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Here is part 3 of Chapter 22 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 22: Wendy's Guests, Day 3, Part 2
“Jen, Maddie, there is only one more place that we need to go shopping, and we’ll head there after dinner,” Tickle Mistress Wendy informed her two guests as they sat in her living room. “Is there anything else that you’d like to do in the meantime?”
“Can we head over to the Tickle Island racks?” Jen requested. “I’m itching to get my fingers on a belly after having mine tickled so much today.”
“Ooh, that’s a great plan,” Maddie excitedly responded. “I need to tickle someone else; I’ve been on the receiving end far too much today.”
“Then let’s head on over there,” Wendy got up off her couch, followed by her two guests, and the three headed out to the T cart. When Layla and the other servants started to follow them, the Tickle Mistress waved them off, “You won’t be needed for this. I’m sure you all need some time to finish recuperating from your earlier punishments, so go ahead and do that.” Once they were out the door, the host added, “And we certainly don’t want to repeat anything like last night, do we?”
“Nope,” Maddie and Jen answered simultaneously.
The drive over to the Tickle Island racks seemed short because of an engaging conversation, which ended as the three were walking over to meet their new ticklees. Turning to where four racks were filled, Wendy suddenly stopped and exclaimed, “Bella?”
“Huh?” One of the bound women looked up, and her eyes widened upon seeing the Tickle Mistress. “Oh, no,” resignation filled her voice as she turned to one of the Tickle Island employees tending to the racks. “You’ve got to get me out of here. She can’t be allowed to tickle me. I know her.”
“How in the world did you get in the racks?” Wendy wondered as she approached with her two mentees beside her. “Wait, you’re wearing a crop top. Did you sign up for this?”
“Umm, please, get me out,” the woman named Bella ignored Wendy and focused on the Tickle Island employee nearest her. “I’ll come back in a little while to finish this out.”
“Sorry, policy dictates that no one goes free until their time is up,” the employee snappily shut down any chance of Bella getting out.
“Please! She can’t tickle me!” Bella seemed rather desperate. As she got right up next to the rack, Jen thought that this particular ticklee looked vaguely familiar, although she couldn’t place the memory.
“You know what? I can accommodate that,” Wendy surprised everyone with her newest announcement. “I think that Jen here will be more than eager for revenge on you.”
“Huh?” Jen and Bella both expressed their confusion after sharing a quick look.
“I don’t know her,” Bella claimed, while Jen simply stared at Wendy in confusion.
“You’re going to offend her, Bella,” the Tickle Mistress chided the rack-bound ticklee. “You designed a machine that tickled her.”
“My machines have had tons of ticklees in them,” Bella retorted.
‘I know I recognize her, but I’ve been tickled by too many machines since I came to the Tickle Cartel,’ Jen began to examine the situation as her eyes fixated on the ticklee. ‘Does Wendy really expect me to realize who she is just based on that fact?’
“You’ve seen Jen in person before,” Wendy gave another clue to both tickler and ticklee.
“I’ve seen more than my share of my machines’ ticklees,” Bella dismissed the clue as useless. “You’re going to have to be more specific.”
‘Yeah, I have to agree with her,’ Jen mentally concurred with the vaguely familiar woman. ‘I’ve seen so many people since I arrived at the Tickle Cartel. It’s only been a few weeks, but I can’t remember everyone.’
“Wow, you’re really going to be in for it,” Wendy shook her head in apparent disappointment. “The way you talked to me about Jen, I thought you’d never forget her face.”
“We talk about once a week, sometimes more, and our conversations span several topics,” Bella identified a relatively close friendship between her and the Tickle Mistress. “That doesn’t help.”
However, this was surprising for Jen to hear, and she considered the new information, ‘Who would have talked to Wendy about me? Specifically, who that has been involved with tickle machines has talked to her about me? I’m sure there’s someone, but I just… don’t… get… it.’ A bit of frustration began to appear on Jen’s face, partially replacing the confusion.
“She assisted in a payment for your store.” Bella’s eyes widened all over again when the Tickle Mistress pointed this out. “The way you praised her, I thought you’d never get over it.”
“You, you got out!” Eyes still wide, Bella stared straight at Jen. “Yes, I remember you now, and oh, my, am I in trouble. Please don’t be rough with me.”
