apartment, hot dogs in front of them.
“I had a lot of fun with the tickle spot machine we tested, but the rest wasn’t so great,” Jen declared, thinking mostly of the videos she had watched.
“More Transporter videos?” Rebecca guessed.
“Yeah, Testers who almost made it seem like they faked any niceness towards the tickle slaves,” Jen affirmed.
“They faked it?” Rebecca was confused. “Not that it’s right, but I didn’t think Transporters showed any form of niceness to tickle slaves, even if it was fake.”
“Oh, they’re nice when they want something from them,” Jen revealed what she had learned. “They just made it seem like that was the only reason they were even considering being nice. And when they wanted or needed to tickle the tickle slaves, they relished the opportunity to tickle torture them.”
“And I don’t suppose that they had any sincere words of kindness for the tickle slaves?” Rebecca predicted, and Jen affirmed this. “Jen, I really hate to say this, but I don’t have any more advice than what I told you yesterday. You’re just going to have to bear with it until it either gets better or until you are done with being a Transporter. From what I’ve learned about you and how you got here, you’re more than strong enough to do this. Just hang in there.” A smile came onto Jen’s face at the encouragement, and Rebecca took the opportunity to switch subjects. “Jen, you did say that you enjoyed a tickle spot machine, right? Can you tell me about that?”
“Oh, it was one of the tickle spot machines that they use to predict the most ticklish spot of tickle slaves,” Jen explained, her mood brightening at the change in subject. “Basically, it does a quick mapping of the ticklish spots on a subject’s body, and even without any tickling actually going on, it’s pretty accurate. We met a Tester there who showed me and my partner how it worked and then tested both of us. It reminded me of when I got tested as a tickle slave, but it wasn’t so bad. In fact, getting tickled on my belly to see just how ticklish it is ended up being kind of fun.”
“That does sound fun, getting to test out real Transporter tech,” Rebecca was very intrigued. “I kind of wish that I had been with your class, just to see how that worked.”
“Yeah, it was a lot of fun,” Jen stated before the conversation turned to general small talk. Lunch went by fairly quickly, and before Jen and Rebecca knew it, they needed to head over to Gym Giggles for Jen’s tickle fight with Diana.
When they arrived at Gym Giggles, Jen grabbed her phone so that she could contact Rebecca when she and Diana finished. She left her host in the T cart and went inside, saying hello to the receptionist before heading over to Tickle Fight Room 5. Diana arrived soon after, and Jen was waiting for her by the stocks. “Hi, Jen; how are you doing?” the servant greeted her tickle fight opponent.
“I’m doing great,” Jen had a devious smile on her face, and Diana looked worried when she saw it.
“You ready to pick out tools for today?” Diana tried to hide the fear on her face, albeit unsuccessfully.
“I think you’re forgetting something,” Jen said with glee, motioning towards the stocks.
“I won the last tickle fight,” Diana only showed a fraction of the confidence she was going for in her response.
“True, but you also violated the rules of the tickle fight, and we both agreed that you were to be punished for that,” Jen confirmed that she had not forgotten what had happened the day before.
“Oh, right, that,” Diana’s face transformed into one of defeat as she made her way to the stocks. “Fine, I guess you get to punish me for that. Five minutes only, though.”
“Yes, that’s what we agreed to,” Jen stated as she locked Diana in the stocks. “Five minutes of tickle torturing your bare feet. And I’ve got just the tools to do it, too.”
“NOHOHOHOHO!” Diana immediately began laughing when Jen teased her toes with a feather. “DOHOHONT DOHOHO THAHAHAT!”
“What? This?” Jen innocently asked as she tickled the underside of the toes with the feather. “I think you like it. Just look at how much you’re laughing.” Jen continued tickling the toes themselves for another minute or so, and then she decided to up the intensity. “I seem to remember that you laughed especially hard when I did this to you last time.”
“STAHAHAHAP AHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHO!” Diana’s laughter again increased when Jen separated two toes and tickled in between them with a feather. Noting the increase in ticklish laughter, Jen repeated the process on the other foot, and Diana went into hysterics. Jen tormented Diana’s ticklish toes with the simple tickle tools, and the ticklee’s begging quickly ceased as the feathery technique sapped her energy. Feeling that it was a suitable punishment, Jen continued with the toe feathering until the time was up, at which point she removed the feathers from Diana’s feet. She released Diana from the stocks and helped her over to the table, getting some water for her ticklee.
