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Here is the final part 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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After helping free Maddie, Jen did not need any threats, real or implied, to accept her place on the tickling rack. Callie left the tickle tools from Maddie in place, and she headed off to get some more general torso tickling tools for Jen. Before the employee returned, the Tickle Mistress and a less pale-looking Maddie came up beside the rack, and Maddie spoke up first, “Jen, when Callie gets to the tool you hate, I’m taking a long turn on you.”
“As am I,” Wendy also wanted some revenge on Jen. “Maddie wasn’t the only one to use hairbrushes when my feet were oiled up.”
“Yeah, you two can try,” Jen scoffed at the notion of being tickle tortured, although after Maddie had gotten Q-tips in her bellybutton, she knew the tormenting tools would eventually be used on her weak spot.
“Here’s some more general tummy-tickling tools,” Callie announced as she returned with a feather duster and a machine a little larger than Jen’s navel. “You probably recognize this one as a feather duster, and this tool is one of our specialized tummy-tickling machines. It’s called a Stomach Press, and if you want, I’ll go ahead and demonstrate it on Jen.”
“By all means,” Maddie gestured happily towards her bound best friend, and although she was the one to give the go-ahead, all three customers were looking forward to seeing what this machine could do.
“So, to make this work, you place the Stomach Press on a ticklee’s bare belly,” Callie laid the machine in the center of Jen’s midsection as she spoke. “Once it’s hitting the surface, you press down a little, and…”
“EEEEEP!” Jen squealed as a weak raspberry hit her bellybutton and the surrounding area. The zerbert did not last long, and the ticklee noticed that the employee’s hand was off the machine the next time she looked.
“Now, you don’t press very hard if you just want a real light raspberry,” Callie dictated. “The harder you press down, the more intense the raspberry will be.”
“WOHOHOHOHOHOW! THAHAHAHAT REHEHEHEALLY TIHIHICKLEHEHES!” Jen’s laughing commentary was louder and longer as the employee pushed the machine more into her abdomen and held it there. “AHAHAHAND IHIHIHITS NOHOHOT STOHOHOPPIHIHING!”
“It won’t stop until I bring my hand up,” Callie announced as she pressed even harder, resulting in louder laughter out of her bound customer. Finally, after a few seconds of a fairly intense zerbert from the machine, the pressure was released, and Jen’s laughter dissolved into happy giggles. “And that’s how the Stomach Press works. Do either of you want to test it out?”
“This could be fun,” Maddie came up and pressed the machine into her best friend’s middle.
“WAHAHAHAHAIT!” Jen tried to stop her fellow Dungeon Tickler from restarting the machine. Usually, the threat of more raspberries would not give her pause, but she was still recovering from the earlier intense tickle when the next zerbert was initiated. “MAHAHADDIEHEHEHE! IHIHIHI NEHEHEHEED AHAHAHA BREHEHEHEAK!”
“Oh, I guess you do,” Maddie allowed after taking a look at Jen. “Your face is all red.”
“How about I get out the next tool, and we can come back to the Stomach Press later once Jen’s recovered a bit?” Callie suggested, and her two already-tickled customers agreed. After the machine had been removed from Jen’s midriff, the employee pulled out a paintbrush. “Now, I know this worked very well on Maddie, I believe it was?” Maddie nodded, although she had taken a reactive step back when the paintbrush reemerged from the box. “Does Jen have a ticklish bellybutton?”
“She does,” Wendy stepped in to answer, aware that Maddie likely had no desire to talk about tickle buttons with a paintbrush out. “Very ticklish.”
“Yep, I do,” Jen went ahead and also confirmed the statement, having recovered from the last machined raspberry.
“Then let’s see how well this works on you.” Although a little surprised that Jen stepped up to answer, Callie nonetheless dipped the paintbrush into the innie and began to swirl it around, just like she had done with Maddie.
“YEHEHEHES!” In stark contrast to Maddie’s earlier reaction to the paintbrush, Jen immediately exclaimed her enjoyment of the tickle tool. “IHIHIHITS SOHOHO TIHIHICKLY!”
