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Here is the final part 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 3
“My apartment first,” Rebecca directed Jen when the latter turned to her upon entering the lobby. Jen followed her host obediently, ready to see this ‘fun lobby’ and get tickled in it. When they reached Rebecca’s apartment, the two went in, and the host instructed, “Take your flip flops off; you won’t need them.” Jen was joined in removing her footwear by Rebecca, who seemed hesitant to do so. “Alright, let’s head to the fun lobby, Jen. You’re due for a good, long laugh there.” Again, Jen was right behind Rebecca as they left the latter’s apartment and headed back towards the lobby. This time, instead of going outside, Rebecca turned the other way and headed for another door. Jen saw the ‘Fun Lobby’ sign above a door, and the two walked in. Immediately, Jen knew why this was the fun lobby. Tickle-enabling bondage was scattered across the room, providing plenty of places for mischievous residents to torment friends and fellow residents. A few people were already in the room, some laughing and some doing the tickling. Rebecca pulled Jen towards a counter on one side of the room, and she greeted the person behind it, “Hello, Naomi. How are you doing today?”
“I’m doing great, Rebecca,” the person at the counter responded. “What can I get for you?” Rebecca, despite having pulled Jen over to the counter, appeared to not want her victim to hear what she was going to say. Jen’s host leaned in and whispered something to her friend, who nodded and ducked down to retrieve something. Once Rebecca got a blindfold from Naomi, she addressed Jen, “Alright, Jen, let’s go get you tied up so I can tickle you.”
Jen obediently followed her host over to a set of stocks that could hold both hands and feet, and Rebecca helped her get in. Unlike most stocks, this one had the feet angled downwards, and there was a seat higher than normal. Getting in them, Jen realized that this was to put less stress on the ticklee’s body. She sat down on the padded cushion behind the stocks and bent her knees to place her feet so they could be restrained. Right above her knees, the future ticklee’s wrists were bound, leaving almost her entire upper body available for a tickle attack. Jen realized that this was better for her back, as she only had to bend it a little to keep both arms and legs secure in front of her, but it still left her body almost fully exposed. A tickler could easily tickle anywhere on her upper body, or they could choose to get the unprotected backs of her knees, and her feet were very easy to tickle. Due to the downward angle, a tool could easily and ticklishly brush up against both feet, from Jen’s soles to her tied up toes. “Okay, what’s now?” Jen looked to Rebecca when she was fully strapped in.
“This,” Rebecca carefully placed the blindfold over Jen’s eyes. “I want you to focus completely on the tickling, and I don’t want you to be able to tell what’s going to come at you next. You relax; I’ll start when I’m ready.”
‘Ah, so that’s how you want to play this.’ Unable to see her soon-to-be-tickler, Jen delved into her thoughts, analyzing the situation. ‘You put the blindfold on so I wouldn’t be able to see when or where you’re going to tickle me. This is actually kind of similar to when Kara tickled me in the Royal Tickle Dungeon’s Sensory Deprivation Tickle Treatment Room.’ The memory of that tickle torture was not all that pleasant, and Jen immediately began making distinctions between that tickling and her upcoming one. ‘Of course, that was much more intense and different than this one. First of all, Kara did not have to spend four and a half more days with me after tickling me there. Rebecca will still have to spend a lot of time with me, and she’ll probably have to be barefoot for a decent amount of that time. If she really tortures me, I can always get her back. Another thing that’s quite different is that I only have a blindfold on. Rebecca can still surprise me, but it’s not like the only sense I can use is touch. I can still hear her if she’s not completely silent, including moving around to different areas. Also, it means that she can hear my reactions, and I didn’t know that Kara could hear them when I was being tickled in the dungeon. So, with all that, this shouldn’t be too terrible.’
That thought process went by fairly rapidly, and then Jen just waited for Rebecca to strike, happily anticipating it. Having her ears perked the whole time, Jen was fairly sure that her host had not left, and she relaxed in preparation for the tickling. Although she knew that relaxing would probably increase her reaction to a quick tickle, Jen saw no benefit to resisting what she thought would be a fun experience. It took a little while, but the ticklee eventually squealed and moved away from a finger that suddenly hit her bare side, “EHEHEEP!” The small amount that Jen moved took her other side straight into another finger, which ticklishly probed it to throw her back. As Jen’s natural reactions made her bounce between two of Rebecca’s fingers, the nails lightly teased the sides of the ticklee’s stomach for seconds at a time, getting a decent amount of laughter from her.
