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Here is part 2 of Chapter 23 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 23: Dungeon Tickler Training, Part 1
Tuesday morning was much better than Monday had been. The previous night’s tickling had led to good sleep for both future Dungeon Ticklers, and their alarms woke up two energetic women ready to face the day. With the bowls of cereal just energizing the two even more, they happily discussed Dungeon Tickler Training until they had finished breakfast. Then the two continued with their morning routine until around 6:45, when they were both itching to get out the door and on their way to Dungeon Tickler Training. Just like the previous day’s subway ride, Jen ended up laughing quite a bit, but this time, Maddie’s tickle button was discovered near the end, and she endured a short bout of tickling.
Despite having her navel tickled, Maddie was still in good spirits when she and Jen arrived at Dungeon Tickler Training. The two changed into the Dungeon Tickler outfits before hanging out with the other few students who had arrived extra early. At 8:00am sharp, Adrianna entered the room and class began.
“Everyone, I’m glad to see that the whole class made it back for another day of Dungeon Tickler Training,” the instructor broadcasted. “As I mentioned yesterday, today will be the first day of testing you with machines. You will each be assigned one room, and you will stay there for the duration of today’s testing. The machine will switch up spots every hour and a half for four separate tests, and to pass each test, you are required to find the most sensitive spot and tickle it for at least an hour of that time. Following the four tests, which include a lunch break after the second one, the machine will punish you for any failures. You will get half an hour of tickle torture for each failed test. Machine testing will go on for three days, with twelve tests total, and you need to pass eight of these twelve tests to continue with Dungeon Tickler Training. Should you run out of failures, the machine will keep you for an extra half hour, and then I will tickle you for fifteen minutes as punishment. You will be dismissed from Dungeon Tickler Training following my personal punishment of you. If I am not available one day to give you your punishment, you are required to come in the next day before your official dismissal. Does everyone understand? Good, then let’s head to a practice machine, and I will demonstrate a shorter tickling test so that you know what to expect.”
Adrianna proceeded to wreck the human-like machine’s feet for five minutes, and then she moved to the ribs for a minute, as to demonstrate the laughter that the ticklers should hear and not hear. “If you finish your testing and any punishments early, you should come back into the practice dungeon and classroom to practice your bondage and review the Dungeon Tickler code,” the instructor gave one final announcement before assigning machine rooms to individual trainees. As she was heading to her machine room, Jen whispered to Maddie that they should discuss something at lunch, but she could not be specific before the two were needed in their separate rooms.
Jen breezed through the first two tests before sitting down at a lunch table with Maddie and a few other trainees. “Maddie,” she addressed her best friend quietly, “I think we should keep how we do secret each night. Just so we’re not feeling pressure to be perfect or anything like that. We can discuss final results after Thursday, but nothing specific before then.”
“That sounds like a good idea,” Maddie quickly agreed, and then their conversation reached its normal level as they talked with the other trainees.
After lunch, Jen breezed through the remaining two tests before heading to the practice dungeon. Maddie met her on the way, and the two exchanged quick greetings before entering the dungeon and finding ticklees to practice on. For the remainder of Dungeon Tickler Training, they worked on tying up the ticklees to different bondage devices while under the careful eye of experienced Dungeon Ticklers. They did see a couple of people lining up for their full punishment at the hands of Adrianna after the instructor announced the end of Tuesday’s training.
The subway ride back was ticklish for Jen, but not Maddie. Upon arriving at their home after a ticklish ride back, the non-tickled passenger got the chili out and heated it up for dinner. Despite the two having promised not to talk about how the Dungeon Tickler tests went, their meeting outside the practice dungeon revealed that they had both passed all four tests, and the apartment was filled with content happiness.
After finishing dinner, clearing the table, and calling their parents, the two settled down in the living room. “Maddie,” Jen addressed her best friend, who was already sitting down and waiting for Jen to join her.
“Yep?” Maddie wondered why her roommate had not taken a seat next to her.
“Lay down,” Jen instructed.
“No,” Maddie was hesitant to do that, especially since Jen had been tickled in the same position the previous night.
“Do it; you tickled me last night, and it’s my turn tonight,” Jen repeated her directive.
