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Here is part 6 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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“Jen, time to go down to the dungeon,” Kara guided her fearful prisoner into the elevator. “Unfortunately, I can’t take you down the slow way this time; Dungeon Mistress Yvette wants you bound for her ASAP.”
‘I can’t believe this is happening,’ Jen was not listening to Kara, instead focusing on her current predicament. ‘Queen Mistress Heather sentenced me to be tickled by Dungeon Mistress Yvette again? Why? Did I really not punish Maddie enough on the trip? Wait, Maddie didn’t punish me that bad either, aside from the first time I lost. Does that mean she’s going to have to come down here, too? No, I don’t think Queen Mistress Heather would be that cruel. But, then again, she did sentence me down here. I know she said that she expected plenty of tickling on the trip, but I thought we did that. I just don’t know what I did wrong.’
“Jen, let’s get you changed into a bikini,” Kara interrupted Jen’s thoughts as she pushed the prisoner out of the elevator. The Dungeon Tickler forced her captive into the changing room and retrieved an orange bikini. “Put this on, Jen, and hurry, or I’ll come in and do it for you.” After Jen’s wrists were uncuffed, she reluctantly changed into the prison clothing and returned to Kara, who slapped the cuffs back on. “Time to go see the Dungeon Mistress.”
‘No, I can’t do this; I can’t go see the Dungeon Mistress again,’ Jen froze in fear of what was about to happen, and while she did not dig in her heels, she was terrified enough that Kara had to push her along. ‘I can’t take any tickling from her. It’s just going to be too torturous.’
“Jen, walk!” Kara finally ordered after getting her prisoner out of the changing room. When Jen did not react at all, the Dungeon Tickler moved in front of her captive, and she quickly realized that Jen was indeed frozen in fear and probably did not hear her. She fixed that with a quick squeeze of the ticklee’s sides, and after Jen yelped, Kara reiterated the command, “Walk, Jen! I can’t keep pushing you.”
‘Oh, fine,’ Jen returned to the feeling of resignation about her upcoming torment, and she walked under Kara’s direction to one of the cells.
“Welcome, Jen,” Dungeon Mistress Yvette’s evil voice greeted Jen as she and Kara entered the cell. The Dungeon Mistress was sitting comfortably on a rack, and her eyes gleamed with excitement at seeing Jen. “How about we get you on the rack so we can get started with your punishment?”
‘Uh…’ was all Jen thought before her mind and body froze again.
“Kara, I think we’re going to need to lift her onto the rack,” the Dungeon Mistress relished seeing Jen frozen in fear, and she directed her subordinate to help put the prisoner in place. “You get her arms; I’ll get her legs.” Kara removed the handcuffs from Jen’s wrists as her boss walked over. Together, the two Royal Tickle Dungeon employees carefully moved Jen from her standing position to a nearly identical lying down position on the rack.
‘Oh, no!’ Jen finally broke out of her fear-induced trance shortly after she was set down on the rack. Looking up, she saw her upcoming torturer, who was straddling her and sadistically staring into her eyes. ‘This is terrible! I won’t be able to take this!’
“Welcome back, Jen,” Dungeon Mistress Yvette smoothly stated as she reached up, pushing Jen’s arms over her head and holding them there. Now that the prisoner could not escape, Kara grabbed comfortable cuffs, which soon went over Jen’s wrists. After heading down and similarly restraining the bare ankles of the bikini-clad woman, the Dungeon Tickler moved to the side of the rack. “Stretch her out, Kara,” came the order from the imposing Dungeon Mistress, who was still staring into her prisoner’s eyes. Jen heard a wheel groan and crank as her body started stretching out, and it continued until she winced from pain, at which point the tickler quickly raised a hand for her employee to stop. An exploratory stroke down the prisoner’s stomach got a squeal from the now immobile ticklee, and then the wheel turned one click in the opposite direction to prevent Jen from enduring constant pain during the tickling. “Kara, you may sit down for now; I’ll let you know when you’re needed again.”
“Yes, Dungeon Mistress,” Kara responded, going outside of Jen’s view.
“Jen, how about we get started?” The voice of the torturer was soft, yet it carried a devious tone that told Jen she was in trouble. “The Queen Mistress gave me a full hour to punish you, and I will take every… single… second… of that to tickle torture your tummy. You should know that I have no clue what you are in for; all I know is that you have earned yourself a punishment from me. And I intend to execute that punishment on this stretched-out, sensitive, smooth stomach of yours. Before we start, I’d just like you to imagine what you’ll be doing in a few minutes when my nails are running over your ticklish, vulnerable, bare belly. Go ahead.”