After Diana had some water, she finally recovered enough to address Jen, “That was so mean, Jen. I am never tickling you past the end of the tickle fight again.”
“Good, that’s how it should be,” Jen replied, a smile on her face. “But you should know that losing the tickle fight may produce a similar torture for you.”
“Well, I’m going to do everything I can to make sure that doesn’t happen,” Diana declared. “While I’m finishing up recovering from what you just did, do you want to talk about the terms of today’s tickle fight?”
“Sure,” Jen answered. “I started thinking about the punishment times, and I realized that if we keep upping them by ten minutes each day, we’re not going to have hardly any time for a tickle fight on the last day. I was thinking we should increase them by five minutes per day, starting at twenty-five minutes for losing today.”
“That sounds like a plan,” Diana agreed. “And what tool do you want to add today? We’ve already got feather dusters and paintbrushes, and I’d like to add hairbrushes today.”
“You’re adding hairbrushes? With your ticklish feet?” Jen was surprised, but Diana confirmed her choice. “Well, alright. I think I’ll leave it at that. If we both keep suggesting two tickle tools a day, I think we’ll have everything out well before the last day. Is that alright?”
“Of course,” Diana agreed. “We can just add one tickle tool a day, if that’s what you want.” When Jen agreed to this, Diana continued, “Sounds good. Let’s get those tickle tools out, and then it’s time for you to lose the tickle fight so I can punish you.”
“You go ahead and think that,” Jen smiled as the two gathered up the hairbrushes, feather dusters, and paintbrushes. “We’ll just see who comes out on top this time.” When they had finished putting all the tickle tools in the center, the two went to their sides. “Ready, Diana?” Diana nodded, and Jen counted down, “Ready, set, go!”
As usual, there was a rush to the tickle tool pile, and Jen finally got there first. Picking out a feather duster and a hairbrush, she immediately went after Diana, and a feathery swipe across Diana’s stomach prevented her from getting to the tickle tool pile. The servant jumped back, and Jen leaped over the tickle tool pile in pursuit. Finally having her first advantage since the first day, Jen made sure to keep it, dusting Diana’s upper body whenever she tried to get to the tickle tool pile.
The advantageous tickler backed the servant up fairly far, and then she went from a cautious offensive to an aggressive one, pouncing on Diana. Although the servant then tried to tickle her opponent’s upper body, Jen’s tickle tools blocked her fingers, and Jen worked on turning Diana over. Soon Diana was on her abdomen, her bare feet up in the air and ready to be tickled. Jen turned around in a swift motion, sitting on her opponent’s knees. With Diana trapped, Jen grabbed her ankles and began dusting her bare feet, focusing on the hyper-ticklish toes. Unsurprisingly, Diana went into hysterics from this, as the duster managed to always get one or two feathers in between the toes of its victim. While Diana pounded the floor in desperation, Jen pressed her advantage, realizing that she could still use the hairbrush on Diana’s soles without letting her grip go. This new technique made Diana surrender within moments as she realized the helplessness of her situation. Once Diana said ‘Mercy’, Jen ceased her tickling, not wanting to set herself up for a punishment like Diana had the day before.
“Ha, Diana, I won this time,” Jen gloated as she helped the ticklish servant up.
“Yes, I suppose you did win,” Diana finally responded around halfway to the table. She took the water offered to her, and she was soon ready to be tickle tortured as punishment.
Jen took the loser over to the stocks and locked her in, this time putting on the toe ties. “Alright, Diana, you’ve earned the toe ties for twenty-five minutes of tickle torture.”
Since she had plenty of time to tickle torture Diana, Jen did not go straight for the toes. She began by grabbing a bottle of baby oil and spreading it across the bare feet in front of her. Then, still avoiding the toes, she picked up two hairbrushes and began raking them across the sensitive soles in front of her. “AHAHAHA IHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES!” Diana was able to give a limited description through her laughter. Noting this, Jen increased the speed and pressure on the hairbrushes, and Diana’s laughter became louder and less coherent. Jen continued the hairbrush torture on the servant’s sensitive soles for around ten minutes before she decided to really begin tickle torturing Diana.