“No, Jen!” Maddie adamantly refused, covering up her midsection for emphasis. “I’m not letting you tickle me!”
“I’ll be nice; just lay down,” Jen added the slightest motivation for Maddie to do as she said.
“No, Jen, I trust that you’ll try, but there’s no way for you to be nice while tickling me,” Maddie continued to stubbornly defy her best friend.
“Maddie, I promise that if you lay down now, I’ll be nice,” Jen insisted. “But if you don’t lay down right now, I’ll have to force you down, and you know I can do that. And if I have to force you down, I’m going to be a little mean. Maddie, I’m just trying to pay you back for last night. That tickling that you gave me was tons of fun, and I want to return the favor.”
“Jen, if you were going to do something other than tickling me, I’d believe you,” Maddie was still unconvinced. “But if you’re really going to tickle me, I just can’t see you staying nice throughout the whole thing, no matter how hard you try. Your way of returning that favor just will not work.”
“Last chance,” Jen plopped down beside her best friend. “Otherwise, I’ll have TOHOHAHAHA!”
“It won’t WOHOAHAHAHA!” Maddie had taken the hands defending her bellybutton and plunged them into Jen’s bare belly in a preemptive strike, and it quickly became apparent that she had erred in doing so. Immediately after her midsection came under attack, Jen retaliated, sticking her pointer finger in Maddie’s defenseless navel and corkscrewing it around. The typical tickler was unprepared for such a quick revenge tickle, and she squirmed away from the wiggling finger and weakened her own tickle assault. Jen, however, had predicted both the preemptive strike and Maddie’s reaction to the counterattack, and she continued to twist her finger back and forth in her best friend’s tickle button. Maddie continued to squirm away until Jen changed her angle, at which point the ticklee was forced to push her back into the couch. As Maddie laughed, the tickler used her left hand, which was not tickling at the moment, to pull the Tuesday ticklee down into the desired laying position. Jen’s right pointer finger continued to tickle and tickle and tickle in the target button, draining energy from the helpless ticklee. Before very long, Jen used her advantage to sufficiently tire her best friend out, and she put Maddie’s hands in the couch’s wrist chains. The tickler then picked her ticklee’s legs up and deposited them on the couch before sitting on them and securing the ankles to the other end of the couch.
“Now, Maddie, that was the hard way of doing this,” Jen reprimanded her ticklee once Maddie was fully restrained and Jen was sitting on her upper legs. “I tried to give you a chance to do it the easy way, and because you refused, you earned yourself that tickling, plus a little more punishment. Then we can get to the fun tickles. If you hadn’t resisted, we could have just done the fun tickles.”
“Jen, please, no more tickles; that was enough,” Maddie remained unconvinced that she could be tickled but not tortured. “I can’t take any more.”
“You’ll thank me later, but not for the next few minutes,” Jen got up and straddled Maddie in the same way as the fun Monday tickles, albeit with tickler and ticklee swapped. “PFFFFFFT!”
“NOHOHOHOHOHO!” Maddie squealed as the first raspberry hit her bellybutton. “JEHEHEN PLEHEHEASE!”
“PFFT! PFFFFFT! PFFFFFFFT!” Jen blew three more zerberts in relatively quick succession, and then she stopped to take a breath, leaving a finger wiggling back and forth to fill the tickle space. “Remember what I said, Maddie. If you had not resisted, this would not have happened at all. But until I decide you’ve had enough punishment, PFFFFT!”
“STAHAHAP! STAHAHAHAHAP! HAHAHAHAHA!” the weak ticklee gave in to pure laughter within a minute of the torturous belly blowing, but Jen just continued to tickle. The tickler alternated short bursts of multiple raspberries with poking and wiggling fingers for four minutes before abruptly ceasing the tickle torture.
“Now, Maddie, the punishment’s over, but none of that needed to happen,” the dominant future Dungeon Tickler announced. “You need to learn that I can give you nice tickles and that you can accept them. And now it’s time for those nice tickles.”
“They won’t matter,” Maddie stopped Jen from commencing the second phase of tickling immediately. “I’ll hate them, just like all tickles, no matter how much you try.”
“Hmmm.” The simple sound coming out of Jen’s mouth expressed her disappointment with Maddie’s lack of trust in her.
