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Here is part 7 of Chapter 21 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 21: Wendy's Guests, Day 2, Part 6
Thanks to the short time of the nap and her own excitement about getting back into her fancy new dress, Jen never got too deep in sleep during her nap. She opened her eyes when Ava tapped her forehead to wake her up and looked straight at the smiling servant. “Thanks, Ava,” Jen expressed appreciation for the non-ticklish wake up call before she threw the blankets off herself. Standing up, Jen turned around to make her bed, only to be pushed onto it once her back was to the servant. Shocked, the future Dungeon Tickler braced herself for the soft impact, and immediately after she hit the bed, her arms were grasped firmly. “Ava, what’s going on?” Jen worriedly questioned as she felt ropes binding her wrists together.
“It’s 4:15, Jen,” Ava offered the time in lieu of an explanation.
“I thought I asked you to get me up at 4:10,” Jen was confused at why the servant had not woken her up on time, so she participated in the topic shift.
“You’ll see why later; now, walk,” Ava ordered as she pulled her mistress’ guest up and pushed her out of her room.
“NOHOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHOHORE!” Jen heard Wendy’s hysterical laughter the instant that her door was opened, and Ava soon forcefully led her captive to the source of the laughter. The helpless Tickle Mistress was hogtied on the floor, and Brandy was running electric toothbrushes up and down her soles. Surprisingly, the home’s owner seemed to be more desperate than she had been during the pedicure tickling; the only difference between now and then was that she wore a pair of black nylons on her otherwise bare feet. Jen opened her mouth wide at the shocking sight of Wendy in such a predicament, but Ava covered it up before the guest could let out a gasp. Still covering Jen’s mouth, the servant led her prisoner away from the ticklish Tickle Mistress to another room well into the home. Once they were in the room, Ava removed her hand from Jen’s mouth, and the captive proceeded to gasp upon seeing Maddie, who had her arms duct taped well above her head.
“Jen!” Maddie was also alarmed when she saw that her best friend was restrained, too. “What are they doing to us and Tickle Mistress Wendy?”
“We’ll explain,” Layla announced as she entered the room, “but first, Ava, Izzy, Sasha, tie Jen up next to Maddie.”
Jen attempted to resist the restraining, but she was no match for three determined servants. Ava and Izzy positioned her just like Maddie, pulling her arms up until she was almost standing on her tippy toes. Once Jen’s stomach was completely stretched out, Sasha began to put several strips of duct tape tightly against Jen’s arms, from below her elbows all the way up to the edges of her fingers. Two layers of tape made the bondage more secure, and despite her struggles, Jen could not escape, even after Ava and Izzy let her arms go. Then, satisfied with the bondage on their prisoner’s upper body, the three servants repeated the process with her legs, going from the bottom of her shorts down to the edge of her bare feet. “Alright, what’s going on?” Jen reiterated Maddie’s earlier demand.
“We are taking a very rare opportunity to tickle Mistress, and you’re going to help us with it,” Layla proclaimed.
“Why do we need to be tied up to help you tickle Wendy?” Maddie cautiously wondered. “Shouldn’t we be free to do that?”
“Not exactly; you see, you’re not going to tickle Mistress,” Layla only confused the two guests more with this statement. “The four of us and Brandy are taking turns tickling her, and you two are going to take credit for the whole thing.”
“What exactly do you mean, take credit?” Jen inquired.
“You’re going to say that you tied her up and tickled her,” Layla declared.
“No,” Jen refused. “That’s not a good idea.”
“On the contrary, you’ll find that it’s a very good idea,” Layla smiled deviously. “Ladies, let’s show them how good of an idea it is. Start with tool set one.”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Maddie immediately broke into more relaxed laughter as a Q-tip entered her navel and began to tickle around.
“WHYHYHY THIHIHIS?” Jen wondered as a feather teased inside her innie.
“Because Mistress said these were the tools that you liked the most,” Layla explained. “If you agree to take credit for tickling Mistress, we’ll keep tickling you with them, with breaks, until we’re done with Mistress Wendy.”
“NEHEHEVEHEHER!” Maddie firmly denied the servant’s proposal.
“You have two minutes before we move on,” the head servant stated, unbothered by the initial refusal.
‘There is no way I’m agreeing to this,’ Jen remained determined inside her head. ‘Wendy sounded like she hated that tickling when I saw her, and I don’t want to be on her bad side when she gets out of there.’