‘Oh, no, I don’t want to…’ Jen tried to avoid doing what the Dungeon Mistress stated, but flashbacks soon filled her mind as she stared off into space. She was back under the Dungeon Mistress’ fingers, bound with the same wall chains from her last visit, and laughing helplessly. That was pure torture for her, and her eyes filled with dread at the thought of it happening again. Of course, she knew that it was going to happen again, and soon. The images and thoughts of what would happen with her stomach so stretched out soon took over her mind, and her entire face was soon filled with fear.
Seeing Jen look so helpless and terrified of her before any tickling happened satisfied the Dungeon Mistress’ sadistic nature. She allowed Jen to anxiously reflect on her previous torturous experience for a little bit before deciding to start the current torment. With Jen still in fearful flashback mode, Yvette lowered ten wiggling fingers to the torso. “Tickle, tickle, tickle, Jen!”
“NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!” Jen begged immediately as her abdomen came under attack and she was torn from her thoughts. “STAHAHAHAHAP!”
“You want me to stop? But we’ve just started,” the cruel torturer teased. “I’ve still got an hour left, and that hour will be filled with tummy tickle torture. You will not get a shred of mercy from me.”
“NOHOHOHO GEHEHEHET OHOHOHOFF!” Jen’s past experience of being tickle tortured by Dungeon Mistress Yvette was playing right into the dominatrix’s plan. It allowed her fear to get the best of her, and suddenly, any and all tickling from the tormentor was tickle torture.
“This is punishment, Jen,” the Dungeon Mistress sadistically reminded her helpless ticklee. “I get to tickle torture your tummy with whatever I want, and all you can do is laugh hysterically and beg. By the way, keep your begging up; I just love to hear it. Especially since I know that you can’t do anything to stop me from tickle torturing your tummy.”
“NONONONONO!” Jen let out a series of the ineffective pleas as her midriff was tickle tortured. The Dungeon Mistress had not even touched her tickle button yet, neither had she mentioned Q-tips, but the tickling was overwhelming the normally strong ticklee.
‘I can’t do this! It’s too much!’ Desperate thoughts filled Jen’s mind. ‘Stop tickling me! Stop teasing me! No more!’
“Is this too much for you?” There was no care in the tormentor’s voice as she lightly tickled all over Jen’s midsection. “Is the little ticklee too ticklish for her punishment? Too bad for you. You can’t move, and you can’t get away, prisoner. In fact, you can’t move even an inch away from my tickling nails. They will tickle you, and they will torture you until I decide to stop.”
“NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE!” Jen continued to beg helplessly for mercy. “IHIHIHI CAHAHAHANT!”
“I know you can’t,” Dungeon Mistress Yvette sadistically responded. “That’s what makes it so fun. You can’t take it, but you have to. You can beg, plead, cry for mercy for all I care. Nothing will get you out of this until I decide it’s over. You are completely at my mercy, and with me as your tickler, there is no mercy for ticklish tummies. So, Jen, all you can do is laugh.”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jen obeyed the command, which happened to be accompanied by fingers finally hitting her tickle button. Despite her normal enjoyment of tickling, the ticklee felt completely helpless under these lightly tickling fingers. Usually, Jen would be happily commenting on how much she loved this type of tickling, but her tickler’s sadism and skill took her to new torturous lows. None of this was enjoyable for the prisoner, and she sank into the depths of tickle torture as the Dungeon Mistress continued to torment her with viciously light tickling and evil teases.
After a while of being tickle tortured by her sadistic tormentor, Jen finally realized that the fingers had left her helpless middle. She was currently untied and upright, with an arm wrapped around each of Kara and Dungeon Mistress Yvette. “Kara, let’s move her to the next room,” the commanding voice of the Dungeon Mistress proclaimed right before Jen felt herself get pulled along. Still rather weak from the earlier tickle torture, Jen did not say anything or resist as her feet were dragged over the foam floor to another torture room in the Royal Tickle Dungeon.