“I… got out?” Jen was annoyed that she was still confused, and it showed. “And a payment? Did her machine tickle me for something I bought?”
“No,” the answer came from Bella, who apparently wanted to help as much as she could in exchange for leniency. “You tickled one of my customers.”
“Oh,” the realization hit Jen hard, and she took a step back. “You’re the Bella from Bella’s Belly Ticklers.”
The tickle machine inventor affirmed it with a cautious nod, and Jen took another step back as she internally recalled her first positive experience in the Tickle Cartel. ‘That was when I first got to the Tickle Cartel mainland. Pat and Katelyn were so mean to me, and they were furious that my tickle machine misinterpreted my enjoyment of the ship tickling. For some reason, I guess probably on Tickle Mistress Wendy’s orders, they took me with them to get the tickle machine fixed at Bella’s Belly Ticklers. I helped tickle them as payment for the repairs, and the other ticklers loved my tickling skills. That was so fun, getting to tickle torture them after what the tickle machine they had locked me in did to me for three days.’ At this point, Jen took an audible breath, and then she continued her recollection with the consequences of the tickling she had given out, ‘Afterwards, well, the first part was rough. Katelyn hated how I tickled her, and she actually kind of hurt me with the cuffs. Plus, there was the fact that she and Pat promised to make tickle slave training worse for me. If Tickle Mistress Wendy hadn’t decided to test me, I don’t know what would have happened.’
“Jen?” Maddie’s concerned voice returned Jen to reality as she shook her best friend’s shoulder. “Jen? Are you alright?”
Shaking her head, Jen regained her bearings and answered, “Yes, I’m fine. I do have a question for Bella, though. Were you watching me tickle Katelyn at your shop?”
“Yes, Tickle Mistress Wendy requested it, and I was enamored by your technique,” Bella confirmed. “I told Wendy as such.”
“She did,” Wendy quickly stepped in to affirm this.
“And why are you in the racks today?” Jen followed up with another inquiry.
Bella looked down, embarrassed, before replying, “I volunteer in the racks once or twice a week. I like getting tickled sometimes.”
“You? Really?” Wendy was incredulous, but Bella nodded. “Wow. I’ve known you for ten years; I can’t believe I never figured this out. Well, that’s certainly nice information to have.” She turned to Jen and Maddie and wondered, “Well, shall we?”
“I think Bella could use some of the technique that enamored her earlier,” Jen earned a horrified look from the rack-bound ticklee when she turned the earlier words against the speaker. “And I’m just the one to show it to her.”
“No, no, no, you don’t understand, I was talking ab- AHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP!” Bella broke into hysterics as Jen rushed her and plunged her fingers into the midsection. Out of the corner of her eye, Jen did note that Maddie and Wendy had begun tickling the torsos on the racks beside Bella.
“Oh, belly-ticklish Bella, there’s no need to retract your statement,” Jen teased her ticklee. “I know that I did a great job tickling Katelyn when you were watching me, you already admitted that you liked that technique. Also, because I was locked up in your tickle machine for three days, I know how much you value an efficient tickling. There’s no need to try and deny it now that you’re the ticklee.”
“Wait, three day- oh, that tickle machine,” Maddie became the final person to understand the purpose of Bella’s tickle machine. “Get her, Jen!”
“NOHOHOHO DOHOHOHONT AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Bella let out a quick plea before Jen’s fingers pushed her into pure laughter.
“This is exactly what I did to Katelyn, and you just loved it then,” Jen pointed out as her face came closer to her ticklee’s ears. “I think you’ll eventually learn to love it now that you can experience it firsthand.” As Jen planned, Bella was unable to answer her, with the tickling consuming her word-making energy.
Just like she had done with Katelyn, Jen tickle tormented Bella until she began to run out of breath, at which point the tickler slowed and stopped the tickling. While the ticklee recovered her breath, Jen filled the space with quick statements about the TK Belly 5061 that she had been in, informing its creator about exactly how it had tickled the former tickle slave. Bella made the mistake of begging for mercy when she could, and Jen attacked again, having built up more of a desire for revenge on her primary tormentor when she was a tickle slave. Immediately, the tickle machine inventor was thrown back into hysterics, having saved no more energy other than what she used to beg. As with Katelyn, Jen continued to tickle torture Bella until she ran out of breath again, then returning to her lecture on her tickle torture as a tickle slave. This process continued for another hour or so, and when Wendy and Maddie finally ended the revenge by pulling Jen off her victim, Bella was pale, with fear of the former tickle slave filling her face.