“Well, I suppose it works,” the employee was still put off by her ticklee’s enthusiasm, but she could not deny the laughter that the paintbrush was causing. “Anyone else want to try it?” Wendy ended up giving the paintbrush a go, but Maddie wanted nothing to do with the tool. Following this, Jen was tickled by an array of tools that she absolutely adored, including electric toothbrushes, electric flossers, and a tickly twirling feather.
“Okay, so you apparently love being tickled on your tummy,” Callie had finally seemed to get over the shock of Jen’s positive attitude towards tickling by the time they reached feather dusters. “Does that feeling extend to feather dusters?”
“YEHEHEHES IHIHIHIT DOHOHOHOES!” Jen was planning on answering without laughter, but the employee wasted no time beginning a light brushing of the duster’s feathers on her bare belly. “IHIHIHITS THEHEHEHE BEHEHEHEST!”
“It is? Interesting,” Callie noted as she danced the duster on the inviting midriff before turning to Wendy and Maddie. “Either of you want a turn with this one?”
“I’d be happy to give Jen a tickling that she enjoys,” Maddie accepted the handle from the current tickler.
“YEHEHEHES MAHAHADS YEHEHEHES!” Jen finally got back to calling Maddie by her nickname when the tickler pushed the tickle tool in and forced even more feathers across the abdomen. “THIHIHIS IHIHIHIS SOHOHO GREHEHEHEAT!”
“Perfect,” Maddie smiled down at her ticklee, who would have returned the gesture even if the tickly feathers did not force her to. “Tickle, tickle, tickle, Jen! I’ve got your tummy in a happy trance!”
“YEHEHES YOUHUHU DOHOHOHO!” Jen did not hesitate to agree. She continued to let laughter flow freely out of her as the enjoyably ticklish sensations rippled through her body. Soon after, Wendy took over, and Jen’s attitude remained the exact same. The ticklee loved the feel of several feathers fluttering over her stomach, and nothing could take that lovely feeling away.
“Alright, next up, we have Q-tips,” Callie deadpanned the room as the Tickle Mistress lifted the feather duster from the ticklish torso.
Jen attempted not to show her fear of the singular tickle torture tool by just taking deep breaths as recovery from the feather duster tickles, and she was somewhat successful. Of course, just as she was thinking that she was not going to reveal how much she hated Q-tips before the tickling started, Jen made the mistake of looking at Maddie. Her best friend’s face was twisted into a devious smile, and she was clearly excited to use the Q-tip. Upon seeing that evil smile, the illusion that Jen had control of the situation was broken, and she sucked her stomach away from that face and the Q-tip. Fear flew onto the ticklee’s face, and her gaze was locked on that tormenting look from her best friend. Seeing this, Maddie curled her lips further, taking advantage of one of the few times she could intimidate Jen with tickling.
“Oh, maybe Q-tips are your weakness?” Callie’s words, although painfully true for Jen, did not move the ticklee’s eyes. “Guess we’ll just have to see.”
“NOHOHOHO STAHAHAHAP!” Jen screamed when a Q-tip suddenly hit her tickle button. Her eyes finally disengaged with Maddie’s, and she took a quick look down to her navel before snapping them shut. “NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE!”
“Well, that worked,” Callie lightly swirled the Q-tip around the bellybutton as Jen screamed for mercy. “Anyone else want to try?”
“I’ll go,” Wendy volunteered after a pause. Had Jen been able to focus on her ticklers’ actions, she may have realized that Maddie probably gave the Tickle Mistress the go-ahead to tickle with the Q-tip first. However, her eyes were closed and all she could hear was her own screaming laughter. “Hey, Jen,” Wendy finally was able to get through to Jen when she took the Q-tip out and leaned by the ticklee’s ear. Already somewhat exhausted and afraid of what was about to come next, Jen managed to twist her head towards Wendy’s voice. “This is for using a hairbrush on my feet.”
“WEHEHENDY NOHOHOHOHO!” Jen wasted no time begging for a cessation of the Q-tip tickling upon its second initiation. “IHIHIHI CAHAHANT!”
“Of course you can take it, Jen,” the Tickle Mistress mocked her ticklee. “You’ll just hate it as you take it.”
