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Here is part 3 of Chapter 18 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 18: Recruiting Maddie, Part 2
“Jen,” Maddie finally spoke up after her tickling fingers retracted from the sensitive stomach.
“Maddie,” Jen responded cautiously, unsure of what her best friend was thinking.
“What all would this job entail?” Maddie signaled her openness to accepting the offer.
“Tickling people,” Jen gave Maddie the same general description that she had given several times already.
“What kind of people? What kind of tickling? Tickle torturing innocent people? Playfully tickling volunteers? Tickle torturing people as punishment? Give me more details,” Maddie probed.
“I’ll be honest; I’m not sure of everything since the only thing I’ve done is trained,” Jen realized that she did not know all that much about being a Dungeon Tickler. “From what I’ve gathered, though, I think it’s mostly along the lines of tickle torturing people who’ve earned it as punishment. I know we’re both good at tickling, so this shouldn’t be a problem for either of us.”
“I agree with that,” Maddie confirmed. “And even though I have some doubts about it, I do trust you, Jen. Yes, I’ll go with you.”
“Hooray!” Jen cheered her victory as smiles filled the faces of both best friends. After a minute of smiling, Jen realized that her wrists were still being held securely. Her arms squirmed slightly as she addressed her tickler, “Uh, Maddie?”
“Yes, that,” Maddie glanced down at her friend’s restrained limbs. “Jen, before I let you go, I want to make it clear that if you ever disappear without telling me again, the Q-tip is going back in your bellybutton for a long time. And from what it sounds like, I should have a pretty easy time enforcing that where we’re going.”
“Deal,” Jen accepted, having no desire to repeat the offense, and her wrists finally got released. “Wow, Maddie, you really did a number on me. Anything you want to do before we head back to the ship?”
“We are calling our parents and telling them what’s going on so that they don’t freak out like everyone did when you disappeared,” Maddie ordered before taking a lighter tone. “Also, my parents would totally kill me if they found out that I left the car in the parking lot. I’ll just have them come and pick it up.”
A couple of emotional calls and an emotional meeting with all four parents later, Jen and Maddie headed back towards the Transporter ship that had brought Jen to North Carolina. The current Tickle Cartel employee had discreetly texted Diana while Maddie said her goodbyes to her parents, confirming that the two were coming on board soon. “They actually seemed to be really understanding,” Jen commented as the two walked to the port.
“I think that after my parents tickled you and yours tickled mine and we still wanted to go, they realized how much we wanted to do this,” Maddie responded. “And remember, we promised to call them every day for at least a few weeks once we get to Tickle Island. Wait, I didn’t even think about it, but I don’t have anything to wear other than this! I’ve got to go back and get clothes.”
“Relax, Maddie,” Jen hugged her friend to keep her in place and finally got a little revenge by wiggling a finger from the hugging hand in Maddie’s bellybutton. “The people who sent me here got clothes for you in case this happened. They also got us another surprise.”
“IHIHILL REHEHEHELAHAHAHAX WHEHEHEHEN YUHUHUHU STAHAHAP!” Maddie was insanely ticklish on her innie, and even the quick revenge tickle from Jen was driving her into hysterics.
“Alright,” Jen stopped and steadied Maddie with a quick hug. “I see that you’re still as ticklish as ever on that button.”
“Don’t remind me; your parents did that quite effectively,” Maddie groaned. “I hate having a tickle button.”
“Hey, I’ve got one, too, and you took full advantage of it earlier,” Jen lightheartedly complained. “Plus, you kept the Q-tip, so I think it’s only fair that I got that chance to tickle you a little.”
Maddie glared at Jen for a few seconds before Jen raised her eyebrows, causing Maddie to turn away as her mouth formed into a smile. “Oh, alright, but don’t let it happen again,” she conceded. “You know I can’t stand it.” Without a pause, she switched the subject away from her own ticklishness. “So, what’s this surprise from the people who sent you to get me?”