Without warning, Jen exchanged the hairbrushes for feather dusters and focused the tickling on the toes. With Diana’s toes tied separate from each other, several feathers tickled in between the ten ticklish hot spots, and Diana’s laughter had no sense of coherency anymore. She struggled against the toe ties specifically, as well as the rest of her bondage, for a few minutes before she was too exhausted to continue. Noting that Diana was getting worn out rather quickly, Jen off and on slowed down her tickling to keep her ticklee on the edge of ticklish insanity. Whenever Diana got overwhelmed, the feathers slowed down, but once it seemed like she had recovered enough, they picked right back up.
Jen kept the feathery tickle torture up until the punishment clock had just over two minutes left, and then she went in for the real kill. Armed with an electric flosser for each foot, Jen buzzed in between each individual adjacent set of toes for around thirty seconds until the punishment time ended. Diana was well exhausted after the intense punishment, and she took several minutes to recover after Jen unlocked her from the stocks. When her breathing seemed to be back to normal, Jen guided her over to the table, where cold water and an energy bar were waiting. Taking a look at the clock, Jen noted that they were well past the halfway mark, only having around thirty minutes remaining, so there was not likely to be another tickle fight today.
Once Diana had recovered from her second tickle punishment of the day, she proclaimed, “Wow, Jen you weren’t kidding about torturing me if you won the tickle fight. I’m just glad that’s over for now. Do you have any questions for me today?”
“Yes, I know that when we get on the ship to head to get Maddie, we’re supposed to have tickle fights to keep our tickling skills fresh,” Jen dictated. “I was wondering how often and how long those tickle fights are supposed to last? Are we supposed to be tickling each other from waking up to going to bed, just with breaks for meals, or what?”
“Not that much,” Diana began her answer. “I think we’re supposed to have tickle fights and then probably punishments of around an hour for the loser. After that, there should be time for letting the ticklee recover. We’ll probably only get about four or five tickle fights in per day, since we need to take time for meals and for recovery. I know that the Queen Mistress wants the tickle fights to be fair, so there will be plenty of time for the ticklee to get ready for the next tickle fight. And, of course, we do want to have some free time to relax. The goal of the tickle fights is not to exhaust us, just to make sure our tickling skills don’t rust any. Does that amount sound reasonable?”
Jen did some quick math in her head, realizing that there would be plenty of free time, and agreed, “Yeah, that sounds like a good plan. How about when Maddie gets on?”
“Probably around the same,” Diana gave the response that Jen sort of expected. “The first day she’s on, it might be less, since we’ll have to really explain everything to her. After that, we’ll just pick two of the three of us to tickle fight, probably the winner of the last tickle fight and the person who sat it out. Then both of the next tickle fighters can punish the loser, should they so choose.”
“Alright, that sounds good,” Jen declared. “But you should know that Maddie’s only ticklish spot is her bellybutton, so it’s going to be hard to have two people punishing her. I was also wondering if there were machines or something like that on board, for if the tickle fight winner wants to rest during the punishment period.”
“Yes, there will be a few of those,” Diana confirmed. “They’ll be basic tickle machines, and they won’t be as effective as a human tickler, but they’ll do for punishment.”
“Good,” Jen replied. “I have no clue if any of us will ever want to use them, but I like having the option, at least.”
“And before you ask, the ship is fully stocked with tickle tools,” Diana added. “Those will be available for both tickle fights and tickle punishments.”
“That’s really good news,” Jen smiled deviously, thinking of how she would tickle torment Diana’s toes.
Both women were silent for a minute before it hit Diana that Jen did not have anything more on that topic, so she asked, “Jen, do you have any more questions I can answer?”
“Hmm,” Jen racked her brain to see if she had anything else. “No, I think that’s all I’ve got for today. What do you want to do now?”
Taking a look at the clock, Diana decided, “Well, we don’t really have time for another tickle fight and punishment today, so if it’s alright with you, we can clean up and then head out for the day.”