‘I mean, I guess she’s got her reasons for stubbornly holding onto such an incorrect view,’ Jen allowed. ‘It was reasonable for her to hold such a view in the past, but that reasoning went away shortly after we arrived at the Tickle Cartel. I know how to tickle Maddie nicely, and she’s just going to have to experience it for herself. However, now that I think about it, I do suppose I can take advantage of her stubbornness to make it better.’
“Maddie, since you won’t trust me, I need to grab something else,” Jen proclaimed. “I’m still not going to punish you anymore, but I think this might help.”
“It won’t matter, not at all,” Maddie continued to lament as Jen got up and headed to the closet where the two had stored their tickle tools.
“Here, let’s get this on you, and then you’ll see how nice I can be,” the tickler declared as she held up a blindfold.
“Nothing matters anymore; I’m going to be tickle tortured again,” Maddie despairingly allowed the blindfold to eliminate her eyesight, figuring that it might as well be better to not see the tool of her upcoming demise.
“Okay, time for the fun tickles!” Jen straddled Maddie again, and she picked out a Q-tip from her pocket. After her obligatory shiver at seeing the only tool capable of torturing her, the tickler lowered it down and slid it into her best friend’s tickle button.
“EHEHEHAHAHAHA WAHAHAHAIT IHIHIHIS THAHAHAT?” Maddie immediately perked up as she began to endure a lighter round of tickling.
“It’s a Q-tip, Maddie,” Jen happily broadcasted. “You know, the tool that you like being tickled with? I got it out so I could tickle you and be nice at the same time.”
“OHOHOKAHAHAY THIHIHIS IHIHIHIS FIHIHINE!” Maddie accepted the Q-tip tickles. “IHIHIHI CAHAHAN DOHOHOHO THIHIHIHIS!”
“What did I tell you?” Jen playfully reprimanded her best friend as she swirled the cotton swab around. “I told you you’d enjoy this, and you love it!”
“YEHEHES YOUHUHU WEHEHERE RIHIHIHIGHT AHAHA!” Maddie squealed out as her personal favorite tickle tool danced in her tickle button.
“Of course I was right,” Jen claimed another little victory. “So, Mads, am I your favorite best friend again? Am I? Am I? Am I?” With the last trio of questions, Jen swished the Q-tip back and forth in the button, from the left wall to the right wall and back.
“YEHEHES YEHEHEHES YEHEHEHEHEHES!” Maddie answered each successive question with a more resounding affirmative. “IHIHIHI LOHOHOVE THIHIHIHIS!”
“I knew I’d get you to say that; I just knew it!” Jen was ecstatic that her best friend was learning to enjoy being tickled, even if it took a devastatingly torturous tool to teach her such a lesson. “So, Mads, how about we test how long you can take being on the receiving end of a fun tickling?”
“SUHUHUHURE!” Maddie commenced the test.
The next few hours were loads of fun for the two best friends. Although Maddie could not take as much tickling as Jen, either at once or in cumulation, she still had a great time when given the proper breaks. The tickler ended up giving her ticklee five- or ten-minute tickle sessions, followed by equally long breaks, until Maddie bowed out.
After Maddie was unbound and the two were sitting side by side on the couch, Jen inquired, “So, Maddie, next time I want to give you a fun tickling, are you going to resist?”
“No, I think I’ll trust you next time,” Maddie dictated. “You showed me that it doesn’t always have to be you on the receiving end for a fun time. And I am sorry that I went ahead and resisted you this time. That wasn’t my smartest move.”
“I think I can get over that,” Jen winked, and Maddie gave her a playful side tickle to follow the mood. “EEP! Hehe.” Just like that, both women began giggling, keeping the room’s mood light. “Hey, want to watch another show?”
“You bet!” Maddie immediately agreed, and the night moved on with both apartment occupants happy. After a few episodes, Maddie leaned her head against Jen’s shoulder, and both women came to the realization that it was getting late. They both quickly got ready and headed to bed, with one more day of Dungeon Tickler Training having passed.