“Some of them are very rich, and so they have servants,” Jen alluded to Diana as the two approached the small ship. “They want us to practice our tickling on the way back, so they lent us a servant to tickle.”
“Nice,” Maddie was pleased with the surprise, and the two finally boarded the ship.
Upon going below deck, Jen introduced Maddie to the two Shippers, whom she confusedly called ‘navigators’ to hide their Tickle Cartel identity. The two Shippers just smiled at the mistake and explained their roles to Maddie. While the ship left port, Jen took her best friend to her room and showed her the clothes that Rebecca had bought. “Crop tops and bikinis?” Maddie looked curiously at Jen. “Are you trying to say that I should be showing my bellybutton on this trip?”
“I just know that you like those types of clothes,” Jen deflected with a fact, pointing to the crop top already on her best friend’s upper body. “Plus, that’s pretty much what I have for tops, too.”
“Fine,” Maddie accepted the logic. “I do like them; they’re all pretty cute.” After inspecting her room and finding it more than suitable for the trip, Maddie turned to Jen, “Alright, Jen, I’m really excited to meet this ticklee for the trip.”
“Let’s go, then,” Jen was equally excited to execute the first stage of her plan to fully reel Maddie in, and she giddily guided her best friend to the tickle dungeon cell.
“Is this… a tickling dungeon?” Maddie looked around in disbelief when they reached the cell where Diana was waiting. It was not that much of a reach, especially because it was true. Around the cell, a few bondage devices gave out a general feel, which was specified by the multitude of tickling tools residing in cabinets.
“It’s a cell, yes,” Jen affirmed. “I hear that it’s somewhat similar to the ones we will be working in.
“Oh, hi, sorry I didn’t notice you,” Maddie finally found Diana, who was locked in stocks in the center of the room, after a minute of observing the room. As part of her plan, Jen had the two Shippers secure Diana in the stocks, and by the looks of it, they had tickled her, too. All ten of the servant’s toes were tied to the top of the stocks, keeping them completely vulnerable, and her hands were stretched above her head. Combined with straps on Diana’s ribs, hips, and legs, the bondage meant that every spot on Diana’s bikini-clad body was available for Jen and Maddie to tickle torture as they saw fit. “My name is Maddie. I’m Jen’s friend that she was sent to get. Your name is?”
“Hello, Miss Maddie; my name is Diana,” the servant submissively introduced herself.
“Well, Diana, you seem to be quite stuck there,” Maddie teased with a wry smile. “Jen tells me that we’re allowed to practice our tickling skills on you for the trip. Is that correct?”
“Yes, Miss Maddie,” Diana affirmed.
“Diana, please drop the Miss; I’m just Maddie,” Maddie declared. “Jen, can we start tickling her? I want to see just how ticklish these armpits are.”
“I was just about to ask you the same thing,” Jen kneeled down by Diana’s feet.
“AHAHAHAHAHA OHOHOHOHO NOHOHOHOHO!” the ticklish servant began begging immediately as her two ticklers wiggled their fingers in her toes and armpits. “PLEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAP!”
“Super ticklish, so great,” Maddie’s attitude turned sadistic as she got into tickle torturing Diana. “Well, your armpits or your toes are super ticklish. Based on how you’re bound, I suspect it’s the toes. I’ll have to get those real good later, but for now, I think I’ll find out just how ticklish this upper body of yours is.”
The two continued to tickle torture Diana for several minutes before Jen decided to execute the next part of her plan. Wanting to keep the servant in hysterics to keep Maddie from hearing anything else, Jen taped two toothbrushes in between the ticklish toes, and the servant screeched in terror.
‘It’s now or never,’ Jen thought as she rushed her best friend. Her fingers wrapped around Maddie’s middle and two of them suddenly wiggled in the unprotected navel.