Neither ticklee gave any indication that they were willing to give into the demands when the servants’ set time expired, so Layla then broadcasted, “Very well, you two have cost yourselves your best opportunity. Ladies, move on to tool set two. Jen, Maddie, you have three minutes to accept our new proposition.”
Apparently, tool set two did not mean anything different for Jen, who continued laughing along as a feather swept against her tickle button. However, the more resilient ticklee did hear a distinct change in Maddie’s laughter, signified by a squeal. Jen took a concerned look over to her best friend, whose laughter had gotten slightly darker, and noticed that Izzy was now tickling her with a makeup brush. “HEHEHEHEHEY!” Maddie finally eeked out after a couple of minutes.
“Yes, Maddie; do you have something to say?” Layla questioned mischievously. However, Maddie did not respond, meaning that her word-filled laughter was likely just an outburst.
Again, neither Jen nor Maddie gave into the demands of the servants, and by the time this tool set was done, Sasha and Layla had left the room, replaced by Brandy. “Brandy, you take Maddie,” Izzy ordered the new servant before turning to the two ticklees. “Jen, Maddie, you’ve cost yourselves another decent set of tools, and now, it’s time for you to really pay. You’ll have four minutes to decide if tool set three is convincing enough.”
“WAHAHAHAIT NOHOHOHOHOHO!” Maddie began begging the moment that the feather that had been tickling Jen switched targets to her.
“OHOHOHO IHIHIHIT TIHIHICKLEHEHES!” With the feather gone from her tickle button, Jen was now under a ten-finger tickle assault from Ava. She soon noticed the peril of her best friend, and she gave out a laughter-filled command to Brandy, “STAHAHAHAP TIHIHIHICKLIHIHING HEHEHEHER!”
“Oh, you want Brandy to stop tormenting your ticklish friend?” Izzy teasingly asked Jen. “All you’ve got to do is agree to take credit for tickling Mistress, and I’ll make Brandy stop. Just give me the word, and her tickling ends.”
“NEHEHEHEVEHEHER!” Although she was concerned about Maddie getting tickle tortured further, Jen’s negative opinion of the servants’ proposal still outweighed anything else in her mind.
‘I am absolutely sure that Tickle Mistress Wendy will torment us if she thinks that we’re the ones behind that tickle torture,’ Jen was resolute in her thoughts. ‘And if she does that, all this resistance that we’ve had so far will be for nothing. I just can’t let them break us.’
“Okay, maybe you’ll change your mind later,” Izzy seemed to take the repeated rejection in stride. “We’ll see how much of the ringer Maddie can actually stand.”
“YOHOHOHOULL GIHIHIVE IHIHIHIN FIHIHIHIRST!” Jen tried to turn the tables on the ticklers, although her ticklish torso and tightly bound body took a lot of the authority out of her words.
“We’ll just see,” Izzy was still rather content with the situation as she moved back away from Jen. Meanwhile, before, during and after that short conversation, Maddie was desperately begging through her laughter. Shortly after Izzy left things with Jen, though, the tickling overwhelmed the less resistant ticklee sufficiently to take the protesting out of her laughter. The two ticklees continued to wordlessly let out the sounds of their sensitivity until the new head servant announced, “Ava, Brandy, looks like Jen and Maddie are not ready to give in yet. Time for tool set four. Five minutes, Jen and Maddie, until we move on to more drastic measures.”
“WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Maddie cried out as the feather was removed and replaced by an electric toothbrush in her helpless navel. Jen’s midriff remained in control of Ava’s fingers for a while, but they were eventually replaced by Sasha’s.
Even after Ava left for her turn at tormenting the Tickle Mistress, Jen was steadfast in her refusal to give in to the demands of her captors. She simply felt that it was better for Maddie to endure some torturous tickling from the servants than for them both to be severely punished by Tickle Mistress Wendy for something they did not do. This line of thought continued through the whole five minutes of tickle tool set four and the six minutes of tickle tool set five. Eventually, Layla came back in and took over during tickle tool set five, which featured finger tickling for both ticklees. With Jen no closer to giving in, Layla had a returning Ava stick an electric flosser in Maddie’s bare bellybutton for tickle tool set six. Maddie’s mouth screeched and her arms thrashed against the restraints, but even that was not enough to sufficiently waver Jen’s confidence in her choice.