“Alright,” Jen accepted it with a smile, and the two quickly cleaned up the room. Afterwards, they headed out, saying goodbye as Diana started back to the Queen Mistress’ Palace. Jen called Rebecca, and within a few minutes, she was at the door. “Hi, Rebecca!” Jen was significantly more upbeat than the previous day upon seeing Rebecca, and the two headed back to Rebecca’s T cart.
“How was the tickle fighting today?” Rebecca questioned.
“Lots of fun; I won this time,” Jen informed her host as the T cart started up. “It was really fun punishing Diana’s toes, just like tickling you yesterday.”
“Oh, don’t remind me of that,” Rebecca playfully rebuked Jen as they pulled up to a stop light, and once they were stopped, she reached over and squeezed Jen’s bare side.
“EEK!” Jen squirmed away a little at the surprise tickle. She turned to Rebecca, who had a goofy grin on her face. Unable to keep a grin off her own face, Jen wondered, “What was that for, Rebecca?”
“Reminding me how you got me yesterday,” Rebecca responded with false annoyance. “But you should remember that I told you I’d get you good today, and I intend to keep that promise.”
“So that’s what we’re doing next,” Jen deduced, and Rebecca nodded in agreement. “I have to say that I’ve been wondering how you’ll get me? Where you’ll put me, what tools you’ll use, all of it. Any hints?”
“It’s going to be on your tummy; that’s all I’ll say now,” Rebecca gave the information that Jen already had figured out. “You just read your book, and I’ll give you more information when we get back to my place.” A smirk on her face, Jen did get out her book and read it for the rest of the way back, although the lack of a snarky attitude did not keep a giddy Rebecca from poking her bare side whenever the T cart pulled up to a stop light. When they finally reached the apartment complex, Rebecca launched a full tickle attack on Jen’s belly for a couple of minutes, and they both enjoyed it. Afterwards, they got out of the T cart and headed inside casually, and Jen anticipated her upcoming tickling.
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“So, how was Transporter Training today?” Rebecca asked Jen as they sat down at the table in Rebecca’s apartment, hot dogs in front of them.
“I had a lot of fun with the tickle spot machine we tested, but the rest wasn’t so great,” Jen declared, thinking mostly of the videos she had watched.
“More Transporter videos?” Rebecca guessed.
“Yeah, Testers who almost made it seem like they faked any niceness towards the tickle slaves,” Jen affirmed.
“They faked it?” Rebecca was confused. “Not that it’s right, but I didn’t think Transporters showed any form of niceness to tickle slaves, even if it was fake.”
“Oh, they’re nice when they want something from them,” Jen revealed what she had learned. “They just made it seem like that was the only reason they were even considering being nice. And when they wanted or needed to tickle the tickle slaves, they relished the opportunity to tickle torture them.”
“And I don’t suppose that they had any sincere words of kindness for the tickle slaves?” Rebecca predicted, and Jen affirmed this. “Jen, I really hate to say this, but I don’t have any more advice than what I told you yesterday. You’re just going to have to bear with it until it either gets better or until you are done with being a Transporter. From what I’ve learned about you and how you got here, you’re more than strong enough to do this. Just hang in there.” A smile came onto Jen’s face at the encouragement, and Rebecca took the opportunity to switch subjects. “Jen, you did say that you enjoyed a tickle spot machine, right? Can you tell me about that?”
“Oh, it was one of the tickle spot machines that they use to predict the most ticklish spot of tickle slaves,” Jen explained, her mood brightening at the change in subject. “Basically, it does a quick mapping of the ticklish spots on a subject’s body, and even without any tickling actually going on, it’s pretty accurate. We met a Tester there who showed me and my partner how it worked and then tested both of us. It reminded me of when I got tested as a tickle slave, but it wasn’t so bad. In fact, getting tickled on my belly to see just how ticklish it is ended up being kind of fun.”
“That does sound fun, getting to test out real Transporter tech,” Rebecca was very intrigued. “I kind of wish that I had been with your class, just to see how that worked.”