When they finally reached the new cell, Jen was taken to one of the walls, and Kara quickly cuffed her hands with chains hanging from the ceiling. ‘Oh, no, not this again,’ Jen recalled the first time the Dungeon Mistress had tickle tortured her, in a spot just like this. ‘Not more wall chains. I just barely got through that other tickling; there’s no way I’ll be able to get through this.’
Hoping that she was reminding Jen of the first tickling she had received in the Royal Tickle Dungeon, Dungeon Mistress Yvette ordered Kara to raise the ceiling chains. The Dungeon Tickler did that, and the chains creaked upwards until the prisoner was taut and on her tippy toes. As the Dungeon Mistress commanded, the chains came down an inch, and then Jen was surprised to realize that they were coming back up. This time, a small section of the floor underneath the ticklee’s toes was also rising at the same rate as the chains, keeping the edges of her feet on solid ground. The chains and floor continued to rise until the ticklee was eye to eye with the Dungeon Mistress, at which point the tickler in control of the situation ordered Kara to stop and sit down again. “Jen, welcome to the next stage of your tickle torture,” Dungeon Mistress Yvette declared, evil intent in her voice, as she cupped Jen’s chin to ensure the two stayed eye to eye. “I hope you remember the first time I tickled you, when you were all trussed up like this. I wanted to make sure that we had another opportunity to use these wall chains, since I enjoyed them so much last time. What do you think?”
Despite a decent break while she was being dragged to the second tickle torture room, Jen was still too exhausted to respond, and she just closed her eyes to avoid looking at her tormentor. This did not work, as her mind again filled with images of her last tickle torment at Yvette’s nails. She saw herself, helplessly hanging in wall chains, her entire body exposed, and her tickler tormenting her torso.
“I see,” Dungeon Mistress Yvette was gleeful at Jen’s lack of a response. “Open your eyes, Jen. The next part of your punishment is about to start.” Jen refused to open her eyes, worried that it would fill her mind with images of the tickle torture she had just gone through on the rack. “Suit yourself, prisoner. You won’t know when the tickling starts if your eyes aren’t open to see it.”
Jen still refused to open her eyes, and she did not open her mouth either until ten fingers began skittering on her ticklish torso. “NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!” Pleading exited the ticklee’s mouth the moment that the fingers began working on her abdomen, and her eyes flew open, only to see a sadistically smiling Dungeon Mistress in front of her.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle, you helpless ticklee,” the tormentor teasingly reminded Jen of her powerlessness to stop or slow the tickle torture. “You’re mine, Jen. All mine for the remainder of your hour of tickle punishment. And we still have plenty of that time left. Laugh some more for me, tickle toy.”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” When the tickling intensified just slightly, Jen’s laughter went pure, and it stayed that way even after the tickler lightened her touch. “AHAHAHA!”
“That’s right; you can’t do anything but laugh, prisoner,” the Dungeon Mistress declared with a dark tone. “You are just a prisoner now, and you will be a prisoner for as long as I see fit. Get used to laughing, Jen; it’s all you’re going to be doing for the foreseeable future. You can’t move your hands; you can’t move your feet; you can’t move this bare belly of yours. Nothing can get you away from my fingers. That is how it is, and that is how it will be until I decide to change it.”
When Dungeon Mistress Yvette told Jen that she could not move certain parts of her body, Jen tried to defy her, but the chains held her weak body in place, so she was essentially frozen in place laughing. The ticklee’s mind then began fading, and she accepted that her tickler was in complete control of the situation, surrendering to the point that she forgot that Queen Mistress Heather had only sentenced her for an hour. With no other options, Jen just howled with laughter, believing that it was the only thing she would be doing for a long time.
Dungeon Mistress Yvette was very pleased with her prisoner’s complete surrender, and she continued to lightly dance her nails on the taut, ticklish tummy in front of her. She kept her focus on Jen’s eyes, which were now staring off into space, and gleefully tickle tortured her ticklee until the time came to release her.
When the hour of tickle punishment was up, Yvette’s attitude towards Jen changed drastically. Always concerned for her prisoners’ physical well-being, the Dungeon Mistress wrapped her arms around the ticklish woman as her subordinate lowered her to the ground and released her from the chains. The tormentor assisted Kara in taking Jen to the changing room, at which point the prisoner had begun to regain her sense of sanity.
The next thing Jen knew, she was back in the changing room, and Kara was handing her the crop top and shorts that she had come in with. “Jen,” the Dungeon Tickler addressed the former prisoner, “put these back on.”