“How does it feel, Jen, being so helpless to resist the tickling?” Rebecca’s tease came right into Jen’s ear as her fingers retracted. “And you can’t even see where I’m going to tickle next. Does that make you more ticklish? Is it torture for you, Jen?”
“It makes MEHEHE more ticklish, but IHIHIT IHIHIS not torture FOHOHOR MEHEHE AHAHAHAHA!” The quick laughter in Jen’s response was caused by short poking attacks to her midriff, which Rebecca increased to a full torso tickling at the end. Enjoying all the finger tickling, Jen let her laughter loose as her head hit the well-cushioned headrest.
“So, this isn’t torture for you, Jen?” Rebecca’s teasing whisper traveled to Jen’s other ear. “Not even when I really get your tummy like this?” Fingers flew over the sensitive stomach of the ticklee, and she joyfully laughed the thought of it being torture off. “But it does make you more sensitive, doesn’t it? I mean, I only tickled you for a little bit earlier, but this does seem extra sensitive compared to that.”
“YEHEHEHES IHIHIHIT DOHOHOES!” Jen laughed out her answer, and then Rebecca finally stopped her abdomen assault.
“I’m so glad that it makes you that much more tick-a-lish,” Rebecca’s whispers returned to Jen’s ear. “Now, we’re going to wait a little bit, and then I might just find out somewhere else that’s suddenly super ticklish.”
‘Well, that wasn’t bad at all,’ Jen returned to her thoughts after Rebecca did not speak for a few seconds. ‘I actually really enjoyed that tummy tickling, and I’m sure I’ll enjoy whatever she’s got planned NEHEHEXT for me!’
Jen’s thought process was interrupted by five fingers wiggling in her armpit. Although the fingers tickled quite a bit, Jen was able to resist jerking too far away from the fingers into what she figured would have been a five finger tickle trap for her other armpit. She did, however, let out a loud squeal that prompted another teasing whisper from Rebecca, “So, the blindfold makes you more ticklish in more spots than just your belly. So interesting, Jen. How about-”
“AHAHAHAHA IHIHIHITS FUHUHUHUHUN!” Jen’s sudden laughter drowned out the rest of Rebecca’s question as the latter tickled the former’s armpits with all ten fingers. Even though Jen had been able to hear Rebecca earlier during the tummy tickling, since the armpit tickling had suddenly jumped in intensity, it took Jen’s focus away from her tickler’s teasing words. Emphasizing this, Jen was more descriptive in her laughter, leaving no room for her to listen to Rebecca, “SEHEHEHEE IHIHIHIM MOHOHOHORE TIHIHICKLIHIHISH HEHEHERE! IHIHIHIT TIHIHICKLEHEHES AHAHAHA LOHOHOT, BUHUHUT IHIHITS SOHOHOHO FUHUHUHUN!” Jen continued to squirm and laugh at the tickling for another few minutes, at which point Rebecca stopped again.
“Alright, Jen, how are you doing? Are you feeling the tickle torture yet?” Rebecca’s whispers entered Jen’s ears just as her fingers left Jen’s body.
“Absolutely not,” Jen’s voice was still bright and cheery as she answered her tickling host a few seconds after the question. “This is a lot of fun.”
“Well, take another little break, and then we’ll see just how ticklish you are,” Rebecca softly told Jen before going silent again.
‘She’s really not giving up until I say it’s torture, is she?’ Jen internally wondered. ‘Guess I’m going to be here for a while, which means I’ll get tickled for a while. I love that I love being tickled; it makes these situations that much more fun. I wonder what’s next, though. She’s already gone to my belly and proved that it was slightly more ticklish than normal, and my armpits sure were more sensitive. Maybe my ribs or hips next? Maybe she’ll get some tools from her friend at the counter? Well, at least I can be sure that if she does get tools, I’ll know because she’ll have to leave here to get them. And they probably won’t be bad, anyways. I like being tickled with tools just about as much as fingers.’ It had been a few minutes since Jen restarted pondering her situation, and she was surprised that Rebecca had not intervened to tickle her again. ‘Oh, well, I guess that I might as well relax and wait for her to do something.’ Beneath the blindfold, Jen’s eyes shut, calmly awaiting the next dose of tickling from her host.