“Yeah, it was a lot of fun,” Jen stated before the conversation turned to general small talk. Lunch went by fairly quickly, and before Jen and Rebecca knew it, they needed to head over to Gym Giggles for Jen’s tickle fight with Diana.
When they arrived at Gym Giggles, Jen grabbed her phone so that she could contact Rebecca when she and Diana finished. She left her host in the T cart and went inside, saying hello to the receptionist before heading over to Tickle Fight Room 5. Diana arrived soon after, and Jen was waiting for her by the stocks. “Hi, Jen; how are you doing?” the servant greeted her tickle fight opponent.
“I’m doing great,” Jen had a devious smile on her face, and Diana looked worried when she saw it.
“You ready to pick out tools for today?” Diana tried to hide the fear on her face, albeit unsuccessfully.
“I think you’re forgetting something,” Jen said with glee, motioning towards the stocks.
“I won the last tickle fight,” Diana only showed a fraction of the confidence she was going for in her response.
“True, but you also violated the rules of the tickle fight, and we both agreed that you were to be punished for that,” Jen confirmed that she had not forgotten what had happened the day before.
“Oh, right, that,” Diana’s face transformed into one of defeat as she made her way to the stocks. “Fine, I guess you get to punish me for that. Five minutes only, though.”
“Yes, that’s what we agreed to,” Jen stated as she locked Diana in the stocks. “Five minutes of tickle torturing your bare feet. And I’ve got just the tools to do it, too.”
“NOHOHOHOHO!” Diana immediately began laughing when Jen teased her toes with a feather. “DOHOHONT DOHOHO THAHAHAT!”
“What? This?” Jen innocently asked as she tickled the underside of the toes with the feather. “I think you like it. Just look at how much you’re laughing.” Jen continued tickling the toes themselves for another minute or so, and then she decided to up the intensity. “I seem to remember that you laughed especially hard when I did this to you last time.”
“STAHAHAHAP AHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHO!” Diana’s laughter again increased when Jen separated two toes and tickled in between them with a feather. Noting the increase in ticklish laughter, Jen repeated the process on the other foot, and Diana went into hysterics. Jen tormented Diana’s ticklish toes with the simple tickle tools, and the ticklee’s begging quickly ceased as the feathery technique sapped her energy. Feeling that it was a suitable punishment, Jen continued with the toe feathering until the time was up, at which point she removed the feathers from Diana’s feet. She released Diana from the stocks and helped her over to the table, getting some water for her ticklee.
After Diana had some water, she finally recovered enough to address Jen, “That was so mean, Jen. I am never tickling you past the end of the tickle fight again.”
“Good, that’s how it should be,” Jen replied, a smile on her face. “But you should know that losing the tickle fight may produce a similar torture for you.”
“Well, I’m going to do everything I can to make sure that doesn’t happen,” Diana declared. “While I’m finishing up recovering from what you just did, do you want to talk about the terms of today’s tickle fight?”
“Sure,” Jen answered. “I started thinking about the punishment times, and I realized that if we keep upping them by ten minutes each day, we’re not going to have hardly any time for a tickle fight on the last day. I was thinking we should increase them by five minutes per day, starting at twenty-five minutes for losing today.”
“That sounds like a plan,” Diana agreed. “And what tool do you want to add today? We’ve already got feather dusters and paintbrushes, and I’d like to add hairbrushes today.”
“You’re adding hairbrushes? With your ticklish feet?” Jen was surprised, but Diana confirmed her choice. “Well, alright. I think I’ll leave it at that. If we both keep suggesting two tickle tools a day, I think we’ll have everything out well before the last day. Is that alright?”
“Of course,” Diana agreed. “We can just add one tickle tool a day, if that’s what you want.” When Jen agreed to this, Diana continued, “Sounds good. Let’s get those tickle tools out, and then it’s time for you to lose the tickle fight so I can punish you.”
“You go ahead and think that,” Jen smiled as the two gathered up the hairbrushes, feather dusters, and paintbrushes. “We’ll just see who comes out on top this time.” When they had finished putting all the tickle tools in the center, the two went to their sides. “Ready, Diana?” Diana nodded, and Jen counted down, “Ready, set, go!”