“Huh?” was all that came out of Jen’s mouth. She was still exhausted and in between sanity and tickle-torture induced insanity, and she did not recognize what was happening.
“Jen, your sentence is over,” Kara explained, quickly using the water fountain put inside the changing room for situations such as this to get Jen some water. “Here, drink some water.”
Jen slowly drank the cup of water as her sense of reality returned, and she finally turned to look at Kara holding her clothes. “Am… am I done?” she wondered.
“Yes, Jen, you’re done,” the Dungeon Tickler affirmed. “You served your sentence. Now, I need you to change back into your clothes so we can go upstairs.”
“Okay,” Jen accepted her crop top and shorts, and she went to change into them. The Dungeon Tickler took the prisoner bikini that Jen had been wearing, and then she helped the exhausted ticklee back into the lobby.
Immediately, Dungeon Mistress Yvette, who had lingered in the room, came straight at the two. Kara held Jen, who was still very much exhausted from the tickling, in place as the Dungeon Mistress placed both hands on Jen’s shoulders and whispered in her ear, “Jen, I had so much fun tickle torturing you today. Please do thank the Queen Mistress for sending you down here, and do have her send you down again. I’m sure we’ll have lots more laughs next time.” With that, the Dungeon Mistress released her terrified former ticklee, and she departed the room.
Kara quickly led a shell-shocked Jen to the elevator, and Cammy met them when they got to the top floor. Still worn out from the tickling, Jen was only half-aware of the servant taking one look at her and instructing the Dungeon Tickler, “Queen Mistress Heather said that Jen needs some rest before she calls Jen and Maddie back to the throne room for her decision on Maddie’s testing. Please follow me to the room she reserved for them.” Cammy led Kara, and Jen by extension, to an ornate bedroom in the palace. When they entered the room, Jen noticed that there were two empty beds, and Cammy quickly ordered that she be put on one. Kara gently laid Jen down on the bed closer to the exit, and then Cammy caringly covered her with a blanket. “Take a nap, Jen. We’ll come back to get you when we’re ready. Goodnight.” Completely exhausted from her tickle torment, the former prisoner fell asleep as soon as the servant and Dungeon Tickler were out of her sight.
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“Jen, time to go down to the dungeon,” Kara guided her fearful prisoner into the elevator. “Unfortunately, I can’t take you down the slow way this time; Dungeon Mistress Yvette wants you bound for her ASAP.”
‘I can’t believe this is happening,’ Jen was not listening to Kara, instead focusing on her current predicament. ‘Queen Mistress Heather sentenced me to be tickled by Dungeon Mistress Yvette again? Why? Did I really not punish Maddie enough on the trip? Wait, Maddie didn’t punish me that bad either, aside from the first time I lost. Does that mean she’s going to have to come down here, too? No, I don’t think Queen Mistress Heather would be that cruel. But, then again, she did sentence me down here. I know she said that she expected plenty of tickling on the trip, but I thought we did that. I just don’t know what I did wrong.’
“Jen, let’s get you changed into a bikini,” Kara interrupted Jen’s thoughts as she pushed the prisoner out of the elevator. The Dungeon Tickler forced her captive into the changing room and retrieved an orange bikini. “Put this on, Jen, and hurry, or I’ll come in and do it for you.” After Jen’s wrists were uncuffed, she reluctantly changed into the prison clothing and returned to Kara, who slapped the cuffs back on. “Time to go see the Dungeon Mistress.”
‘No, I can’t do this; I can’t go see the Dungeon Mistress again,’ Jen froze in fear of what was about to happen, and while she did not dig in her heels, she was terrified enough that Kara had to push her along. ‘I can’t take any tickling from her. It’s just going to be too torturous.’
“Jen, walk!” Kara finally ordered after getting her prisoner out of the changing room. When Jen did not react at all, the Dungeon Tickler moved in front of her captive, and she quickly realized that Jen was indeed frozen in fear and probably did not hear her. She fixed that with a quick squeeze of the ticklee’s sides, and after Jen yelped, Kara reiterated the command, “Walk, Jen! I can’t keep pushing you.”
‘Oh, fine,’ Jen returned to the feeling of resignation about her upcoming torment, and she walked under Kara’s direction to one of the cells.
“Welcome, Jen,” Dungeon Mistress Yvette’s evil voice greeted Jen as she and Kara entered the cell. The Dungeon Mistress was sitting comfortably on a rack, and her eyes gleamed with excitement at seeing Jen. “How about we get you on the rack so we can get started with your punishment?”