“AHAHAHAHA!” Jen burst into laughter a few minutes later as two feathers swiped across her stomach. The small but effective tickle tools started just past her exposed sides, and they went away from the ticklish flanks towards the ticklee’s tickle button. With plenty of freedom to move, Jen squirmed wildly, but this was not enough to take the feathers off the course Rebecca had set for them. They circled the bare bellybutton a few times, never going in, before tickling back towards the sensitive sides. As Jen continued to laugh and involuntarily tried to wiggle her way out of the situation, the tools swiped up and down her sides for several seconds. A second pass was made at the tickle button in the center of the ticklish torso, and this time, a feather made its way inside. Rebecca’s choice to tickle Jen’s navel was rewarded with a loud, surprised shriek, so she kept one of the feathers twisting in the bellybutton while the other explored the rest of her abdomen. Because of the blindfold, Jen had seemingly received a long break, and the surprise of the tickling restarting had not worn off. Due to this, the laughter emanating from her had no description, although she was enjoying the ticklish attention being paid to her tummy. Rebecca continued to twist the one feather in Jen’s bellybutton for the loud laughter, and she worked with the other feather to keep her ticklee on her toes. The second feather twisted, flipped, and moved around so randomly that its target could not anticipate what it would do. All this time, Rebecca did not utter a single word to Jen, instead letting her tickle tools do the talking. The host appeared to accept that since her other techniques had failed to torture Jen, she would not likely get Jen to consider any tickling torture. However, she seemed to be satisfied with the hysterical laughter coming from her ticklee, as she did not deviate from the pattern for a long time. Jen was well exhausted by the time Rebecca finally lifted the feathers from her bare belly, having endured two feathers for around half an hour.
“Alright, Jen, I think I’ve gotten my revenge,” Rebecca announced. “I know you probably didn’t consider this too torturous, based on your reaction, but you were laughing so much that I’m considering it sufficient. Plus, I don’t want to keep you in here too long; I think you told me that you were planning to text your friend more.”
“Oh, yeah, I was going to text Maddie again.” It took Jen a minute or so to recover from the long, light tickling on her midsection and realize who Rebecca was talking about. “I think it would be good to keep a conversation going with her so that I don’t just disappear off the map like I’ve already done twice.”
“Well, I’ll make sure you can do that,” Rebecca declared as she released Jen from the restraints.
Once Jen was free and had stretched a little bit, the two headed back to Rebecca’s apartment. Rebecca turned on the television, and Jen stayed out there for a little bit, dividing her attention between a conversation with Maddie and the show that her host was watching. After a little while, though, Jen realized that she was not really watching the show, so she headed to her room to fully focus on texting Maddie. Remembering Rebecca’s ‘lessons’ from the previous day, Jen made a cushion out of her pillows so she could lean on the wall facing the door. She steadily got more and more engrossed in the conversation with her best friend, although she was careful not to turn her back on the door. Eventually, Rebecca came into the room and informed Jen that dinner was ready. The two had a nice dinner, and after helping Rebecca clean up the dishes, Jen returned to her room, assuming the same setup as before. Her conversation with Maddie made her feel at home again, and she relaxed in the virtual reality the conversation had created, forgetting about the Tickle Cartel entirely.
As the evening turned into night, Rebecca came into Jen’s room, prepared with two electric toothbrushes in case her guest had not learned her lesson about surprise tickles. Jen was facing the door, but she was so engrossed in her conversation with Maddie that she did not notice the door opening. Stealthily approaching Jen, Rebecca was sure she would get spotted before she had time to pull out her toothbrushes to tickle Jen’s tummy. The host was less than a foot away from Jen, hands just about to grab the tickle tools, when her guest let out a little laugh. Thinking that she was caught, Rebecca froze, but then Jen’s fingers began typing away to respond to what had apparently been a funny text from Maddie.