Finally, tickle tool set seven brought out the highest possible level of fear in Maddie’s eyes: Izzy was about to put a paintbrush in her navel. At this point, Ava was announcing the swaps and Brandy was tickling Jen’s tummy with ten fingernails. “NOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHOHORE!” Maddie let out one desperate plea when the paintbrush touched her tickle button, and then her mind went blank with pure ticklish torment.
“She’s in no position to be negotiating anything,” Ava cruelly came over and spoke to Jen. “Are you ready to give into our demands?”
“IHIHIHI WIHIHIHILL NOHOHOHOHOT!” Even though it hurt her inside to see Maddie in so much torment, Jen was still convinced that resistance was the best option.
“You’ll give in, Jen; they all do,” Ava’s voice got dark. “Just think: Maddie is enduring all that ticklish torture just because you, her supposed best friend, won’t do what’s best for her. Your stubbornness is driving her deeper and deeper into torment. I can’t imagine what’s going through her mind right now, having to endure that paintbrush in her bellybutton. I bet she’s hating the fact that you’re not willing to let her out of this because you’re just so stubborn.”
‘I can’t listen to her; I can’t give in,’ Jen tried her absolute best to block out the cruel teasing coming out of the servant’s mouth. ‘Maddie won’t be helped if I give in; that will just make things worse for both of us. I just hope that after this, I’m the one getting tickle tortured. Maddie’s gone through far more than enough; it’s my turn to take one for the team.’
“YOHOHOHOU’RE LYHYHYIHING!” Jen’s verbal response started with an accusation against Ava. “WEHE WIHIHILL NOHOT SUHURREHEHENDEHER!”
“Oh, you will, once it hits you just how much Maddie is suffering, and that she’s only suffering because of you,” the devilish servant continued to insist. “You go ahead and think about that.”
Just one look at Maddie’s tortured face was enough to convince Jen that Ava was right about one thing: her best friend was seriously suffering. However, the resilient ticklee then reminded herself of the consequences of tickle torturing her mentor, or even taking credit for such an act, ‘When I tickled Tickle Mistress Wendy during my entry test for the Tickle Cartel, she threatened me afterwards with a serious punishment. That was before she knew that I hate being tickled with Q-tips, and she was determined to find that tool. It took Queen Mistress Heather ordering her to stand down for the threat to go away. If Maddie and I surrender now, there will be no Queen Mistress to protect us, and Tickle Mistress Wendy will torment us both with Q-tips and paintbrushes.’ Despite some internal debate, the defiant thought held more weight, and so Jen refused to give in. ‘Like I said earlier, I will never surrender, no matter how bad it seems, because Tickle Mistress Wendy can and will make it worse.’
“And that’s your eight minutes with tickle tool set seven,” Ava seemed somewhat impressed that Jen had not given in when faced with Maddie enduring such a tickle torture. “Let’s see how-”
“You fare against tickle tool set eight,” Layla finished the sentence upon entering the room. “Izzy, you can go; Sasha will take over for you.”
As Sasha took a makeup brush to deal with Maddie, Jen realized that her tickle torture time had come: Ava had a Q-tip in her hand. “Regretting your decision yet?” Jen’s tickler maliciously inquired.
“Never,” Jen firmly stated as she stared down her tickler. “Maddie and I are STROHOHAHAHAHAHA!” The determined ticklee’s statement was interrupted when the tiny white tickle tool was inserted into her innie. Almost immediately, her laughter started to increase in pitch, and it continued for as long as she could focus on that. Then, all at once, her mind went to mush, and she stopped thinking consciously.
“Jen, Maddie agreed that you two will take credit for tickling Mistress,” Layla announced after some time had passed. “It only took her a minute of seeing you get tickled with the Q-tip to agree to our terms, so you got lucky. Now, Ava, Brandy, tickle torture Jen and Maddie until I get back from setting up our little conclusion. Q-tips for Jen, paintbrushes for Maddie. And you two ticklees, if you do not take responsibility, what you’re about to experience will be nothing compared to what we’ll do to you.”
“WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jen attempted to protest Maddie’s decision and Layla’s continued demands, but a Q-tip interrupted her thought process again. She heard her best friend break into the same type of laughter, and then, her conscious thinking shut down again.