As usual, there was a rush to the tickle tool pile, and Jen finally got there first. Picking out a feather duster and a hairbrush, she immediately went after Diana, and a feathery swipe across Diana’s stomach prevented her from getting to the tickle tool pile. The servant jumped back, and Jen leaped over the tickle tool pile in pursuit. Finally having her first advantage since the first day, Jen made sure to keep it, dusting Diana’s upper body whenever she tried to get to the tickle tool pile.
The advantageous tickler backed the servant up fairly far, and then she went from a cautious offensive to an aggressive one, pouncing on Diana. Although the servant then tried to tickle her opponent’s upper body, Jen’s tickle tools blocked her fingers, and Jen worked on turning Diana over. Soon Diana was on her abdomen, her bare feet up in the air and ready to be tickled. Jen turned around in a swift motion, sitting on her opponent’s knees. With Diana trapped, Jen grabbed her ankles and began dusting her bare feet, focusing on the hyper-ticklish toes. Unsurprisingly, Diana went into hysterics from this, as the duster managed to always get one or two feathers in between the toes of its victim. While Diana pounded the floor in desperation, Jen pressed her advantage, realizing that she could still use the hairbrush on Diana’s soles without letting her grip go. This new technique made Diana surrender within moments as she realized the helplessness of her situation. Once Diana said ‘Mercy’, Jen ceased her tickling, not wanting to set herself up for a punishment like Diana had the day before.
“Ha, Diana, I won this time,” Jen gloated as she helped the ticklish servant up.
“Yes, I suppose you did win,” Diana finally responded around halfway to the table. She took the water offered to her, and she was soon ready to be tickle tortured as punishment.
Jen took the loser over to the stocks and locked her in, this time putting on the toe ties. “Alright, Diana, you’ve earned the toe ties for twenty-five minutes of tickle torture.”
Since she had plenty of time to tickle torture Diana, Jen did not go straight for the toes. She began by grabbing a bottle of baby oil and spreading it across the bare feet in front of her. Then, still avoiding the toes, she picked up two hairbrushes and began raking them across the sensitive soles in front of her. “AHAHAHA IHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES!” Diana was able to give a limited description through her laughter. Noting this, Jen increased the speed and pressure on the hairbrushes, and Diana’s laughter became louder and less coherent. Jen continued the hairbrush torture on the servant’s sensitive soles for around ten minutes before she decided to really begin tickle torturing Diana.
Without warning, Jen exchanged the hairbrushes for feather dusters and focused the tickling on the toes. With Diana’s toes tied separate from each other, several feathers tickled in between the ten ticklish hot spots, and Diana’s laughter had no sense of coherency anymore. She struggled against the toe ties specifically, as well as the rest of her bondage, for a few minutes before she was too exhausted to continue. Noting that Diana was getting worn out rather quickly, Jen off and on slowed down her tickling to keep her ticklee on the edge of ticklish insanity. Whenever Diana got overwhelmed, the feathers slowed down, but once it seemed like she had recovered enough, they picked right back up.
Jen kept the feathery tickle torture up until the punishment clock had just over two minutes left, and then she went in for the real kill. Armed with an electric flosser for each foot, Jen buzzed in between each individual adjacent set of toes for around thirty seconds until the punishment time ended. Diana was well exhausted after the intense punishment, and she took several minutes to recover after Jen unlocked her from the stocks. When her breathing seemed to be back to normal, Jen guided her over to the table, where cold water and an energy bar were waiting. Taking a look at the clock, Jen noted that they were well past the halfway mark, only having around thirty minutes remaining, so there was not likely to be another tickle fight today.
Once Diana had recovered from her second tickle punishment of the day, she proclaimed, “Wow, Jen you weren’t kidding about torturing me if you won the tickle fight. I’m just glad that’s over for now. Do you have any questions for me today?”
“Yes, I know that when we get on the ship to head to get Maddie, we’re supposed to have tickle fights to keep our tickling skills fresh,” Jen dictated. “I was wondering how often and how long those tickle fights are supposed to last? Are we supposed to be tickling each other from waking up to going to bed, just with breaks for meals, or what?”