Shocked that she had not been discovered, Rebecca quickly grabbed the toothbrushes and placed them on her guest’s bare belly, catching her completely off guard. “AHAHAHA THAHAHAT TIHIHICKLEHEHES!” Jen screamed out as her phone dropped from her hands, which went to cover her ticklish tummy. The return to reality for Jen was swift, as was Rebecca’s decision that Jen’s bellybutton needed attention. Before the ticklee’s hands could protect the hot tickle spot that she had left so vulnerable, her tickle button came under toothbrush attack, and she sucked in her stomach in defense. Like every other time this technique had been tried, the tickling toothbrush just dove after the navel, and Jen broke into hysterics. She managed to push the toothbrush that was not tickling her bellybutton off her abdomen, and then she fully regained her sense of reality. Realizing that she was enjoying the button tickles, Jen gripped her bedsheet tightly with her fingers to prevent them from interfering with the tickling on her favorite ticklish spot. Rebecca saw this and kept the toothbrush in for a couple of minutes, only taking it out when Jen’s grip finally let go.
“Well, that was sure fun,” the host commented as Jen caught her breath from the bellybutton tickling. “Although, I must say that I can’t believe you didn’t notice me coming in or creeping up to you.”
“I guess I was lost in talking to Maddie,” Jen could not believe that Rebecca had gotten the jump on her, either. “But I’m still surprised I didn’t see you before the tickles started. I mean, you were standing right in front of me while you were tickling.”
“I guess that must have been some great conversation, then,” Rebecca closed the subject. “Anyways, I came in here to let you know that it’s starting to get late and that I’m about to go to bed. Do you need anything else from me tonight?”
“I think I’m good, and I should probably get to bed, too,” Jen proclaimed after looking at the clock. “I’ll… see you tomorrow.” The yawn in Jen’s sentence confirmed what the clock was already telling her. Once Rebecca echoed Jen’s sentence and left, the future Dungeon Tickler texted her best friend to end the conversation for the night. She changed into her standard cropped-top pajamas and got ready to go to sleep. Upon getting in bed, Jen returned to the virtual world that she had put herself in during her conversation with Maddie, and all her cares disappeared as she slipped into sleep.
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Chapter 13: Prep Week, Day 3: Part 3
“My apartment first,” Rebecca directed Jen when the latter turned to her upon entering the lobby. Jen followed her host obediently, ready to see this ‘fun lobby’ and get tickled in it. When they reached Rebecca’s apartment, the two went in, and the host instructed, “Take your flip flops off; you won’t need them.” Jen was joined in removing her footwear by Rebecca, who seemed hesitant to do so. “Alright, let’s head to the fun lobby, Jen. You’re due for a good, long laugh there.” Again, Jen was right behind Rebecca as they left the latter’s apartment and headed back towards the lobby. This time, instead of going outside, Rebecca turned the other way and headed for another door. Jen saw the ‘Fun Lobby’ sign above a door, and the two walked in. Immediately, Jen knew why this was the fun lobby. Tickle-enabling bondage was scattered across the room, providing plenty of places for mischievous residents to torment friends and fellow residents. A few people were already in the room, some laughing and some doing the tickling. Rebecca pulled Jen towards a counter on one side of the room, and she greeted the person behind it, “Hello, Naomi. How are you doing today?”
“I’m doing great, Rebecca,” the person at the counter responded. “What can I get for you?” Rebecca, despite having pulled Jen over to the counter, appeared to not want her victim to hear what she was going to say. Jen’s host leaned in and whispered something to her friend, who nodded and ducked down to retrieve something. Once Rebecca got a blindfold from Naomi, she addressed Jen, “Alright, Jen, let’s go get you tied up so I can tickle you.”
Jen obediently followed her host over to a set of stocks that could hold both hands and feet, and Rebecca helped her get in. Unlike most stocks, this one had the feet angled downwards, and there was a seat higher than normal. Getting in them, Jen realized that this was to put less stress on the ticklee’s body. She sat down on the padded cushion behind the stocks and bent her knees to place her feet so they could be restrained. Right above her knees, the future ticklee’s wrists were bound, leaving almost her entire upper body available for a tickle attack. Jen realized that this was better for her back, as she only had to bend it a little to keep both arms and legs secure in front of her, but it still left her body almost fully exposed. A tickler could easily tickle anywhere on her upper body, or they could choose to get the unprotected backs of her knees, and her feet were very easy to tickle. Due to the downward angle, a tool could easily and ticklishly brush up against both feet, from Jen’s soles to her tied up toes. “Okay, what’s now?” Jen looked to Rebecca when she was fully strapped in.