“Remember, do exactly as we say, or you’ll be punished severely,” Ava whispered into Jen’s ear as she guided her now handcuffed prisoner back to where Wendy was. As reluctant as she was to agree, Jen nodded her head and grunted in affirmation, with a muffled sound coming out of her mouth. To prevent either of their ticklees from alerting the Tickle Mistress to the true situation, Ava and Izzy were covering the captives’ mouths.
The home’s owner looked much worse now than the first time Jen and Maddie had seen her in this ticklish predicament. A long tickling had worn her out, and her body’s appearance clearly indicated that she had not received any breaks. With her hair a complete mess and her clothes covered in sweat, Wendy looked much worse for the wear. The servants had added a second tickler, and there were now three toothbrushes tickling the Tickle Mistress. To try and pinpoint the blame on the guests, the third toothbrush was placed right in Wendy’s bellybutton, which was now exposed after she had been tilted slightly up.
“Jen! Maddie!” Layla gasped as she ‘entered’ the room. “Get off Mistress Wendy!” All of a sudden, the tickling on Wendy ceased as the still running toothbrushes fell to the floor. “Ava, Izzy, restrain those two before they can tickle Mistress again.” Jen and Maddie were shocked when their ankles were tied together, but with their hands already bound, there was nothing that they could do about the further restraint. “Brandy, Sasha, help me untie Mistress.”
Soon enough, Wendy, who was still gasping for air and giggling off and on, turned over and was helped by the three servants to a sitting position up against a wall. After her blindfold was taken off and she was in place, the exhausted Tickle Mistress looked over to Jen and Maddie, seeing that the two were bound with Ava and Izzy kneeling on their bound wrists. “Jen… Maddie… did you… tickle me?” she threw out in between heavy breaths.
“Yes, Tickle Mistress,” Jen was only partially acting out her sigh of disappointment.
“We did,” Maddie lowered her head in apparent shame.
“Mistress, what would you like us to do with them?” Layla asked Tickle Mistress Wendy as she looked over the weary host with convincing concern. The recovering ticklee stared at Jen and Maddie, and the only thing Jen could think of was a Q-tip tormenting her tickle button.
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Chapter 21: Wendy's Guests, Day 2, Part 6
Thanks to the short time of the nap and her own excitement about getting back into her fancy new dress, Jen never got too deep in sleep during her nap. She opened her eyes when Ava tapped her forehead to wake her up and looked straight at the smiling servant. “Thanks, Ava,” Jen expressed appreciation for the non-ticklish wake up call before she threw the blankets off herself. Standing up, Jen turned around to make her bed, only to be pushed onto it once her back was to the servant. Shocked, the future Dungeon Tickler braced herself for the soft impact, and immediately after she hit the bed, her arms were grasped firmly. “Ava, what’s going on?” Jen worriedly questioned as she felt ropes binding her wrists together.
“It’s 4:15, Jen,” Ava offered the time in lieu of an explanation.
“I thought I asked you to get me up at 4:10,” Jen was confused at why the servant had not woken her up on time, so she participated in the topic shift.
“You’ll see why later; now, walk,” Ava ordered as she pulled her mistress’ guest up and pushed her out of her room.
“NOHOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHOHORE!” Jen heard Wendy’s hysterical laughter the instant that her door was opened, and Ava soon forcefully led her captive to the source of the laughter. The helpless Tickle Mistress was hogtied on the floor, and Brandy was running electric toothbrushes up and down her soles. Surprisingly, the home’s owner seemed to be more desperate than she had been during the pedicure tickling; the only difference between now and then was that she wore a pair of black nylons on her otherwise bare feet. Jen opened her mouth wide at the shocking sight of Wendy in such a predicament, but Ava covered it up before the guest could let out a gasp. Still covering Jen’s mouth, the servant led her prisoner away from the ticklish Tickle Mistress to another room well into the home. Once they were in the room, Ava removed her hand from Jen’s mouth, and the captive proceeded to gasp upon seeing Maddie, who had her arms duct taped well above her head.
“Jen!” Maddie was also alarmed when she saw that her best friend was restrained, too. “What are they doing to us and Tickle Mistress Wendy?”
“We’ll explain,” Layla announced as she entered the room, “but first, Ava, Izzy, Sasha, tie Jen up next to Maddie.”