With Bella safely locked away in the rack, Maddie took the initiative and led Jen back to the T cart. Jen had become more and more tense throughout the rack tickling, as meeting and tickling Bella brought out memories of Tara the tickle machine trying to tickle torture her into submission. Understanding this and not wanting a repeat of the last time that she addressed Jen’s tickle slavery, Wendy silently drove the T cart back to her house, but gave Maddie gestured permission to speak with Jen about her time as a tickle slave. Jen gave her best friend the full story of the tickle torture that she had endured while on her way to the Tickle Cartel, along with how she was treated by the transporters that handled her. As she knew Jen better than anyone else, Maddie comforted her best friend, breaking up tearful recollections with hugs and assuring Jen that she was safe and cared for.
When the former tickle slave was done recounting her experience, her best friend proceeded to bring up Jen’s trip back to North Carolina to retrieve Maddie. The two shared an extended emotional moment upon recalling the few torturous events from that trip: Maddie’s tickle torture of Jen to try and pry the tickle slave story out of her, Jen telling Maddie the truth, and Maddie’s revenge tickling following their first tickle fight. However, after that, the remainder of the trip back was highlighted, especially how much fun the two had upon reuniting for good. The mutual storytelling then moved to when Maddie met Tickle Mistress Wendy and Queen Mistress Heather, notably leaving out the tickle tortures that the two went through in that time. Finally, Maddie focused on the reveal that they would both be Dungeon Ticklers, and Jen chuckled as she remembered Maddie’s initial reaction to that news. Then the current weekend was discussed, and by the end of that, the mood in the T cart was upbeat. Jen even invited Tickle Mistress Wendy into the conversation, silently indicating that she was done recalling her brief bout of tickle slavery. Soon, the three were laughing at the memories they had already made in the short time that Jen and Maddie were in the Tickle Cartel.
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Chapter 22: Wendy's Guests, Day 3, Part 2
“Jen, Maddie, there is only one more place that we need to go shopping, and we’ll head there after dinner,” Tickle Mistress Wendy informed her two guests as they sat in her living room. “Is there anything else that you’d like to do in the meantime?”
“Can we head over to the Tickle Island racks?” Jen requested. “I’m itching to get my fingers on a belly after having mine tickled so much today.”
“Ooh, that’s a great plan,” Maddie excitedly responded. “I need to tickle someone else; I’ve been on the receiving end far too much today.”
“Then let’s head on over there,” Wendy got up off her couch, followed by her two guests, and the three headed out to the T cart. When Layla and the other servants started to follow them, the Tickle Mistress waved them off, “You won’t be needed for this. I’m sure you all need some time to finish recuperating from your earlier punishments, so go ahead and do that.” Once they were out the door, the host added, “And we certainly don’t want to repeat anything like last night, do we?”
“Nope,” Maddie and Jen answered simultaneously.
The drive over to the Tickle Island racks seemed short because of an engaging conversation, which ended as the three were walking over to meet their new ticklees. Turning to where four racks were filled, Wendy suddenly stopped and exclaimed, “Bella?”
“Huh?” One of the bound women looked up, and her eyes widened upon seeing the Tickle Mistress. “Oh, no,” resignation filled her voice as she turned to one of the Tickle Island employees tending to the racks. “You’ve got to get me out of here. She can’t be allowed to tickle me. I know her.”
“How in the world did you get in the racks?” Wendy wondered as she approached with her two mentees beside her. “Wait, you’re wearing a crop top. Did you sign up for this?”
“Umm, please, get me out,” the woman named Bella ignored Wendy and focused on the Tickle Island employee nearest her. “I’ll come back in a little while to finish this out.”
“Sorry, policy dictates that no one goes free until their time is up,” the employee snappily shut down any chance of Bella getting out.
“Please! She can’t tickle me!” Bella seemed rather desperate. As she got right up next to the rack, Jen thought that this particular ticklee looked vaguely familiar, although she couldn’t place the memory.