“GEHEHET IHIHIHIT OHOHOHOUT!” Jen attempted to give a demand, but the laughter significantly diluted the authority and made it seem more like a frantic request, which was not entirely inaccurate. “STAHAHAHAP!”
“Okay, Wendy, you can stop; it’s my turn!” Maddie managed to announce over her best friend’s laughter. Wendy removed the Q-tip from the tickle button and handed it off to Maddie, who patted Jen’s bare belly with her free hand. “Jen, Jen, Jen, Jen, Jen,” she admonished the ticklee until the latter was able to lift her head and lock eyes. “You know how you wanted to be a jerk to me with the paintbrushes?” Jen’s face was already covered in terror, so her head sunk back down into the pillow as evidence that she was more scared than before. “I can be just as much of a jerk to you now.”
“Mads, plea-” Jen started.
“Torture time,” Maddie cut her best friend off and then rushed the Q-tip down to the bellybutton.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jen went right to pure laughter the moment that the tickle torture tool made contact. “MAHAHAHA NAHAHAHA!” Already fairly worn out from the previous Q-tip ticklings, the ticklee could not even form individual words to beg Maddie for freedom.
“Tickle… tickle… tickle,” Maddie’s voice was more dominant than teasing, and her countenance made sure that Jen knew this was intended to be a tickle torture in all aspects of the phrase. Her hand twisted and twirled the Q-tip all around the navel, pushing Jen further and further into ticklish delusion. Just when Jen thought her mind was going to go blank, though, the tickling suddenly stopped, and Maddie began to massage her belly to bring her back. When the tickler spoke again, her voice was soft, “I think you’ve had enough Q-tip tickles, Jen. What do you want to do now?”
“I think I’ve had enough for now,” Jen declared, and Maddie indicated to Callie that they should skip the remaining tools. After the final ticklee was released from the rack, the two future Dungeon Ticklers acquired at least two of each of the tickle tools they had tested, getting more feather dusters and makeup brushes because Jen and Maddie respectively really enjoyed being tickled by them. Also, despite hating the tool with a passion, Jen discreetly purchased a couple more Q-tips that she could use to ticklishly perk her best friend up.
Once they had all their tickle tools, the trio headed out of Teases and Torments, and they noticed that it had started to get dark while they were in the store. “Well, as much as I hate to say it, I’d better take you two to your apartment for good,” Wendy announced, hesitation in her voice. “It’s already 8pm, and you’ve got Dungeon Tickler Training tomorrow at 8am.”
“Yeah, I guess we should get back,” Jen acknowledged sadly, and the T cart took the silent group to Sixteen Swirls.
After parking and helping her mentees get everything inside, the Tickle Mistress waited in the living room to give Jen and Maddie parting remarks. “Jen, Maddie, thank you so much for spending the weekend with me. It was a blast.”
“Thanks so much for having us over,” Jen embraced her mentor. “I loved that weekend.”
“So did I,” Maddie also gave Wendy a hug after Jen was finished.
“I hope you have a wonderful time at Dungeon Tickler Training, and I’ll be sure to have you over sometime when you’re free,” the Tickle Mistress proclaimed before she took out a post-it note from her pocket. “And here is my number. Let me know if you two need anything or just want to hang out. I’ll look forward to seeing you again.”
“So will we,” Jen stated as Maddie nodded and took the note. “Goodbye, Wendy.”
“Goodbye for now,” Wendy conditioned her departure message, and she was echoed by the two. With that, the Tickle Mistress walked out to her T cart, and Jen and Maddie were finally alone in their new home.
The rest of the night passed by fairly quickly, starting with Jen and Maddie calling their parents. Following that, they took a little time to organize their beds and rooms before meeting out in the kitchen. Jen decided that they should use their crockpot to make something for dinner after Dungeon Tickler Training, and she volunteered to get up early to make some chili. With that decided, the two talked while they made sandwiches for lunch, and then they decided to both go to bed. Jen set her alarm and fell into a fitful sleep, content with her current position but worrying a little bit about what Dungeon Tickler Training would be like.