‘Uh…’ was all Jen thought before her mind and body froze again.
“Kara, I think we’re going to need to lift her onto the rack,” the Dungeon Mistress relished seeing Jen frozen in fear, and she directed her subordinate to help put the prisoner in place. “You get her arms; I’ll get her legs.” Kara removed the handcuffs from Jen’s wrists as her boss walked over. Together, the two Royal Tickle Dungeon employees carefully moved Jen from her standing position to a nearly identical lying down position on the rack.
‘Oh, no!’ Jen finally broke out of her fear-induced trance shortly after she was set down on the rack. Looking up, she saw her upcoming torturer, who was straddling her and sadistically staring into her eyes. ‘This is terrible! I won’t be able to take this!’
“Welcome back, Jen,” Dungeon Mistress Yvette smoothly stated as she reached up, pushing Jen’s arms over her head and holding them there. Now that the prisoner could not escape, Kara grabbed comfortable cuffs, which soon went over Jen’s wrists. After heading down and similarly restraining the bare ankles of the bikini-clad woman, the Dungeon Tickler moved to the side of the rack. “Stretch her out, Kara,” came the order from the imposing Dungeon Mistress, who was still staring into her prisoner’s eyes. Jen heard a wheel groan and crank as her body started stretching out, and it continued until she winced from pain, at which point the tickler quickly raised a hand for her employee to stop. An exploratory stroke down the prisoner’s stomach got a squeal from the now immobile ticklee, and then the wheel turned one click in the opposite direction to prevent Jen from enduring constant pain during the tickling. “Kara, you may sit down for now; I’ll let you know when you’re needed again.”
“Yes, Dungeon Mistress,” Kara responded, going outside of Jen’s view.
“Jen, how about we get started?” The voice of the torturer was soft, yet it carried a devious tone that told Jen she was in trouble. “The Queen Mistress gave me a full hour to punish you, and I will take every… single… second… of that to tickle torture your tummy. You should know that I have no clue what you are in for; all I know is that you have earned yourself a punishment from me. And I intend to execute that punishment on this stretched-out, sensitive, smooth stomach of yours. Before we start, I’d just like you to imagine what you’ll be doing in a few minutes when my nails are running over your ticklish, vulnerable, bare belly. Go ahead.”
‘Oh, no, I don’t want to…’ Jen tried to avoid doing what the Dungeon Mistress stated, but flashbacks soon filled her mind as she stared off into space. She was back under the Dungeon Mistress’ fingers, bound with the same wall chains from her last visit, and laughing helplessly. That was pure torture for her, and her eyes filled with dread at the thought of it happening again. Of course, she knew that it was going to happen again, and soon. The images and thoughts of what would happen with her stomach so stretched out soon took over her mind, and her entire face was soon filled with fear.
Seeing Jen look so helpless and terrified of her before any tickling happened satisfied the Dungeon Mistress’ sadistic nature. She allowed Jen to anxiously reflect on her previous torturous experience for a little bit before deciding to start the current torment. With Jen still in fearful flashback mode, Yvette lowered ten wiggling fingers to the torso. “Tickle, tickle, tickle, Jen!”
“NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!” Jen begged immediately as her abdomen came under attack and she was torn from her thoughts. “STAHAHAHAHAP!”
“You want me to stop? But we’ve just started,” the cruel torturer teased. “I’ve still got an hour left, and that hour will be filled with tummy tickle torture. You will not get a shred of mercy from me.”
“NOHOHOHO GEHEHEHET OHOHOHOFF!” Jen’s past experience of being tickle tortured by Dungeon Mistress Yvette was playing right into the dominatrix’s plan. It allowed her fear to get the best of her, and suddenly, any and all tickling from the tormentor was tickle torture.
“This is punishment, Jen,” the Dungeon Mistress sadistically reminded her helpless ticklee. “I get to tickle torture your tummy with whatever I want, and all you can do is laugh hysterically and beg. By the way, keep your begging up; I just love to hear it. Especially since I know that you can’t do anything to stop me from tickle torturing your tummy.”
“NONONONONO!” Jen let out a series of the ineffective pleas as her midriff was tickle tortured. The Dungeon Mistress had not even touched her tickle button yet, neither had she mentioned Q-tips, but the tickling was overwhelming the normally strong ticklee.