“This,” Rebecca carefully placed the blindfold over Jen’s eyes. “I want you to focus completely on the tickling, and I don’t want you to be able to tell what’s going to come at you next. You relax; I’ll start when I’m ready.”
‘Ah, so that’s how you want to play this.’ Unable to see her soon-to-be-tickler, Jen delved into her thoughts, analyzing the situation. ‘You put the blindfold on so I wouldn’t be able to see when or where you’re going to tickle me. This is actually kind of similar to when Kara tickled me in the Royal Tickle Dungeon’s Sensory Deprivation Tickle Treatment Room.’ The memory of that tickle torture was not all that pleasant, and Jen immediately began making distinctions between that tickling and her upcoming one. ‘Of course, that was much more intense and different than this one. First of all, Kara did not have to spend four and a half more days with me after tickling me there. Rebecca will still have to spend a lot of time with me, and she’ll probably have to be barefoot for a decent amount of that time. If she really tortures me, I can always get her back. Another thing that’s quite different is that I only have a blindfold on. Rebecca can still surprise me, but it’s not like the only sense I can use is touch. I can still hear her if she’s not completely silent, including moving around to different areas. Also, it means that she can hear my reactions, and I didn’t know that Kara could hear them when I was being tickled in the dungeon. So, with all that, this shouldn’t be too terrible.’
That thought process went by fairly rapidly, and then Jen just waited for Rebecca to strike, happily anticipating it. Having her ears perked the whole time, Jen was fairly sure that her host had not left, and she relaxed in preparation for the tickling. Although she knew that relaxing would probably increase her reaction to a quick tickle, Jen saw no benefit to resisting what she thought would be a fun experience. It took a little while, but the ticklee eventually squealed and moved away from a finger that suddenly hit her bare side, “EHEHEEP!” The small amount that Jen moved took her other side straight into another finger, which ticklishly probed it to throw her back. As Jen’s natural reactions made her bounce between two of Rebecca’s fingers, the nails lightly teased the sides of the ticklee’s stomach for seconds at a time, getting a decent amount of laughter from her.
“How does it feel, Jen, being so helpless to resist the tickling?” Rebecca’s tease came right into Jen’s ear as her fingers retracted. “And you can’t even see where I’m going to tickle next. Does that make you more ticklish? Is it torture for you, Jen?”
“It makes MEHEHE more ticklish, but IHIHIT IHIHIS not torture FOHOHOR MEHEHE AHAHAHAHA!” The quick laughter in Jen’s response was caused by short poking attacks to her midriff, which Rebecca increased to a full torso tickling at the end. Enjoying all the finger tickling, Jen let her laughter loose as her head hit the well-cushioned headrest.
“So, this isn’t torture for you, Jen?” Rebecca’s teasing whisper traveled to Jen’s other ear. “Not even when I really get your tummy like this?” Fingers flew over the sensitive stomach of the ticklee, and she joyfully laughed the thought of it being torture off. “But it does make you more sensitive, doesn’t it? I mean, I only tickled you for a little bit earlier, but this does seem extra sensitive compared to that.”
“YEHEHEHES IHIHIHIT DOHOHOES!” Jen laughed out her answer, and then Rebecca finally stopped her abdomen assault.
“I’m so glad that it makes you that much more tick-a-lish,” Rebecca’s whispers returned to Jen’s ear. “Now, we’re going to wait a little bit, and then I might just find out somewhere else that’s suddenly super ticklish.”
‘Well, that wasn’t bad at all,’ Jen returned to her thoughts after Rebecca did not speak for a few seconds. ‘I actually really enjoyed that tummy tickling, and I’m sure I’ll enjoy whatever she’s got planned NEHEHEXT for me!’
