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Here is part 2 of Chapter 19 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 19: Testing Maddie, Part 1
Maddie and Jen nervously stared at Tickle Mistress Wendy and her friend Lori as fingers lowered towards their immobile, ticklish bodies.
“How about we start here?” Lori took Jen’s attention away from her best friend. “How ticklish is this spot on you?”
“AHAHAHAHAHA!” Jen was somewhat shocked when Lori’s fingers dove straight for her stomach. “AHAHAHAHA LOHOHOHOT!”
“Wow, gold right off the bat,” the tickler commented, also surprised. “I’m not sure that’s ever happened to me. Although, I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised. Wendy did say these were tummy tickling tables, and since she knows you, I guess this table fits you quite well. What do you think, Jen? Is my assessment correct?”
“YEHEHEHEP THAHAHAHAT SOHOHOHOUNDS RIHIHIHIGHT!” Jen confirmed. “SHEHEHEHEHE GOHOHOHOT MEHEHEHE HEHEHEHERE EHEHEARLIHIHIEHER!”
“Ah, I see,” Lori declared as her nails continued to tickle Jen’s torso. “Let’s see how ticklish the rest of you is.” While Lori was having significant success on Jen’s stomach, Wendy was having trouble finding sensitive spots on Maddie.
“Maddie, you’re not seeming to react at all,” Wendy analyzed her ticklee as her fingernails tickled Maddie’s neck. “No tension, no looking away from me, no distraction, and no laughter.”
“I’m not ticklish there,” Maddie calmly stated, barely able to be heard over Jen’s laughter. “I’ve only really got one weakness as far as tickling goes, but you can keep tickling me on my neck for as long as you want.”
“Okay, I’ll move on,” Wendy decided to decline her ticklee’s offer. “How ticklish are you… here?”
As Maddie failed to laugh from rib tickling, Jen’s laughter went down in volume due to a change in spots. “Hehehehe thahahat tihihicklehehes ahahaha lihihihilittle,” Jen commented as her armpits were tickled.
“Well, I guess that spot isn’t nearly as ticklish as this one,” Lori threw Jen into another fit of laughter with a return to her bare belly.
“AHAHAHAHA THAHAHATS TRUHUHUHUE!” Jen confirmed as her laughter peaked again.
“This is really a convenient most ticklish spot for a ticklee to have,” Lori announced. “I mean, no matter where I am, it’s almost always in range. I can just reach up or down to get to your belly, and your laughter goes from zero to one hundred almost immediately.”
“YEHEHEHES IHIHIHIT DOHOHOHOES!” Jen agreed, not minding the fingernail tickling at all.
“I’ll be sure to use that fact to get you laughing good and hard,” Lori proclaimed. “But for now, let’s explore some other spots.”
“AHAHAHA THAHAHAHATS PREHEHEHETTY GOHOHOHOOD, TOHOHOHOO!” Jen’s laughter dropped in volume, but not so far as to transition into giggles, as her hips endured some squeezing. “IHIHIHIT TIHIHICKLEHEHES!”
“Seems like it’s more than just your tummy that’s a big tickle spot, even if your reactions aren’t quite as loud here,” Lori observed. “But, like I said, I can always do this…” More midriff tickling brought back the loud laughter. “There we go, back to your real tickle spot.”
“Not your ribs, either, eh?” Wendy was disappointed with the lack of reaction from Maddie.
“Nope, not there,” Maddie smiled happily. She had been very worried when the Tickle Mistress had her tied to this tickling table, especially with her midsection pushed up. However, so long as Wendy did not find out how ticklish her bellybutton was, this could actually be considered entertainment. Maddie had noticed that Jen’s abdomen had been outed as her most ticklish spot right away, and since Jen liked to be tickled, this truly was entertainment for both of them so far. Now, if the Tickle Mistress could just give up before she found Maddie’s navel, everyone could relax and have a good time…
“How about your feet?” Wendy dismounted from her straddling position and headed to the bottom of the table.
Maddie allowed half a minute of foot tickling before she affirmed what her tickler had already found out, “I’m not ticklish there, either!”