Jen attempted to resist the restraining, but she was no match for three determined servants. Ava and Izzy positioned her just like Maddie, pulling her arms up until she was almost standing on her tippy toes. Once Jen’s stomach was completely stretched out, Sasha began to put several strips of duct tape tightly against Jen’s arms, from below her elbows all the way up to the edges of her fingers. Two layers of tape made the bondage more secure, and despite her struggles, Jen could not escape, even after Ava and Izzy let her arms go. Then, satisfied with the bondage on their prisoner’s upper body, the three servants repeated the process with her legs, going from the bottom of her shorts down to the edge of her bare feet. “Alright, what’s going on?” Jen reiterated Maddie’s earlier demand.
“We are taking a very rare opportunity to tickle Mistress, and you’re going to help us with it,” Layla proclaimed.
“Why do we need to be tied up to help you tickle Wendy?” Maddie cautiously wondered. “Shouldn’t we be free to do that?”
“Not exactly; you see, you’re not going to tickle Mistress,” Layla only confused the two guests more with this statement. “The four of us and Brandy are taking turns tickling her, and you two are going to take credit for the whole thing.”
“What exactly do you mean, take credit?” Jen inquired.
“You’re going to say that you tied her up and tickled her,” Layla declared.
“No,” Jen refused. “That’s not a good idea.”
“On the contrary, you’ll find that it’s a very good idea,” Layla smiled deviously. “Ladies, let’s show them how good of an idea it is. Start with tool set one.”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Maddie immediately broke into more relaxed laughter as a Q-tip entered her navel and began to tickle around.
“WHYHYHY THIHIHIS?” Jen wondered as a feather teased inside her innie.
“Because Mistress said these were the tools that you liked the most,” Layla explained. “If you agree to take credit for tickling Mistress, we’ll keep tickling you with them, with breaks, until we’re done with Mistress Wendy.”
“NEHEHEVEHEHER!” Maddie firmly denied the servant’s proposal.
“You have two minutes before we move on,” the head servant stated, unbothered by the initial refusal.
‘There is no way I’m agreeing to this,’ Jen remained determined inside her head. ‘Wendy sounded like she hated that tickling when I saw her, and I don’t want to be on her bad side when she gets out of there.’
Neither ticklee gave any indication that they were willing to give into the demands when the servants’ set time expired, so Layla then broadcasted, “Very well, you two have cost yourselves your best opportunity. Ladies, move on to tool set two. Jen, Maddie, you have three minutes to accept our new proposition.”
Apparently, tool set two did not mean anything different for Jen, who continued laughing along as a feather swept against her tickle button. However, the more resilient ticklee did hear a distinct change in Maddie’s laughter, signified by a squeal. Jen took a concerned look over to her best friend, whose laughter had gotten slightly darker, and noticed that Izzy was now tickling her with a makeup brush. “HEHEHEHEHEY!” Maddie finally eeked out after a couple of minutes.
“Yes, Maddie; do you have something to say?” Layla questioned mischievously. However, Maddie did not respond, meaning that her word-filled laughter was likely just an outburst.
Again, neither Jen nor Maddie gave into the demands of the servants, and by the time this tool set was done, Sasha and Layla had left the room, replaced by Brandy. “Brandy, you take Maddie,” Izzy ordered the new servant before turning to the two ticklees. “Jen, Maddie, you’ve cost yourselves another decent set of tools, and now, it’s time for you to really pay. You’ll have four minutes to decide if tool set three is convincing enough.”
“WAHAHAHAIT NOHOHOHOHOHO!” Maddie began begging the moment that the feather that had been tickling Jen switched targets to her.
“OHOHOHO IHIHIHIT TIHIHICKLEHEHES!” With the feather gone from her tickle button, Jen was now under a ten-finger tickle assault from Ava. She soon noticed the peril of her best friend, and she gave out a laughter-filled command to Brandy, “STAHAHAHAP TIHIHIHICKLIHIHING HEHEHEHER!”
“Oh, you want Brandy to stop tormenting your ticklish friend?” Izzy teasingly asked Jen. “All you’ve got to do is agree to take credit for tickling Mistress, and I’ll make Brandy stop. Just give me the word, and her tickling ends.”
“NEHEHEHEVEHEHER!” Although she was concerned about Maddie getting tickle tortured further, Jen’s negative opinion of the servants’ proposal still outweighed anything else in her mind.