Jen’s thought process was interrupted by five fingers wiggling in her armpit. Although the fingers tickled quite a bit, Jen was able to resist jerking too far away from the fingers into what she figured would have been a five finger tickle trap for her other armpit. She did, however, let out a loud squeal that prompted another teasing whisper from Rebecca, “So, the blindfold makes you more ticklish in more spots than just your belly. So interesting, Jen. How about-”
“AHAHAHAHA IHIHIHITS FUHUHUHUHUN!” Jen’s sudden laughter drowned out the rest of Rebecca’s question as the latter tickled the former’s armpits with all ten fingers. Even though Jen had been able to hear Rebecca earlier during the tummy tickling, since the armpit tickling had suddenly jumped in intensity, it took Jen’s focus away from her tickler’s teasing words. Emphasizing this, Jen was more descriptive in her laughter, leaving no room for her to listen to Rebecca, “SEHEHEHEE IHIHIHIM MOHOHOHORE TIHIHICKLIHIHISH HEHEHERE! IHIHIHIT TIHIHICKLEHEHES AHAHAHA LOHOHOT, BUHUHUT IHIHITS SOHOHOHO FUHUHUHUN!” Jen continued to squirm and laugh at the tickling for another few minutes, at which point Rebecca stopped again.
“Alright, Jen, how are you doing? Are you feeling the tickle torture yet?” Rebecca’s whispers entered Jen’s ears just as her fingers left Jen’s body.
“Absolutely not,” Jen’s voice was still bright and cheery as she answered her tickling host a few seconds after the question. “This is a lot of fun.”
“Well, take another little break, and then we’ll see just how ticklish you are,” Rebecca softly told Jen before going silent again.
‘She’s really not giving up until I say it’s torture, is she?’ Jen internally wondered. ‘Guess I’m going to be here for a while, which means I’ll get tickled for a while. I love that I love being tickled; it makes these situations that much more fun. I wonder what’s next, though. She’s already gone to my belly and proved that it was slightly more ticklish than normal, and my armpits sure were more sensitive. Maybe my ribs or hips next? Maybe she’ll get some tools from her friend at the counter? Well, at least I can be sure that if she does get tools, I’ll know because she’ll have to leave here to get them. And they probably won’t be bad, anyways. I like being tickled with tools just about as much as fingers.’ It had been a few minutes since Jen restarted pondering her situation, and she was surprised that Rebecca had not intervened to tickle her again. ‘Oh, well, I guess that I might as well relax and wait for her to do something.’ Beneath the blindfold, Jen’s eyes shut, calmly awaiting the next dose of tickling from her host.
“AHAHAHAHA!” Jen burst into laughter a few minutes later as two feathers swiped across her stomach. The small but effective tickle tools started just past her exposed sides, and they went away from the ticklish flanks towards the ticklee’s tickle button. With plenty of freedom to move, Jen squirmed wildly, but this was not enough to take the feathers off the course Rebecca had set for them. They circled the bare bellybutton a few times, never going in, before tickling back towards the sensitive sides. As Jen continued to laugh and involuntarily tried to wiggle her way out of the situation, the tools swiped up and down her sides for several seconds. A second pass was made at the tickle button in the center of the ticklish torso, and this time, a feather made its way inside. Rebecca’s choice to tickle Jen’s navel was rewarded with a loud, surprised shriek, so she kept one of the feathers twisting in the bellybutton while the other explored the rest of her abdomen. Because of the blindfold, Jen had seemingly received a long break, and the surprise of the tickling restarting had not worn off. Due to this, the laughter emanating from her had no description, although she was enjoying the ticklish attention being paid to her tummy. Rebecca continued to twist the one feather in Jen’s bellybutton for the loud laughter, and she worked with the other feather to keep her ticklee on her toes. The second feather twisted, flipped, and moved around so randomly that its target could not anticipate what it would do. All this time, Rebecca did not utter a single word to Jen, instead letting her tickle tools do the talking. The host appeared to accept that since her other techniques had failed to torture Jen, she would not likely get Jen to consider any tickling torture. However, she seemed to be satisfied with the hysterical laughter coming from her ticklee, as she did not deviate from the pattern for a long time. Jen was well exhausted by the time Rebecca finally lifted the feathers from her bare belly, having endured two feathers for around half an hour.