“Not that much,” Diana began her answer. “I think we’re supposed to have tickle fights and then probably punishments of around an hour for the loser. After that, there should be time for letting the ticklee recover. We’ll probably only get about four or five tickle fights in per day, since we need to take time for meals and for recovery. I know that the Queen Mistress wants the tickle fights to be fair, so there will be plenty of time for the ticklee to get ready for the next tickle fight. And, of course, we do want to have some free time to relax. The goal of the tickle fights is not to exhaust us, just to make sure our tickling skills don’t rust any. Does that amount sound reasonable?”
Jen did some quick math in her head, realizing that there would be plenty of free time, and agreed, “Yeah, that sounds like a good plan. How about when Maddie gets on?”
“Probably around the same,” Diana gave the response that Jen sort of expected. “The first day she’s on, it might be less, since we’ll have to really explain everything to her. After that, we’ll just pick two of the three of us to tickle fight, probably the winner of the last tickle fight and the person who sat it out. Then both of the next tickle fighters can punish the loser, should they so choose.”
“Alright, that sounds good,” Jen declared. “But you should know that Maddie’s only ticklish spot is her bellybutton, so it’s going to be hard to have two people punishing her. I was also wondering if there were machines or something like that on board, for if the tickle fight winner wants to rest during the punishment period.”
“Yes, there will be a few of those,” Diana confirmed. “They’ll be basic tickle machines, and they won’t be as effective as a human tickler, but they’ll do for punishment.”
“Good,” Jen replied. “I have no clue if any of us will ever want to use them, but I like having the option, at least.”
“And before you ask, the ship is fully stocked with tickle tools,” Diana added. “Those will be available for both tickle fights and tickle punishments.”
“That’s really good news,” Jen smiled deviously, thinking of how she would tickle torment Diana’s toes.
Both women were silent for a minute before it hit Diana that Jen did not have anything more on that topic, so she asked, “Jen, do you have any more questions I can answer?”
“Hmm,” Jen racked her brain to see if she had anything else. “No, I think that’s all I’ve got for today. What do you want to do now?”
Taking a look at the clock, Diana decided, “Well, we don’t really have time for another tickle fight and punishment today, so if it’s alright with you, we can clean up and then head out for the day.”
“Alright,” Jen accepted it with a smile, and the two quickly cleaned up the room. Afterwards, they headed out, saying goodbye as Diana started back to the Queen Mistress’ Palace. Jen called Rebecca, and within a few minutes, she was at the door. “Hi, Rebecca!” Jen was significantly more upbeat than the previous day upon seeing Rebecca, and the two headed back to Rebecca’s T cart.
“How was the tickle fighting today?” Rebecca questioned.
“Lots of fun; I won this time,” Jen informed her host as the T cart started up. “It was really fun punishing Diana’s toes, just like tickling you yesterday.”
“Oh, don’t remind me of that,” Rebecca playfully rebuked Jen as they pulled up to a stop light, and once they were stopped, she reached over and squeezed Jen’s bare side.
“EEK!” Jen squirmed away a little at the surprise tickle. She turned to Rebecca, who had a goofy grin on her face. Unable to keep a grin off her own face, Jen wondered, “What was that for, Rebecca?”
“Reminding me how you got me yesterday,” Rebecca responded with false annoyance. “But you should remember that I told you I’d get you good today, and I intend to keep that promise.”
“So that’s what we’re doing next,” Jen deduced, and Rebecca nodded in agreement. “I have to say that I’ve been wondering how you’ll get me? Where you’ll put me, what tools you’ll use, all of it. Any hints?”
“It’s going to be on your tummy; that’s all I’ll say now,” Rebecca gave the information that Jen already had figured out. “You just read your book, and I’ll give you more information when we get back to my place.” A smirk on her face, Jen did get out her book and read it for the rest of the way back, although the lack of a snarky attitude did not keep a giddy Rebecca from poking her bare side whenever the T cart pulled up to a stop light. When they finally reached the apartment complex, Rebecca launched a full tickle attack on Jen’s belly for a couple of minutes, and they both enjoyed it. Afterwards, they got out of the T cart and headed inside casually, and Jen anticipated her upcoming tickling.
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