‘I am absolutely sure that Tickle Mistress Wendy will torment us if she thinks that we’re the ones behind that tickle torture,’ Jen was resolute in her thoughts. ‘And if she does that, all this resistance that we’ve had so far will be for nothing. I just can’t let them break us.’
“Okay, maybe you’ll change your mind later,” Izzy seemed to take the repeated rejection in stride. “We’ll see how much of the ringer Maddie can actually stand.”
“YOHOHOHOULL GIHIHIVE IHIHIHIN FIHIHIHIRST!” Jen tried to turn the tables on the ticklers, although her ticklish torso and tightly bound body took a lot of the authority out of her words.
“We’ll just see,” Izzy was still rather content with the situation as she moved back away from Jen. Meanwhile, before, during and after that short conversation, Maddie was desperately begging through her laughter. Shortly after Izzy left things with Jen, though, the tickling overwhelmed the less resistant ticklee sufficiently to take the protesting out of her laughter. The two ticklees continued to wordlessly let out the sounds of their sensitivity until the new head servant announced, “Ava, Brandy, looks like Jen and Maddie are not ready to give in yet. Time for tool set four. Five minutes, Jen and Maddie, until we move on to more drastic measures.”
“WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Maddie cried out as the feather was removed and replaced by an electric toothbrush in her helpless navel. Jen’s midriff remained in control of Ava’s fingers for a while, but they were eventually replaced by Sasha’s.
Even after Ava left for her turn at tormenting the Tickle Mistress, Jen was steadfast in her refusal to give in to the demands of her captors. She simply felt that it was better for Maddie to endure some torturous tickling from the servants than for them both to be severely punished by Tickle Mistress Wendy for something they did not do. This line of thought continued through the whole five minutes of tickle tool set four and the six minutes of tickle tool set five. Eventually, Layla came back in and took over during tickle tool set five, which featured finger tickling for both ticklees. With Jen no closer to giving in, Layla had a returning Ava stick an electric flosser in Maddie’s bare bellybutton for tickle tool set six. Maddie’s mouth screeched and her arms thrashed against the restraints, but even that was not enough to sufficiently waver Jen’s confidence in her choice.
Finally, tickle tool set seven brought out the highest possible level of fear in Maddie’s eyes: Izzy was about to put a paintbrush in her navel. At this point, Ava was announcing the swaps and Brandy was tickling Jen’s tummy with ten fingernails. “NOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHOHORE!” Maddie let out one desperate plea when the paintbrush touched her tickle button, and then her mind went blank with pure ticklish torment.
“She’s in no position to be negotiating anything,” Ava cruelly came over and spoke to Jen. “Are you ready to give into our demands?”
“IHIHIHI WIHIHIHILL NOHOHOHOHOT!” Even though it hurt her inside to see Maddie in so much torment, Jen was still convinced that resistance was the best option.
“You’ll give in, Jen; they all do,” Ava’s voice got dark. “Just think: Maddie is enduring all that ticklish torture just because you, her supposed best friend, won’t do what’s best for her. Your stubbornness is driving her deeper and deeper into torment. I can’t imagine what’s going through her mind right now, having to endure that paintbrush in her bellybutton. I bet she’s hating the fact that you’re not willing to let her out of this because you’re just so stubborn.”
‘I can’t listen to her; I can’t give in,’ Jen tried her absolute best to block out the cruel teasing coming out of the servant’s mouth. ‘Maddie won’t be helped if I give in; that will just make things worse for both of us. I just hope that after this, I’m the one getting tickle tortured. Maddie’s gone through far more than enough; it’s my turn to take one for the team.’
“YOHOHOHOU’RE LYHYHYIHING!” Jen’s verbal response started with an accusation against Ava. “WEHE WIHIHILL NOHOT SUHURREHEHENDEHER!”
“Oh, you will, once it hits you just how much Maddie is suffering, and that she’s only suffering because of you,” the devilish servant continued to insist. “You go ahead and think about that.”