“You know what? I can accommodate that,” Wendy surprised everyone with her newest announcement. “I think that Jen here will be more than eager for revenge on you.”
“Huh?” Jen and Bella both expressed their confusion after sharing a quick look.
“I don’t know her,” Bella claimed, while Jen simply stared at Wendy in confusion.
“You’re going to offend her, Bella,” the Tickle Mistress chided the rack-bound ticklee. “You designed a machine that tickled her.”
“My machines have had tons of ticklees in them,” Bella retorted.
‘I know I recognize her, but I’ve been tickled by too many machines since I came to the Tickle Cartel,’ Jen began to examine the situation as her eyes fixated on the ticklee. ‘Does Wendy really expect me to realize who she is just based on that fact?’
“You’ve seen Jen in person before,” Wendy gave another clue to both tickler and ticklee.
“I’ve seen more than my share of my machines’ ticklees,” Bella dismissed the clue as useless. “You’re going to have to be more specific.”
‘Yeah, I have to agree with her,’ Jen mentally concurred with the vaguely familiar woman. ‘I’ve seen so many people since I arrived at the Tickle Cartel. It’s only been a few weeks, but I can’t remember everyone.’
“Wow, you’re really going to be in for it,” Wendy shook her head in apparent disappointment. “The way you talked to me about Jen, I thought you’d never forget her face.”
“We talk about once a week, sometimes more, and our conversations span several topics,” Bella identified a relatively close friendship between her and the Tickle Mistress. “That doesn’t help.”
However, this was surprising for Jen to hear, and she considered the new information, ‘Who would have talked to Wendy about me? Specifically, who that has been involved with tickle machines has talked to her about me? I’m sure there’s someone, but I just… don’t… get… it.’ A bit of frustration began to appear on Jen’s face, partially replacing the confusion.
“She assisted in a payment for your store.” Bella’s eyes widened all over again when the Tickle Mistress pointed this out. “The way you praised her, I thought you’d never get over it.”
“You, you got out!” Eyes still wide, Bella stared straight at Jen. “Yes, I remember you now, and oh, my, am I in trouble. Please don’t be rough with me.”
“I… got out?” Jen was annoyed that she was still confused, and it showed. “And a payment? Did her machine tickle me for something I bought?”
“No,” the answer came from Bella, who apparently wanted to help as much as she could in exchange for leniency. “You tickled one of my customers.”
“Oh,” the realization hit Jen hard, and she took a step back. “You’re the Bella from Bella’s Belly Ticklers.”
The tickle machine inventor affirmed it with a cautious nod, and Jen took another step back as she internally recalled her first positive experience in the Tickle Cartel. ‘That was when I first got to the Tickle Cartel mainland. Pat and Katelyn were so mean to me, and they were furious that my tickle machine misinterpreted my enjoyment of the ship tickling. For some reason, I guess probably on Tickle Mistress Wendy’s orders, they took me with them to get the tickle machine fixed at Bella’s Belly Ticklers. I helped tickle them as payment for the repairs, and the other ticklers loved my tickling skills. That was so fun, getting to tickle torture them after what the tickle machine they had locked me in did to me for three days.’ At this point, Jen took an audible breath, and then she continued her recollection with the consequences of the tickling she had given out, ‘Afterwards, well, the first part was rough. Katelyn hated how I tickled her, and she actually kind of hurt me with the cuffs. Plus, there was the fact that she and Pat promised to make tickle slave training worse for me. If Tickle Mistress Wendy hadn’t decided to test me, I don’t know what would have happened.’
“Jen?” Maddie’s concerned voice returned Jen to reality as she shook her best friend’s shoulder. “Jen? Are you alright?”
Shaking her head, Jen regained her bearings and answered, “Yes, I’m fine. I do have a question for Bella, though. Were you watching me tickle Katelyn at your shop?”
“Yes, Tickle Mistress Wendy requested it, and I was enamored by your technique,” Bella confirmed. “I told Wendy as such.”
“She did,” Wendy quickly stepped in to affirm this.
“And why are you in the racks today?” Jen followed up with another inquiry.
Bella looked down, embarrassed, before replying, “I volunteer in the racks once or twice a week. I like getting tickled sometimes.”