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Chapter 22: Wendy's Guests, Day 3, Part 4
After helping free Maddie, Jen did not need any threats, real or implied, to accept her place on the tickling rack. Callie left the tickle tools from Maddie in place, and she headed off to get some more general torso tickling tools for Jen. Before the employee returned, the Tickle Mistress and a less pale-looking Maddie came up beside the rack, and Maddie spoke up first, “Jen, when Callie gets to the tool you hate, I’m taking a long turn on you.”
“As am I,” Wendy also wanted some revenge on Jen. “Maddie wasn’t the only one to use hairbrushes when my feet were oiled up.”
“Yeah, you two can try,” Jen scoffed at the notion of being tickle tortured, although after Maddie had gotten Q-tips in her bellybutton, she knew the tormenting tools would eventually be used on her weak spot.
“Here’s some more general tummy-tickling tools,” Callie announced as she returned with a feather duster and a machine a little larger than Jen’s navel. “You probably recognize this one as a feather duster, and this tool is one of our specialized tummy-tickling machines. It’s called a Stomach Press, and if you want, I’ll go ahead and demonstrate it on Jen.”
“By all means,” Maddie gestured happily towards her bound best friend, and although she was the one to give the go-ahead, all three customers were looking forward to seeing what this machine could do.
“So, to make this work, you place the Stomach Press on a ticklee’s bare belly,” Callie laid the machine in the center of Jen’s midsection as she spoke. “Once it’s hitting the surface, you press down a little, and…”
“EEEEEP!” Jen squealed as a weak raspberry hit her bellybutton and the surrounding area. The zerbert did not last long, and the ticklee noticed that the employee’s hand was off the machine the next time she looked.
“Now, you don’t press very hard if you just want a real light raspberry,” Callie dictated. “The harder you press down, the more intense the raspberry will be.”
“WOHOHOHOHOHOW! THAHAHAHAT REHEHEHEALLY TIHIHICKLEHEHES!” Jen’s laughing commentary was louder and longer as the employee pushed the machine more into her abdomen and held it there. “AHAHAHAND IHIHIHITS NOHOHOT STOHOHOPPIHIHING!”
“It won’t stop until I bring my hand up,” Callie announced as she pressed even harder, resulting in louder laughter out of her bound customer. Finally, after a few seconds of a fairly intense zerbert from the machine, the pressure was released, and Jen’s laughter dissolved into happy giggles. “And that’s how the Stomach Press works. Do either of you want to test it out?”
“This could be fun,” Maddie came up and pressed the machine into her best friend’s middle.
“WAHAHAHAHAIT!” Jen tried to stop her fellow Dungeon Tickler from restarting the machine. Usually, the threat of more raspberries would not give her pause, but she was still recovering from the earlier intense tickle when the next zerbert was initiated. “MAHAHADDIEHEHEHE! IHIHIHI NEHEHEHEED AHAHAHA BREHEHEHEAK!”
“Oh, I guess you do,” Maddie allowed after taking a look at Jen. “Your face is all red.”
“How about I get out the next tool, and we can come back to the Stomach Press later once Jen’s recovered a bit?” Callie suggested, and her two already-tickled customers agreed. After the machine had been removed from Jen’s midriff, the employee pulled out a paintbrush. “Now, I know this worked very well on Maddie, I believe it was?” Maddie nodded, although she had taken a reactive step back when the paintbrush reemerged from the box. “Does Jen have a ticklish bellybutton?”
“She does,” Wendy stepped in to answer, aware that Maddie likely had no desire to talk about tickle buttons with a paintbrush out. “Very ticklish.”
“Yep, I do,” Jen went ahead and also confirmed the statement, having recovered from the last machined raspberry.
“Then let’s see how well this works on you.” Although a little surprised that Jen stepped up to answer, Callie nonetheless dipped the paintbrush into the innie and began to swirl it around, just like she had done with Maddie.
“YEHEHEHES!” In stark contrast to Maddie’s earlier reaction to the paintbrush, Jen immediately exclaimed her enjoyment of the tickle tool. “IHIHIHITS SOHOHO TIHIHICKLY!”