“Wow, you’re really a tough cookie to crack,” the Tickle Mistress stated as she squeezed Maddie’s legs en route to resuming her straddling stance. “Not ticklish there, either. I guess I’ll just have to explore your entire body if I want to find a tickle spot. Are you at least having fun so far, Maddie?”
“Actually, yes, I am,” Maddie dictated. “It feels like a massage so far, and you’re really good at giving them.”
“Thanks, Maddie; I’ll have to keep that in mind for when I don’t want to tickle you,” Wendy seemed to accept the compliment. “But right now, I do want to find that tickle spot that you claim to have.”
After getting most of her body tested, Jen’s laughter was back at its peak level when a loud shriek filled the room. “NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!” Maddie screamed as loud as she could, and everyone turned their attention to her. Lori stopped tickling Jen’s torso, leading the happy ticklee’s laughter to suddenly cease, as both women turned to see the other ticklee struggling hard against her straps. “STAHAHAHAHAP!”
“I see why you call this a ticklish weakness,” Tickle Mistress Wendy broadcasted as she wiggled a finger in Maddie’s navel for a few more seconds before retracting it. She swiveled around to see everyone looking at her and Maddie before asking, “What? She’s got a ticklish bellybutton.”
Mouth gaping, Lori looked at Jen, who moved her shoulders about half an inch in a shrugging motion before stating, “It’s true. She’s ticklish there. Nowhere else, but she’s really ticklish there.” With the statement of facts out of the way, Jen turned to her mentor, “Tickle Mistress Wendy, please go easy on Maddie. She really can’t stand TIHIHIHIAHAHAHAHA!”
“We’ll see how I feel,” Wendy addressed Jen, whose abdomen had now come under another tickling attack. “Right now, Maddie,” she looked her fearful ticklee in the eyes, “it’s tickle button time.”
The next set of screams from Maddie did not cause the stoppage of all activity in the room, since everyone was ready for it to happen, but it did get protests from Jen, “HEHEHEY STAHAHAHAP TOHOHORTUHUHURIHIHING HEHEHEHER! STAHAHAHAP DOHOHOIHIHING THAHAHAHAT!”
“I’ll give her a break when she needs one,” Wendy loudly reassured Jen, not that it did much for her ticklee’s best friend.
“You know what? I think I’m going to focus on this tummy of yours for a while,” Lori decided. “You seemed to have a ticklish bellybutton yourself, too. When I tickled it, your laughter got slightly louder, which I was surprised at. Let’s see how you deal with tools.”
“AHAHAHAHA TOHOHOHOOTHBRUHUHUSH! SOHOHOHOHO FUHUHUHUN!” Finally aware that there was nothing more she could do to help Maddie, Jen let herself enjoy the tickling. Lori began the tickle tool tests with an electric toothbrush in her bellybutton. “THIHIHIHIS TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES, AHAHAHAND IHIHIHI LOHOHOHOVE IHIHIHIT!”
“Does she always talk so much when she’s being tickled?” Lori wondered.
“Oh, yeah, all the time,” Wendy responded. “She loves it. I’ve never gotten her to say that anything tortures her.”
“Why don’t you…” Lori started to ask something.
“No!” Wendy cut her friend off. “That’d just be mean. I happen to like Jen, and I’m not going to do that to her.” Unbeknownst to Jen or Maddie, neither of whom could hear the conversation anyway, Wendy followed this up by mouthing, ‘Yet’, to Lori.
“Alright, I was just asking,” Lori verbally shrugged off the Tickle Mistress’ response, just in case either of the ticklees were listening, before returning to her tool test.
As Lori found tools that Jen loved being tickled with, Wendy found that Maddie hated having those same tools used in her bellybutton. The only thing that the two ticklees agreed on was hairbrushes that you would usually find tickling someone’s feet, both complaining of pain from the scratchy bristles. Wanting to tickle, not hurt, their ticklees, both Lori and Wendy handed these tools to servants so they would be out of the picture. Interestingly enough, the Tickle Mistress had not opted to add Q-tips, makeup brushes, or soft-bristled hairbrushes to the tickle tool pile, not considering them when picking out tools. After testing out all the tickling weapons at their disposal, both ticklers picked out their favorite tools and went all out on their ticklees. Jen happily felt feather dusters dance over her bare belly, while Maddie howled for mercy as toothbrushes tormented inside and circled outside her tickle button.