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Tuesday morning was much better than Monday had been. The previous night’s tickling had led to good sleep for both future Dungeon Ticklers, and their alarms woke up two energetic women ready to face the day. With the bowls of cereal just energizing the two even more, they happily discussed Dungeon Tickler Training until they had finished breakfast. Then the two continued with their morning routine until around 6:45, when they were both itching to get out the door and on their way to Dungeon Tickler Training. Just like the previous day’s subway ride, Jen ended up laughing quite a bit, but this time, Maddie’s tickle button was discovered near the end, and she endured a short bout of tickling.
Despite having her navel tickled, Maddie was still in good spirits when she and Jen arrived at Dungeon Tickler Training. The two changed into the Dungeon Tickler outfits before hanging out with the other few students who had arrived extra early. At 8:00am sharp, Adrianna entered the room and class began.
“Everyone, I’m glad to see that the whole class made it back for another day of Dungeon Tickler Training,” the instructor broadcasted. “As I mentioned yesterday, today will be the first day of testing you with machines. You will each be assigned one room, and you will stay there for the duration of today’s testing. The machine will switch up spots every hour and a half for four separate tests, and to pass each test, you are required to find the most sensitive spot and tickle it for at least an hour of that time. Following the four tests, which include a lunch break after the second one, the machine will punish you for any failures. You will get half an hour of tickle torture for each failed test. Machine testing will go on for three days, with twelve tests total, and you need to pass eight of these twelve tests to continue with Dungeon Tickler Training. Should you run out of failures, the machine will keep you for an extra half hour, and then I will tickle you for fifteen minutes as punishment. You will be dismissed from Dungeon Tickler Training following my personal punishment of you. If I am not available one day to give you your punishment, you are required to come in the next day before your official dismissal. Does everyone understand? Good, then let’s head to a practice machine, and I will demonstrate a shorter tickling test so that you know what to expect.”
Adrianna proceeded to wreck the human-like machine’s feet for five minutes, and then she moved to the ribs for a minute, as to demonstrate the laughter that the ticklers should hear and not hear. “If you finish your testing and any punishments early, you should come back into the practice dungeon and classroom to practice your bondage and review the Dungeon Tickler code,” the instructor gave one final announcement before assigning machine rooms to individual trainees. As she was heading to her machine room, Jen whispered to Maddie that they should discuss something at lunch, but she could not be specific before the two were needed in their separate rooms.
Jen breezed through the first two tests before sitting down at a lunch table with Maddie and a few other trainees. “Maddie,” she addressed her best friend quietly, “I think we should keep how we do secret each night. Just so we’re not feeling pressure to be perfect or anything like that. We can discuss final results after Thursday, but nothing specific before then.”
“That sounds like a good idea,” Maddie quickly agreed, and then their conversation reached its normal level as they talked with the other trainees.
After lunch, Jen breezed through the remaining two tests before heading to the practice dungeon. Maddie met her on the way, and the two exchanged quick greetings before entering the dungeon and finding ticklees to practice on. For the remainder of Dungeon Tickler Training, they worked on tying up the ticklees to different bondage devices while under the careful eye of experienced Dungeon Ticklers. They did see a couple of people lining up for their full punishment at the hands of Adrianna after the instructor announced the end of Tuesday’s training.
The subway ride back was ticklish for Jen, but not Maddie. Upon arriving at their home after a ticklish ride back, the non-tickled passenger got the chili out and heated it up for dinner. Despite the two having promised not to talk about how the Dungeon Tickler tests went, their meeting outside the practice dungeon revealed that they had both passed all four tests, and the apartment was filled with content happiness.
After finishing dinner, clearing the table, and calling their parents, the two settled down in the living room. “Maddie,” Jen addressed her best friend, who was already sitting down and waiting for Jen to join her.
“Yep?” Maddie wondered why her roommate had not taken a seat next to her.
“Lay down,” Jen instructed.
“No,” Maddie was hesitant to do that, especially since Jen had been tickled in the same position the previous night.
“Do it; you tickled me last night, and it’s my turn tonight,” Jen repeated her directive.
“No, Jen!” Maddie adamantly refused, covering up her midsection for emphasis. “I’m not letting you tickle me!”
“I’ll be nice; just lay down,” Jen added the slightest motivation for Maddie to do as she said.
“No, Jen, I trust that you’ll try, but there’s no way for you to be nice while tickling me,” Maddie continued to stubbornly defy her best friend.