“You? Really?” Wendy was incredulous, but Bella nodded. “Wow. I’ve known you for ten years; I can’t believe I never figured this out. Well, that’s certainly nice information to have.” She turned to Jen and Maddie and wondered, “Well, shall we?”
“I think Bella could use some of the technique that enamored her earlier,” Jen earned a horrified look from the rack-bound ticklee when she turned the earlier words against the speaker. “And I’m just the one to show it to her.”
“No, no, no, you don’t understand, I was talking ab- AHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP!” Bella broke into hysterics as Jen rushed her and plunged her fingers into the midsection. Out of the corner of her eye, Jen did note that Maddie and Wendy had begun tickling the torsos on the racks beside Bella.
“Oh, belly-ticklish Bella, there’s no need to retract your statement,” Jen teased her ticklee. “I know that I did a great job tickling Katelyn when you were watching me, you already admitted that you liked that technique. Also, because I was locked up in your tickle machine for three days, I know how much you value an efficient tickling. There’s no need to try and deny it now that you’re the ticklee.”
“Wait, three day- oh, that tickle machine,” Maddie became the final person to understand the purpose of Bella’s tickle machine. “Get her, Jen!”
“NOHOHOHO DOHOHOHONT AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Bella let out a quick plea before Jen’s fingers pushed her into pure laughter.
“This is exactly what I did to Katelyn, and you just loved it then,” Jen pointed out as her face came closer to her ticklee’s ears. “I think you’ll eventually learn to love it now that you can experience it firsthand.” As Jen planned, Bella was unable to answer her, with the tickling consuming her word-making energy.
Just like she had done with Katelyn, Jen tickle tormented Bella until she began to run out of breath, at which point the tickler slowed and stopped the tickling. While the ticklee recovered her breath, Jen filled the space with quick statements about the TK Belly 5061 that she had been in, informing its creator about exactly how it had tickled the former tickle slave. Bella made the mistake of begging for mercy when she could, and Jen attacked again, having built up more of a desire for revenge on her primary tormentor when she was a tickle slave. Immediately, the tickle machine inventor was thrown back into hysterics, having saved no more energy other than what she used to beg. As with Katelyn, Jen continued to tickle torture Bella until she ran out of breath again, then returning to her lecture on her tickle torture as a tickle slave. This process continued for another hour or so, and when Wendy and Maddie finally ended the revenge by pulling Jen off her victim, Bella was pale, with fear of the former tickle slave filling her face.
With Bella safely locked away in the rack, Maddie took the initiative and led Jen back to the T cart. Jen had become more and more tense throughout the rack tickling, as meeting and tickling Bella brought out memories of Tara the tickle machine trying to tickle torture her into submission. Understanding this and not wanting a repeat of the last time that she addressed Jen’s tickle slavery, Wendy silently drove the T cart back to her house, but gave Maddie gestured permission to speak with Jen about her time as a tickle slave. Jen gave her best friend the full story of the tickle torture that she had endured while on her way to the Tickle Cartel, along with how she was treated by the transporters that handled her. As she knew Jen better than anyone else, Maddie comforted her best friend, breaking up tearful recollections with hugs and assuring Jen that she was safe and cared for.
When the former tickle slave was done recounting her experience, her best friend proceeded to bring up Jen’s trip back to North Carolina to retrieve Maddie. The two shared an extended emotional moment upon recalling the few torturous events from that trip: Maddie’s tickle torture of Jen to try and pry the tickle slave story out of her, Jen telling Maddie the truth, and Maddie’s revenge tickling following their first tickle fight. However, after that, the remainder of the trip back was highlighted, especially how much fun the two had upon reuniting for good. The mutual storytelling then moved to when Maddie met Tickle Mistress Wendy and Queen Mistress Heather, notably leaving out the tickle tortures that the two went through in that time. Finally, Maddie focused on the reveal that they would both be Dungeon Ticklers, and Jen chuckled as she remembered Maddie’s initial reaction to that news. Then the current weekend was discussed, and by the end of that, the mood in the T cart was upbeat. Jen even invited Tickle Mistress Wendy into the conversation, silently indicating that she was done recalling her brief bout of tickle slavery. Soon, the three were laughing at the memories they had already made in the short time that Jen and Maddie were in the Tickle Cartel.
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Chapter 22: Wendy's Guests, Day 3, Part 4
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