Over an hour later, both ticklers took a break and removed their tools from their ticklees. It was far from the first time they had stopped; well, it was far from the first time Wendy had stopped. Every time a ticklee went into silent laughter, the tickler ceased their tickling and gave the ticklee time to catch their breath and then some before the tickling restarted. This was Maddie’s fifteenth break, and the Tickle Mistress decided to increase the time; her ticklee was enduring less and less tickling before falling silent. By contrast, despite happily and consistently commenting on Lori’s tickling methods, this was only the second time Jen had run out of the breath to speak. Wendy directed her servants to come over to Maddie, and they untied the ticklee, sitting her up and giving her water. For a few of the breaks, the weaker ticklee had been allowed to get up and stretch out, always under the supervision of servants, both for her safety and for ease of tying her back up. This was another such break, and Maddie was so worn out that the servants had to literally hold her upright. Seeing this, Wendy motioned for Lori to come with her to another room.
“Maddie,” Jen called to her best friend.
“Yes, Jen?” Maddie could barely utter the words. Layla quickly helped her drink some hot tea that Wendy had ordered prepared after Maddie’s voice began to get hoarse from the tickling.
“I’m really sorry about all this tickling,” Jen apologized for something she had no control over. “I had no idea that Tickle Mistress Wendy was going to do this to you. I was pretty sure that I would be getting tickled, but not you.”
“I know you didn’t have anything to do with it,” Maddie replied, having regained a little bit of her voice from the tea. She absentmindedly rubbed her bellybutton, which had become a target of soft feathers after it had gotten red from rougher toothbrush tickles. “Is Tickle Mistress Wendy usually like this?”
“I mean, she tickled me quite a bit, but I thought it was because I made it clear that I liked it,” Jen answered, and Maddie nodded in understanding.
“Hey, you two,” Wendy announced as she and Lori returned for the next round of tickle torture.
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Chapter 19: Testing Maddie, Part 3
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Chapter 19: Testing Maddie, Part 1
Maddie and Jen nervously stared at Tickle Mistress Wendy and her friend Lori as fingers lowered towards their immobile, ticklish bodies.
“How about we start here?” Lori took Jen’s attention away from her best friend. “How ticklish is this spot on you?”
“AHAHAHAHAHA!” Jen was somewhat shocked when Lori’s fingers dove straight for her stomach. “AHAHAHAHA LOHOHOHOT!”
“Wow, gold right off the bat,” the tickler commented, also surprised. “I’m not sure that’s ever happened to me. Although, I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised. Wendy did say these were tummy tickling tables, and since she knows you, I guess this table fits you quite well. What do you think, Jen? Is my assessment correct?”
“YEHEHEHEP THAHAHAHAT SOHOHOHOUNDS RIHIHIHIGHT!” Jen confirmed. “SHEHEHEHEHE GOHOHOHOT MEHEHEHE HEHEHEHERE EHEHEARLIHIHIEHER!”
“Ah, I see,” Lori declared as her nails continued to tickle Jen’s torso. “Let’s see how ticklish the rest of you is.” While Lori was having significant success on Jen’s stomach, Wendy was having trouble finding sensitive spots on Maddie.
“Maddie, you’re not seeming to react at all,” Wendy analyzed her ticklee as her fingernails tickled Maddie’s neck. “No tension, no looking away from me, no distraction, and no laughter.”
“I’m not ticklish there,” Maddie calmly stated, barely able to be heard over Jen’s laughter. “I’ve only really got one weakness as far as tickling goes, but you can keep tickling me on my neck for as long as you want.”
“Okay, I’ll move on,” Wendy decided to decline her ticklee’s offer. “How ticklish are you… here?”
As Maddie failed to laugh from rib tickling, Jen’s laughter went down in volume due to a change in spots. “Hehehehe thahahat tihihicklehehes ahahaha lihihihilittle,” Jen commented as her armpits were tickled.
“Well, I guess that spot isn’t nearly as ticklish as this one,” Lori threw Jen into another fit of laughter with a return to her bare belly.