“Well, I suppose it works,” the employee was still put off by her ticklee’s enthusiasm, but she could not deny the laughter that the paintbrush was causing. “Anyone else want to try it?” Wendy ended up giving the paintbrush a go, but Maddie wanted nothing to do with the tool. Following this, Jen was tickled by an array of tools that she absolutely adored, including electric toothbrushes, electric flossers, and a tickly twirling feather.
“Okay, so you apparently love being tickled on your tummy,” Callie had finally seemed to get over the shock of Jen’s positive attitude towards tickling by the time they reached feather dusters. “Does that feeling extend to feather dusters?”
“YEHEHEHES IHIHIHIT DOHOHOHOES!” Jen was planning on answering without laughter, but the employee wasted no time beginning a light brushing of the duster’s feathers on her bare belly. “IHIHIHITS THEHEHEHE BEHEHEHEST!”
“It is? Interesting,” Callie noted as she danced the duster on the inviting midriff before turning to Wendy and Maddie. “Either of you want a turn with this one?”
“I’d be happy to give Jen a tickling that she enjoys,” Maddie accepted the handle from the current tickler.
“YEHEHEHES MAHAHADS YEHEHEHES!” Jen finally got back to calling Maddie by her nickname when the tickler pushed the tickle tool in and forced even more feathers across the abdomen. “THIHIHIS IHIHIHIS SOHOHO GREHEHEHEAT!”
“Perfect,” Maddie smiled down at her ticklee, who would have returned the gesture even if the tickly feathers did not force her to. “Tickle, tickle, tickle, Jen! I’ve got your tummy in a happy trance!”
“YEHEHES YOUHUHU DOHOHOHO!” Jen did not hesitate to agree. She continued to let laughter flow freely out of her as the enjoyably ticklish sensations rippled through her body. Soon after, Wendy took over, and Jen’s attitude remained the exact same. The ticklee loved the feel of several feathers fluttering over her stomach, and nothing could take that lovely feeling away.
“Alright, next up, we have Q-tips,” Callie deadpanned the room as the Tickle Mistress lifted the feather duster from the ticklish torso.
Jen attempted not to show her fear of the singular tickle torture tool by just taking deep breaths as recovery from the feather duster tickles, and she was somewhat successful. Of course, just as she was thinking that she was not going to reveal how much she hated Q-tips before the tickling started, Jen made the mistake of looking at Maddie. Her best friend’s face was twisted into a devious smile, and she was clearly excited to use the Q-tip. Upon seeing that evil smile, the illusion that Jen had control of the situation was broken, and she sucked her stomach away from that face and the Q-tip. Fear flew onto the ticklee’s face, and her gaze was locked on that tormenting look from her best friend. Seeing this, Maddie curled her lips further, taking advantage of one of the few times she could intimidate Jen with tickling.
“Oh, maybe Q-tips are your weakness?” Callie’s words, although painfully true for Jen, did not move the ticklee’s eyes. “Guess we’ll just have to see.”
“NOHOHOHO STAHAHAHAP!” Jen screamed when a Q-tip suddenly hit her tickle button. Her eyes finally disengaged with Maddie’s, and she took a quick look down to her navel before snapping them shut. “NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE!”
“Well, that worked,” Callie lightly swirled the Q-tip around the bellybutton as Jen screamed for mercy. “Anyone else want to try?”
“I’ll go,” Wendy volunteered after a pause. Had Jen been able to focus on her ticklers’ actions, she may have realized that Maddie probably gave the Tickle Mistress the go-ahead to tickle with the Q-tip first. However, her eyes were closed and all she could hear was her own screaming laughter. “Hey, Jen,” Wendy finally was able to get through to Jen when she took the Q-tip out and leaned by the ticklee’s ear. Already somewhat exhausted and afraid of what was about to come next, Jen managed to twist her head towards Wendy’s voice. “This is for using a hairbrush on my feet.”
“WEHEHENDY NOHOHOHOHO!” Jen wasted no time begging for a cessation of the Q-tip tickling upon its second initiation. “IHIHIHI CAHAHANT!”
“Of course you can take it, Jen,” the Tickle Mistress mocked her ticklee. “You’ll just hate it as you take it.”