“NOHOHOHOHOHO! JEHEHEHEHEHEHEN!” Maddie howled as her only real ticklish spot was targeted.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle torture my Maddie!” Jen teased right in Maddie’s ear as she dragged her best friend over to a waiting rack. She continued to tickle the bare bellybutton, fighting through the wild attempts to dislodge her fingers, until she was ready to hoist Maddie up. After Jen forced her best friend onto the rack, she leaped onto the shorts-covered hips and managed to stay on, despite Maddie bucking crazily. Jen gripped her best friend’s arms and pushed them away from the tickle button, then proceeded to blow several raspberries on the tickle spot. As Maddie screamed in protest of the navel tickles, her fighting arms steadily weakened, and when they were weak enough, Jen forced them into two predetermined spots. The tickler swung her foot around and hit a button on the side of the rack, causing two restraints to go over Maddie’s wrists with the intention of clamping them down to the table. For safety reasons, the restraints were designed to be loose at first and steadily clamp down, so the ticklee was nowhere near trapped when they first came out. Jen tapped the button a few more times, causing the restraints to tighten over the wrists, and stopped right when she was convinced that her best friend would not be able to escape. The tickler finally released her grip on Maddie’s lower arms and once again used her fingers to tickle the bare bellybutton, and the ticklee returned to laughing. With lightning speed, Jen stopped tickling and manually restrained her best friend’s ankles in a different set of chains at the bottom of the rack. She wiggled a single finger in the tickle button to test the strength of the bondage, which proved to be capable of holding its captive. Once Maddie was fully secured, Jen sat down, and both tickler and ticklee breathed heavily as they recovered from the intense struggle that Jen had won.
After several deep breaths, Jen went over to release Diana, first removing the toe-tickling toothbrushes and then undoing the multitude of restraints that the two Shippers had used on the servant. Diana thanked Jen as she got up and came over to Maddie, standing over the bound woman’s midsection. When Jen stood next to the servant, part three of Jen’s plan kicked into gear.
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Chapter 18: Recruiting Maddie, Part 2
“Jen,” Maddie finally spoke up after her tickling fingers retracted from the sensitive stomach.
“Maddie,” Jen responded cautiously, unsure of what her best friend was thinking.
“What all would this job entail?” Maddie signaled her openness to accepting the offer.
“Tickling people,” Jen gave Maddie the same general description that she had given several times already.
“What kind of people? What kind of tickling? Tickle torturing innocent people? Playfully tickling volunteers? Tickle torturing people as punishment? Give me more details,” Maddie probed.
“I’ll be honest; I’m not sure of everything since the only thing I’ve done is trained,” Jen realized that she did not know all that much about being a Dungeon Tickler. “From what I’ve gathered, though, I think it’s mostly along the lines of tickle torturing people who’ve earned it as punishment. I know we’re both good at tickling, so this shouldn’t be a problem for either of us.”
“I agree with that,” Maddie confirmed. “And even though I have some doubts about it, I do trust you, Jen. Yes, I’ll go with you.”
“Hooray!” Jen cheered her victory as smiles filled the faces of both best friends. After a minute of smiling, Jen realized that her wrists were still being held securely. Her arms squirmed slightly as she addressed her tickler, “Uh, Maddie?”
“Yes, that,” Maddie glanced down at her friend’s restrained limbs. “Jen, before I let you go, I want to make it clear that if you ever disappear without telling me again, the Q-tip is going back in your bellybutton for a long time. And from what it sounds like, I should have a pretty easy time enforcing that where we’re going.”
“Deal,” Jen accepted, having no desire to repeat the offense, and her wrists finally got released. “Wow, Maddie, you really did a number on me. Anything you want to do before we head back to the ship?”
“We are calling our parents and telling them what’s going on so that they don’t freak out like everyone did when you disappeared,” Maddie ordered before taking a lighter tone. “Also, my parents would totally kill me if they found out that I left the car in the parking lot. I’ll just have them come and pick it up.”