“AHAHAHAHA THAHAHATS TRUHUHUHUE!” Jen confirmed as her laughter peaked again.
“This is really a convenient most ticklish spot for a ticklee to have,” Lori announced. “I mean, no matter where I am, it’s almost always in range. I can just reach up or down to get to your belly, and your laughter goes from zero to one hundred almost immediately.”
“YEHEHEHES IHIHIHIT DOHOHOHOES!” Jen agreed, not minding the fingernail tickling at all.
“I’ll be sure to use that fact to get you laughing good and hard,” Lori proclaimed. “But for now, let’s explore some other spots.”
“AHAHAHA THAHAHAHATS PREHEHEHETTY GOHOHOHOOD, TOHOHOHOO!” Jen’s laughter dropped in volume, but not so far as to transition into giggles, as her hips endured some squeezing. “IHIHIHIT TIHIHICKLEHEHES!”
“Seems like it’s more than just your tummy that’s a big tickle spot, even if your reactions aren’t quite as loud here,” Lori observed. “But, like I said, I can always do this…” More midriff tickling brought back the loud laughter. “There we go, back to your real tickle spot.”
“Not your ribs, either, eh?” Wendy was disappointed with the lack of reaction from Maddie.
“Nope, not there,” Maddie smiled happily. She had been very worried when the Tickle Mistress had her tied to this tickling table, especially with her midsection pushed up. However, so long as Wendy did not find out how ticklish her bellybutton was, this could actually be considered entertainment. Maddie had noticed that Jen’s abdomen had been outed as her most ticklish spot right away, and since Jen liked to be tickled, this truly was entertainment for both of them so far. Now, if the Tickle Mistress could just give up before she found Maddie’s navel, everyone could relax and have a good time…
“How about your feet?” Wendy dismounted from her straddling position and headed to the bottom of the table.
Maddie allowed half a minute of foot tickling before she affirmed what her tickler had already found out, “I’m not ticklish there, either!”
“Wow, you’re really a tough cookie to crack,” the Tickle Mistress stated as she squeezed Maddie’s legs en route to resuming her straddling stance. “Not ticklish there, either. I guess I’ll just have to explore your entire body if I want to find a tickle spot. Are you at least having fun so far, Maddie?”
“Actually, yes, I am,” Maddie dictated. “It feels like a massage so far, and you’re really good at giving them.”
“Thanks, Maddie; I’ll have to keep that in mind for when I don’t want to tickle you,” Wendy seemed to accept the compliment. “But right now, I do want to find that tickle spot that you claim to have.”
After getting most of her body tested, Jen’s laughter was back at its peak level when a loud shriek filled the room. “NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!” Maddie screamed as loud as she could, and everyone turned their attention to her. Lori stopped tickling Jen’s torso, leading the happy ticklee’s laughter to suddenly cease, as both women turned to see the other ticklee struggling hard against her straps. “STAHAHAHAHAP!”
“I see why you call this a ticklish weakness,” Tickle Mistress Wendy broadcasted as she wiggled a finger in Maddie’s navel for a few more seconds before retracting it. She swiveled around to see everyone looking at her and Maddie before asking, “What? She’s got a ticklish bellybutton.”
Mouth gaping, Lori looked at Jen, who moved her shoulders about half an inch in a shrugging motion before stating, “It’s true. She’s ticklish there. Nowhere else, but she’s really ticklish there.” With the statement of facts out of the way, Jen turned to her mentor, “Tickle Mistress Wendy, please go easy on Maddie. She really can’t stand TIHIHIHIAHAHAHAHA!”
“We’ll see how I feel,” Wendy addressed Jen, whose abdomen had now come under another tickling attack. “Right now, Maddie,” she looked her fearful ticklee in the eyes, “it’s tickle button time.”
The next set of screams from Maddie did not cause the stoppage of all activity in the room, since everyone was ready for it to happen, but it did get protests from Jen, “HEHEHEY STAHAHAHAP TOHOHORTUHUHURIHIHING HEHEHEHER! STAHAHAHAP DOHOHOIHIHING THAHAHAHAT!”