“Alright, Jen, I think I’ve gotten my revenge,” Rebecca announced. “I know you probably didn’t consider this too torturous, based on your reaction, but you were laughing so much that I’m considering it sufficient. Plus, I don’t want to keep you in here too long; I think you told me that you were planning to text your friend more.”
“Oh, yeah, I was going to text Maddie again.” It took Jen a minute or so to recover from the long, light tickling on her midsection and realize who Rebecca was talking about. “I think it would be good to keep a conversation going with her so that I don’t just disappear off the map like I’ve already done twice.”
“Well, I’ll make sure you can do that,” Rebecca declared as she released Jen from the restraints.
Once Jen was free and had stretched a little bit, the two headed back to Rebecca’s apartment. Rebecca turned on the television, and Jen stayed out there for a little bit, dividing her attention between a conversation with Maddie and the show that her host was watching. After a little while, though, Jen realized that she was not really watching the show, so she headed to her room to fully focus on texting Maddie. Remembering Rebecca’s ‘lessons’ from the previous day, Jen made a cushion out of her pillows so she could lean on the wall facing the door. She steadily got more and more engrossed in the conversation with her best friend, although she was careful not to turn her back on the door. Eventually, Rebecca came into the room and informed Jen that dinner was ready. The two had a nice dinner, and after helping Rebecca clean up the dishes, Jen returned to her room, assuming the same setup as before. Her conversation with Maddie made her feel at home again, and she relaxed in the virtual reality the conversation had created, forgetting about the Tickle Cartel entirely.
As the evening turned into night, Rebecca came into Jen’s room, prepared with two electric toothbrushes in case her guest had not learned her lesson about surprise tickles. Jen was facing the door, but she was so engrossed in her conversation with Maddie that she did not notice the door opening. Stealthily approaching Jen, Rebecca was sure she would get spotted before she had time to pull out her toothbrushes to tickle Jen’s tummy. The host was less than a foot away from Jen, hands just about to grab the tickle tools, when her guest let out a little laugh. Thinking that she was caught, Rebecca froze, but then Jen’s fingers began typing away to respond to what had apparently been a funny text from Maddie.
Shocked that she had not been discovered, Rebecca quickly grabbed the toothbrushes and placed them on her guest’s bare belly, catching her completely off guard. “AHAHAHA THAHAHAT TIHIHICKLEHEHES!” Jen screamed out as her phone dropped from her hands, which went to cover her ticklish tummy. The return to reality for Jen was swift, as was Rebecca’s decision that Jen’s bellybutton needed attention. Before the ticklee’s hands could protect the hot tickle spot that she had left so vulnerable, her tickle button came under toothbrush attack, and she sucked in her stomach in defense. Like every other time this technique had been tried, the tickling toothbrush just dove after the navel, and Jen broke into hysterics. She managed to push the toothbrush that was not tickling her bellybutton off her abdomen, and then she fully regained her sense of reality. Realizing that she was enjoying the button tickles, Jen gripped her bedsheet tightly with her fingers to prevent them from interfering with the tickling on her favorite ticklish spot. Rebecca saw this and kept the toothbrush in for a couple of minutes, only taking it out when Jen’s grip finally let go.
“Well, that was sure fun,” the host commented as Jen caught her breath from the bellybutton tickling. “Although, I must say that I can’t believe you didn’t notice me coming in or creeping up to you.”
“I guess I was lost in talking to Maddie,” Jen could not believe that Rebecca had gotten the jump on her, either. “But I’m still surprised I didn’t see you before the tickles started. I mean, you were standing right in front of me while you were tickling.”
“I guess that must have been some great conversation, then,” Rebecca closed the subject. “Anyways, I came in here to let you know that it’s starting to get late and that I’m about to go to bed. Do you need anything else from me tonight?”
“I think I’m good, and I should probably get to bed, too,” Jen proclaimed after looking at the clock. “I’ll… see you tomorrow.” The yawn in Jen’s sentence confirmed what the clock was already telling her. Once Rebecca echoed Jen’s sentence and left, the future Dungeon Tickler texted her best friend to end the conversation for the night. She changed into her standard cropped-top pajamas and got ready to go to sleep. Upon getting in bed, Jen returned to the virtual world that she had put herself in during her conversation with Maddie, and all her cares disappeared as she slipped into sleep.
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