A couple of emotional calls and an emotional meeting with all four parents later, Jen and Maddie headed back towards the Transporter ship that had brought Jen to North Carolina. The current Tickle Cartel employee had discreetly texted Diana while Maddie said her goodbyes to her parents, confirming that the two were coming on board soon. “They actually seemed to be really understanding,” Jen commented as the two walked to the port.
“I think that after my parents tickled you and yours tickled mine and we still wanted to go, they realized how much we wanted to do this,” Maddie responded. “And remember, we promised to call them every day for at least a few weeks once we get to Tickle Island. Wait, I didn’t even think about it, but I don’t have anything to wear other than this! I’ve got to go back and get clothes.”
“Relax, Maddie,” Jen hugged her friend to keep her in place and finally got a little revenge by wiggling a finger from the hugging hand in Maddie’s bellybutton. “The people who sent me here got clothes for you in case this happened. They also got us another surprise.”
“IHIHILL REHEHEHELAHAHAHAX WHEHEHEHEN YUHUHUHU STAHAHAP!” Maddie was insanely ticklish on her innie, and even the quick revenge tickle from Jen was driving her into hysterics.
“Alright,” Jen stopped and steadied Maddie with a quick hug. “I see that you’re still as ticklish as ever on that button.”
“Don’t remind me; your parents did that quite effectively,” Maddie groaned. “I hate having a tickle button.”
“Hey, I’ve got one, too, and you took full advantage of it earlier,” Jen lightheartedly complained. “Plus, you kept the Q-tip, so I think it’s only fair that I got that chance to tickle you a little.”
Maddie glared at Jen for a few seconds before Jen raised her eyebrows, causing Maddie to turn away as her mouth formed into a smile. “Oh, alright, but don’t let it happen again,” she conceded. “You know I can’t stand it.” Without a pause, she switched the subject away from her own ticklishness. “So, what’s this surprise from the people who sent you to get me?”
“Some of them are very rich, and so they have servants,” Jen alluded to Diana as the two approached the small ship. “They want us to practice our tickling on the way back, so they lent us a servant to tickle.”
“Nice,” Maddie was pleased with the surprise, and the two finally boarded the ship.
Upon going below deck, Jen introduced Maddie to the two Shippers, whom she confusedly called ‘navigators’ to hide their Tickle Cartel identity. The two Shippers just smiled at the mistake and explained their roles to Maddie. While the ship left port, Jen took her best friend to her room and showed her the clothes that Rebecca had bought. “Crop tops and bikinis?” Maddie looked curiously at Jen. “Are you trying to say that I should be showing my bellybutton on this trip?”
“I just know that you like those types of clothes,” Jen deflected with a fact, pointing to the crop top already on her best friend’s upper body. “Plus, that’s pretty much what I have for tops, too.”
“Fine,” Maddie accepted the logic. “I do like them; they’re all pretty cute.” After inspecting her room and finding it more than suitable for the trip, Maddie turned to Jen, “Alright, Jen, I’m really excited to meet this ticklee for the trip.”
“Let’s go, then,” Jen was equally excited to execute the first stage of her plan to fully reel Maddie in, and she giddily guided her best friend to the tickle dungeon cell.
“Is this… a tickling dungeon?” Maddie looked around in disbelief when they reached the cell where Diana was waiting. It was not that much of a reach, especially because it was true. Around the cell, a few bondage devices gave out a general feel, which was specified by the multitude of tickling tools residing in cabinets.
“It’s a cell, yes,” Jen affirmed. “I hear that it’s somewhat similar to the ones we will be working in.