‘I can’t do this! It’s too much!’ Desperate thoughts filled Jen’s mind. ‘Stop tickling me! Stop teasing me! No more!’
“Is this too much for you?” There was no care in the tormentor’s voice as she lightly tickled all over Jen’s midsection. “Is the little ticklee too ticklish for her punishment? Too bad for you. You can’t move, and you can’t get away, prisoner. In fact, you can’t move even an inch away from my tickling nails. They will tickle you, and they will torture you until I decide to stop.”
“NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE!” Jen continued to beg helplessly for mercy. “IHIHIHI CAHAHAHANT!”
“I know you can’t,” Dungeon Mistress Yvette sadistically responded. “That’s what makes it so fun. You can’t take it, but you have to. You can beg, plead, cry for mercy for all I care. Nothing will get you out of this until I decide it’s over. You are completely at my mercy, and with me as your tickler, there is no mercy for ticklish tummies. So, Jen, all you can do is laugh.”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jen obeyed the command, which happened to be accompanied by fingers finally hitting her tickle button. Despite her normal enjoyment of tickling, the ticklee felt completely helpless under these lightly tickling fingers. Usually, Jen would be happily commenting on how much she loved this type of tickling, but her tickler’s sadism and skill took her to new torturous lows. None of this was enjoyable for the prisoner, and she sank into the depths of tickle torture as the Dungeon Mistress continued to torment her with viciously light tickling and evil teases.
After a while of being tickle tortured by her sadistic tormentor, Jen finally realized that the fingers had left her helpless middle. She was currently untied and upright, with an arm wrapped around each of Kara and Dungeon Mistress Yvette. “Kara, let’s move her to the next room,” the commanding voice of the Dungeon Mistress proclaimed right before Jen felt herself get pulled along. Still rather weak from the earlier tickle torture, Jen did not say anything or resist as her feet were dragged over the foam floor to another torture room in the Royal Tickle Dungeon.
When they finally reached the new cell, Jen was taken to one of the walls, and Kara quickly cuffed her hands with chains hanging from the ceiling. ‘Oh, no, not this again,’ Jen recalled the first time the Dungeon Mistress had tickle tortured her, in a spot just like this. ‘Not more wall chains. I just barely got through that other tickling; there’s no way I’ll be able to get through this.’
Hoping that she was reminding Jen of the first tickling she had received in the Royal Tickle Dungeon, Dungeon Mistress Yvette ordered Kara to raise the ceiling chains. The Dungeon Tickler did that, and the chains creaked upwards until the prisoner was taut and on her tippy toes. As the Dungeon Mistress commanded, the chains came down an inch, and then Jen was surprised to realize that they were coming back up. This time, a small section of the floor underneath the ticklee’s toes was also rising at the same rate as the chains, keeping the edges of her feet on solid ground. The chains and floor continued to rise until the ticklee was eye to eye with the Dungeon Mistress, at which point the tickler in control of the situation ordered Kara to stop and sit down again. “Jen, welcome to the next stage of your tickle torture,” Dungeon Mistress Yvette declared, evil intent in her voice, as she cupped Jen’s chin to ensure the two stayed eye to eye. “I hope you remember the first time I tickled you, when you were all trussed up like this. I wanted to make sure that we had another opportunity to use these wall chains, since I enjoyed them so much last time. What do you think?”
Despite a decent break while she was being dragged to the second tickle torture room, Jen was still too exhausted to respond, and she just closed her eyes to avoid looking at her tormentor. This did not work, as her mind again filled with images of her last tickle torment at Yvette’s nails. She saw herself, helplessly hanging in wall chains, her entire body exposed, and her tickler tormenting her torso.
“I see,” Dungeon Mistress Yvette was gleeful at Jen’s lack of a response. “Open your eyes, Jen. The next part of your punishment is about to start.” Jen refused to open her eyes, worried that it would fill her mind with images of the tickle torture she had just gone through on the rack. “Suit yourself, prisoner. You won’t know when the tickling starts if your eyes aren’t open to see it.”