“I’ll give her a break when she needs one,” Wendy loudly reassured Jen, not that it did much for her ticklee’s best friend.
“You know what? I think I’m going to focus on this tummy of yours for a while,” Lori decided. “You seemed to have a ticklish bellybutton yourself, too. When I tickled it, your laughter got slightly louder, which I was surprised at. Let’s see how you deal with tools.”
“AHAHAHAHA TOHOHOHOOTHBRUHUHUSH! SOHOHOHOHO FUHUHUHUN!” Finally aware that there was nothing more she could do to help Maddie, Jen let herself enjoy the tickling. Lori began the tickle tool tests with an electric toothbrush in her bellybutton. “THIHIHIHIS TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES, AHAHAHAND IHIHIHI LOHOHOHOVE IHIHIHIT!”
“Does she always talk so much when she’s being tickled?” Lori wondered.
“Oh, yeah, all the time,” Wendy responded. “She loves it. I’ve never gotten her to say that anything tortures her.”
“Why don’t you…” Lori started to ask something.
“No!” Wendy cut her friend off. “That’d just be mean. I happen to like Jen, and I’m not going to do that to her.” Unbeknownst to Jen or Maddie, neither of whom could hear the conversation anyway, Wendy followed this up by mouthing, ‘Yet’, to Lori.
“Alright, I was just asking,” Lori verbally shrugged off the Tickle Mistress’ response, just in case either of the ticklees were listening, before returning to her tool test.
As Lori found tools that Jen loved being tickled with, Wendy found that Maddie hated having those same tools used in her bellybutton. The only thing that the two ticklees agreed on was hairbrushes that you would usually find tickling someone’s feet, both complaining of pain from the scratchy bristles. Wanting to tickle, not hurt, their ticklees, both Lori and Wendy handed these tools to servants so they would be out of the picture. Interestingly enough, the Tickle Mistress had not opted to add Q-tips, makeup brushes, or soft-bristled hairbrushes to the tickle tool pile, not considering them when picking out tools. After testing out all the tickling weapons at their disposal, both ticklers picked out their favorite tools and went all out on their ticklees. Jen happily felt feather dusters dance over her bare belly, while Maddie howled for mercy as toothbrushes tormented inside and circled outside her tickle button.
Over an hour later, both ticklers took a break and removed their tools from their ticklees. It was far from the first time they had stopped; well, it was far from the first time Wendy had stopped. Every time a ticklee went into silent laughter, the tickler ceased their tickling and gave the ticklee time to catch their breath and then some before the tickling restarted. This was Maddie’s fifteenth break, and the Tickle Mistress decided to increase the time; her ticklee was enduring less and less tickling before falling silent. By contrast, despite happily and consistently commenting on Lori’s tickling methods, this was only the second time Jen had run out of the breath to speak. Wendy directed her servants to come over to Maddie, and they untied the ticklee, sitting her up and giving her water. For a few of the breaks, the weaker ticklee had been allowed to get up and stretch out, always under the supervision of servants, both for her safety and for ease of tying her back up. This was another such break, and Maddie was so worn out that the servants had to literally hold her upright. Seeing this, Wendy motioned for Lori to come with her to another room.
“Maddie,” Jen called to her best friend.
“Yes, Jen?” Maddie could barely utter the words. Layla quickly helped her drink some hot tea that Wendy had ordered prepared after Maddie’s voice began to get hoarse from the tickling.
“I’m really sorry about all this tickling,” Jen apologized for something she had no control over. “I had no idea that Tickle Mistress Wendy was going to do this to you. I was pretty sure that I would be getting tickled, but not you.”
“I know you didn’t have anything to do with it,” Maddie replied, having regained a little bit of her voice from the tea. She absentmindedly rubbed her bellybutton, which had become a target of soft feathers after it had gotten red from rougher toothbrush tickles. “Is Tickle Mistress Wendy usually like this?”
“I mean, she tickled me quite a bit, but I thought it was because I made it clear that I liked it,” Jen answered, and Maddie nodded in understanding.
“Hey, you two,” Wendy announced as she and Lori returned for the next round of tickle torture.
Next Chapter
Chapter 19: Testing Maddie, Part 3
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