Just one look at Maddie’s tortured face was enough to convince Jen that Ava was right about one thing: her best friend was seriously suffering. However, the resilient ticklee then reminded herself of the consequences of tickle torturing her mentor, or even taking credit for such an act, ‘When I tickled Tickle Mistress Wendy during my entry test for the Tickle Cartel, she threatened me afterwards with a serious punishment. That was before she knew that I hate being tickled with Q-tips, and she was determined to find that tool. It took Queen Mistress Heather ordering her to stand down for the threat to go away. If Maddie and I surrender now, there will be no Queen Mistress to protect us, and Tickle Mistress Wendy will torment us both with Q-tips and paintbrushes.’ Despite some internal debate, the defiant thought held more weight, and so Jen refused to give in. ‘Like I said earlier, I will never surrender, no matter how bad it seems, because Tickle Mistress Wendy can and will make it worse.’
“And that’s your eight minutes with tickle tool set seven,” Ava seemed somewhat impressed that Jen had not given in when faced with Maddie enduring such a tickle torture. “Let’s see how-”
“You fare against tickle tool set eight,” Layla finished the sentence upon entering the room. “Izzy, you can go; Sasha will take over for you.”
As Sasha took a makeup brush to deal with Maddie, Jen realized that her tickle torture time had come: Ava had a Q-tip in her hand. “Regretting your decision yet?” Jen’s tickler maliciously inquired.
“Never,” Jen firmly stated as she stared down her tickler. “Maddie and I are STROHOHAHAHAHAHA!” The determined ticklee’s statement was interrupted when the tiny white tickle tool was inserted into her innie. Almost immediately, her laughter started to increase in pitch, and it continued for as long as she could focus on that. Then, all at once, her mind went to mush, and she stopped thinking consciously.
“Jen, Maddie agreed that you two will take credit for tickling Mistress,” Layla announced after some time had passed. “It only took her a minute of seeing you get tickled with the Q-tip to agree to our terms, so you got lucky. Now, Ava, Brandy, tickle torture Jen and Maddie until I get back from setting up our little conclusion. Q-tips for Jen, paintbrushes for Maddie. And you two ticklees, if you do not take responsibility, what you’re about to experience will be nothing compared to what we’ll do to you.”
“WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jen attempted to protest Maddie’s decision and Layla’s continued demands, but a Q-tip interrupted her thought process again. She heard her best friend break into the same type of laughter, and then, her conscious thinking shut down again.
“Remember, do exactly as we say, or you’ll be punished severely,” Ava whispered into Jen’s ear as she guided her now handcuffed prisoner back to where Wendy was. As reluctant as she was to agree, Jen nodded her head and grunted in affirmation, with a muffled sound coming out of her mouth. To prevent either of their ticklees from alerting the Tickle Mistress to the true situation, Ava and Izzy were covering the captives’ mouths.
The home’s owner looked much worse now than the first time Jen and Maddie had seen her in this ticklish predicament. A long tickling had worn her out, and her body’s appearance clearly indicated that she had not received any breaks. With her hair a complete mess and her clothes covered in sweat, Wendy looked much worse for the wear. The servants had added a second tickler, and there were now three toothbrushes tickling the Tickle Mistress. To try and pinpoint the blame on the guests, the third toothbrush was placed right in Wendy’s bellybutton, which was now exposed after she had been tilted slightly up.
“Jen! Maddie!” Layla gasped as she ‘entered’ the room. “Get off Mistress Wendy!” All of a sudden, the tickling on Wendy ceased as the still running toothbrushes fell to the floor. “Ava, Izzy, restrain those two before they can tickle Mistress again.” Jen and Maddie were shocked when their ankles were tied together, but with their hands already bound, there was nothing that they could do about the further restraint. “Brandy, Sasha, help me untie Mistress.”
Soon enough, Wendy, who was still gasping for air and giggling off and on, turned over and was helped by the three servants to a sitting position up against a wall. After her blindfold was taken off and she was in place, the exhausted Tickle Mistress looked over to Jen and Maddie, seeing that the two were bound with Ava and Izzy kneeling on their bound wrists. “Jen… Maddie… did you… tickle me?” she threw out in between heavy breaths.
“Yes, Tickle Mistress,” Jen was only partially acting out her sigh of disappointment.
“We did,” Maddie lowered her head in apparent shame.
“Mistress, what would you like us to do with them?” Layla asked Tickle Mistress Wendy as she looked over the weary host with convincing concern. The recovering ticklee stared at Jen and Maddie, and the only thing Jen could think of was a Q-tip tormenting her tickle button.
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