Jen still refused to open her eyes, and she did not open her mouth either until ten fingers began skittering on her ticklish torso. “NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!” Pleading exited the ticklee’s mouth the moment that the fingers began working on her abdomen, and her eyes flew open, only to see a sadistically smiling Dungeon Mistress in front of her.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle, you helpless ticklee,” the tormentor teasingly reminded Jen of her powerlessness to stop or slow the tickle torture. “You’re mine, Jen. All mine for the remainder of your hour of tickle punishment. And we still have plenty of that time left. Laugh some more for me, tickle toy.”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” When the tickling intensified just slightly, Jen’s laughter went pure, and it stayed that way even after the tickler lightened her touch. “AHAHAHA!”
“That’s right; you can’t do anything but laugh, prisoner,” the Dungeon Mistress declared with a dark tone. “You are just a prisoner now, and you will be a prisoner for as long as I see fit. Get used to laughing, Jen; it’s all you’re going to be doing for the foreseeable future. You can’t move your hands; you can’t move your feet; you can’t move this bare belly of yours. Nothing can get you away from my fingers. That is how it is, and that is how it will be until I decide to change it.”
When Dungeon Mistress Yvette told Jen that she could not move certain parts of her body, Jen tried to defy her, but the chains held her weak body in place, so she was essentially frozen in place laughing. The ticklee’s mind then began fading, and she accepted that her tickler was in complete control of the situation, surrendering to the point that she forgot that Queen Mistress Heather had only sentenced her for an hour. With no other options, Jen just howled with laughter, believing that it was the only thing she would be doing for a long time.
Dungeon Mistress Yvette was very pleased with her prisoner’s complete surrender, and she continued to lightly dance her nails on the taut, ticklish tummy in front of her. She kept her focus on Jen’s eyes, which were now staring off into space, and gleefully tickle tortured her ticklee until the time came to release her.
When the hour of tickle punishment was up, Yvette’s attitude towards Jen changed drastically. Always concerned for her prisoners’ physical well-being, the Dungeon Mistress wrapped her arms around the ticklish woman as her subordinate lowered her to the ground and released her from the chains. The tormentor assisted Kara in taking Jen to the changing room, at which point the prisoner had begun to regain her sense of sanity.
The next thing Jen knew, she was back in the changing room, and Kara was handing her the crop top and shorts that she had come in with. “Jen,” the Dungeon Tickler addressed the former prisoner, “put these back on.”
“Huh?” was all that came out of Jen’s mouth. She was still exhausted and in between sanity and tickle-torture induced insanity, and she did not recognize what was happening.
“Jen, your sentence is over,” Kara explained, quickly using the water fountain put inside the changing room for situations such as this to get Jen some water. “Here, drink some water.”
Jen slowly drank the cup of water as her sense of reality returned, and she finally turned to look at Kara holding her clothes. “Am… am I done?” she wondered.
“Yes, Jen, you’re done,” the Dungeon Tickler affirmed. “You served your sentence. Now, I need you to change back into your clothes so we can go upstairs.”
“Okay,” Jen accepted her crop top and shorts, and she went to change into them. The Dungeon Tickler took the prisoner bikini that Jen had been wearing, and then she helped the exhausted ticklee back into the lobby.
Immediately, Dungeon Mistress Yvette, who had lingered in the room, came straight at the two. Kara held Jen, who was still very much exhausted from the tickling, in place as the Dungeon Mistress placed both hands on Jen’s shoulders and whispered in her ear, “Jen, I had so much fun tickle torturing you today. Please do thank the Queen Mistress for sending you down here, and do have her send you down again. I’m sure we’ll have lots more laughs next time.” With that, the Dungeon Mistress released her terrified former ticklee, and she departed the room.
Kara quickly led a shell-shocked Jen to the elevator, and Cammy met them when they got to the top floor. Still worn out from the tickling, Jen was only half-aware of the servant taking one look at her and instructing the Dungeon Tickler, “Queen Mistress Heather said that Jen needs some rest before she calls Jen and Maddie back to the throne room for her decision on Maddie’s testing. Please follow me to the room she reserved for them.” Cammy led Kara, and Jen by extension, to an ornate bedroom in the palace. When they entered the room, Jen noticed that there were two empty beds, and Cammy quickly ordered that she be put on one. Kara gently laid Jen down on the bed closer to the exit, and then Cammy caringly covered her with a blanket. “Take a nap, Jen. We’ll come back to get you when we’re ready. Goodnight.” Completely exhausted from her tickle torment, the former prisoner fell asleep as soon as the servant and Dungeon Tickler were out of her sight.
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Chapter 19: Testing Maddie, Part 6.1
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