“GEHEHET IHIHIHIT OHOHOHOUT!” Jen attempted to give a demand, but the laughter significantly diluted the authority and made it seem more like a frantic request, which was not entirely inaccurate. “STAHAHAHAP!”
“Okay, Wendy, you can stop; it’s my turn!” Maddie managed to announce over her best friend’s laughter. Wendy removed the Q-tip from the tickle button and handed it off to Maddie, who patted Jen’s bare belly with her free hand. “Jen, Jen, Jen, Jen, Jen,” she admonished the ticklee until the latter was able to lift her head and lock eyes. “You know how you wanted to be a jerk to me with the paintbrushes?” Jen’s face was already covered in terror, so her head sunk back down into the pillow as evidence that she was more scared than before. “I can be just as much of a jerk to you now.”
“Mads, plea-” Jen started.
“Torture time,” Maddie cut her best friend off and then rushed the Q-tip down to the bellybutton.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jen went right to pure laughter the moment that the tickle torture tool made contact. “MAHAHAHA NAHAHAHA!” Already fairly worn out from the previous Q-tip ticklings, the ticklee could not even form individual words to beg Maddie for freedom.
“Tickle… tickle… tickle,” Maddie’s voice was more dominant than teasing, and her countenance made sure that Jen knew this was intended to be a tickle torture in all aspects of the phrase. Her hand twisted and twirled the Q-tip all around the navel, pushing Jen further and further into ticklish delusion. Just when Jen thought her mind was going to go blank, though, the tickling suddenly stopped, and Maddie began to massage her belly to bring her back. When the tickler spoke again, her voice was soft, “I think you’ve had enough Q-tip tickles, Jen. What do you want to do now?”
“I think I’ve had enough for now,” Jen declared, and Maddie indicated to Callie that they should skip the remaining tools. After the final ticklee was released from the rack, the two future Dungeon Ticklers acquired at least two of each of the tickle tools they had tested, getting more feather dusters and makeup brushes because Jen and Maddie respectively really enjoyed being tickled by them. Also, despite hating the tool with a passion, Jen discreetly purchased a couple more Q-tips that she could use to ticklishly perk her best friend up.
Once they had all their tickle tools, the trio headed out of Teases and Torments, and they noticed that it had started to get dark while they were in the store. “Well, as much as I hate to say it, I’d better take you two to your apartment for good,” Wendy announced, hesitation in her voice. “It’s already 8pm, and you’ve got Dungeon Tickler Training tomorrow at 8am.”
“Yeah, I guess we should get back,” Jen acknowledged sadly, and the T cart took the silent group to Sixteen Swirls.
After parking and helping her mentees get everything inside, the Tickle Mistress waited in the living room to give Jen and Maddie parting remarks. “Jen, Maddie, thank you so much for spending the weekend with me. It was a blast.”
“Thanks so much for having us over,” Jen embraced her mentor. “I loved that weekend.”
“So did I,” Maddie also gave Wendy a hug after Jen was finished.
“I hope you have a wonderful time at Dungeon Tickler Training, and I’ll be sure to have you over sometime when you’re free,” the Tickle Mistress proclaimed before she took out a post-it note from her pocket. “And here is my number. Let me know if you two need anything or just want to hang out. I’ll look forward to seeing you again.”
“So will we,” Jen stated as Maddie nodded and took the note. “Goodbye, Wendy.”
“Goodbye for now,” Wendy conditioned her departure message, and she was echoed by the two. With that, the Tickle Mistress walked out to her T cart, and Jen and Maddie were finally alone in their new home.
The rest of the night passed by fairly quickly, starting with Jen and Maddie calling their parents. Following that, they took a little time to organize their beds and rooms before meeting out in the kitchen. Jen decided that they should use their crockpot to make something for dinner after Dungeon Tickler Training, and she volunteered to get up early to make some chili. With that decided, the two talked while they made sandwiches for lunch, and then they decided to both go to bed. Jen set her alarm and fell into a fitful sleep, content with her current position but worrying a little bit about what Dungeon Tickler Training would be like.
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