“Oh, hi, sorry I didn’t notice you,” Maddie finally found Diana, who was locked in stocks in the center of the room, after a minute of observing the room. As part of her plan, Jen had the two Shippers secure Diana in the stocks, and by the looks of it, they had tickled her, too. All ten of the servant’s toes were tied to the top of the stocks, keeping them completely vulnerable, and her hands were stretched above her head. Combined with straps on Diana’s ribs, hips, and legs, the bondage meant that every spot on Diana’s bikini-clad body was available for Jen and Maddie to tickle torture as they saw fit. “My name is Maddie. I’m Jen’s friend that she was sent to get. Your name is?”
“Hello, Miss Maddie; my name is Diana,” the servant submissively introduced herself.
“Well, Diana, you seem to be quite stuck there,” Maddie teased with a wry smile. “Jen tells me that we’re allowed to practice our tickling skills on you for the trip. Is that correct?”
“Yes, Miss Maddie,” Diana affirmed.
“Diana, please drop the Miss; I’m just Maddie,” Maddie declared. “Jen, can we start tickling her? I want to see just how ticklish these armpits are.”
“I was just about to ask you the same thing,” Jen kneeled down by Diana’s feet.
“AHAHAHAHAHA OHOHOHOHO NOHOHOHOHO!” the ticklish servant began begging immediately as her two ticklers wiggled their fingers in her toes and armpits. “PLEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAP!”
“Super ticklish, so great,” Maddie’s attitude turned sadistic as she got into tickle torturing Diana. “Well, your armpits or your toes are super ticklish. Based on how you’re bound, I suspect it’s the toes. I’ll have to get those real good later, but for now, I think I’ll find out just how ticklish this upper body of yours is.”
The two continued to tickle torture Diana for several minutes before Jen decided to execute the next part of her plan. Wanting to keep the servant in hysterics to keep Maddie from hearing anything else, Jen taped two toothbrushes in between the ticklish toes, and the servant screeched in terror.
‘It’s now or never,’ Jen thought as she rushed her best friend. Her fingers wrapped around Maddie’s middle and two of them suddenly wiggled in the unprotected navel.
“NOHOHOHOHOHO! JEHEHEHEHEHEHEN!” Maddie howled as her only real ticklish spot was targeted.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle torture my Maddie!” Jen teased right in Maddie’s ear as she dragged her best friend over to a waiting rack. She continued to tickle the bare bellybutton, fighting through the wild attempts to dislodge her fingers, until she was ready to hoist Maddie up. After Jen forced her best friend onto the rack, she leaped onto the shorts-covered hips and managed to stay on, despite Maddie bucking crazily. Jen gripped her best friend’s arms and pushed them away from the tickle button, then proceeded to blow several raspberries on the tickle spot. As Maddie screamed in protest of the navel tickles, her fighting arms steadily weakened, and when they were weak enough, Jen forced them into two predetermined spots. The tickler swung her foot around and hit a button on the side of the rack, causing two restraints to go over Maddie’s wrists with the intention of clamping them down to the table. For safety reasons, the restraints were designed to be loose at first and steadily clamp down, so the ticklee was nowhere near trapped when they first came out. Jen tapped the button a few more times, causing the restraints to tighten over the wrists, and stopped right when she was convinced that her best friend would not be able to escape. The tickler finally released her grip on Maddie’s lower arms and once again used her fingers to tickle the bare bellybutton, and the ticklee returned to laughing. With lightning speed, Jen stopped tickling and manually restrained her best friend’s ankles in a different set of chains at the bottom of the rack. She wiggled a single finger in the tickle button to test the strength of the bondage, which proved to be capable of holding its captive. Once Maddie was fully secured, Jen sat down, and both tickler and ticklee breathed heavily as they recovered from the intense struggle that Jen had won.
After several deep breaths, Jen went over to release Diana, first removing the toe-tickling toothbrushes and then undoing the multitude of restraints that the two Shippers had used on the servant. Diana thanked Jen as she got up and came over to Maddie, standing over the bound woman’s midsection. When Jen stood next to the servant, part three of Jen’s plan kicked into gear.
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Chapter 18: Recruiting Maddie, Part 4
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