“Maddie, I promise that if you lay down now, I’ll be nice,” Jen insisted. “But if you don’t lay down right now, I’ll have to force you down, and you know I can do that. And if I have to force you down, I’m going to be a little mean. Maddie, I’m just trying to pay you back for last night. That tickling that you gave me was tons of fun, and I want to return the favor.”
“Jen, if you were going to do something other than tickling me, I’d believe you,” Maddie was still unconvinced. “But if you’re really going to tickle me, I just can’t see you staying nice throughout the whole thing, no matter how hard you try. Your way of returning that favor just will not work.”
“Last chance,” Jen plopped down beside her best friend. “Otherwise, I’ll have TOHOHAHAHA!”
“It won’t WOHOAHAHAHA!” Maddie had taken the hands defending her bellybutton and plunged them into Jen’s bare belly in a preemptive strike, and it quickly became apparent that she had erred in doing so. Immediately after her midsection came under attack, Jen retaliated, sticking her pointer finger in Maddie’s defenseless navel and corkscrewing it around. The typical tickler was unprepared for such a quick revenge tickle, and she squirmed away from the wiggling finger and weakened her own tickle assault. Jen, however, had predicted both the preemptive strike and Maddie’s reaction to the counterattack, and she continued to twist her finger back and forth in her best friend’s tickle button. Maddie continued to squirm away until Jen changed her angle, at which point the ticklee was forced to push her back into the couch. As Maddie laughed, the tickler used her left hand, which was not tickling at the moment, to pull the Tuesday ticklee down into the desired laying position. Jen’s right pointer finger continued to tickle and tickle and tickle in the target button, draining energy from the helpless ticklee. Before very long, Jen used her advantage to sufficiently tire her best friend out, and she put Maddie’s hands in the couch’s wrist chains. The tickler then picked her ticklee’s legs up and deposited them on the couch before sitting on them and securing the ankles to the other end of the couch.
“Now, Maddie, that was the hard way of doing this,” Jen reprimanded her ticklee once Maddie was fully restrained and Jen was sitting on her upper legs. “I tried to give you a chance to do it the easy way, and because you refused, you earned yourself that tickling, plus a little more punishment. Then we can get to the fun tickles. If you hadn’t resisted, we could have just done the fun tickles.”
“Jen, please, no more tickles; that was enough,” Maddie remained unconvinced that she could be tickled but not tortured. “I can’t take any more.”
“You’ll thank me later, but not for the next few minutes,” Jen got up and straddled Maddie in the same way as the fun Monday tickles, albeit with tickler and ticklee swapped. “PFFFFFFT!”
“NOHOHOHOHOHO!” Maddie squealed as the first raspberry hit her bellybutton. “JEHEHEN PLEHEHEASE!”
“PFFT! PFFFFFT! PFFFFFFFT!” Jen blew three more zerberts in relatively quick succession, and then she stopped to take a breath, leaving a finger wiggling back and forth to fill the tickle space. “Remember what I said, Maddie. If you had not resisted, this would not have happened at all. But until I decide you’ve had enough punishment, PFFFFT!”
“STAHAHAP! STAHAHAHAHAP! HAHAHAHAHA!” the weak ticklee gave in to pure laughter within a minute of the torturous belly blowing, but Jen just continued to tickle. The tickler alternated short bursts of multiple raspberries with poking and wiggling fingers for four minutes before abruptly ceasing the tickle torture.
“Now, Maddie, the punishment’s over, but none of that needed to happen,” the dominant future Dungeon Tickler announced. “You need to learn that I can give you nice tickles and that you can accept them. And now it’s time for those nice tickles.”
“They won’t matter,” Maddie stopped Jen from commencing the second phase of tickling immediately. “I’ll hate them, just like all tickles, no matter how much you try.”
“Hmmm.” The simple sound coming out of Jen’s mouth expressed her disappointment with Maddie’s lack of trust in her.
‘I mean, I guess she’s got her reasons for stubbornly holding onto such an incorrect view,’ Jen allowed. ‘It was reasonable for her to hold such a view in the past, but that reasoning went away shortly after we arrived at the Tickle Cartel. I know how to tickle Maddie nicely, and she’s just going to have to experience it for herself. However, now that I think about it, I do suppose I can take advantage of her stubbornness to make it better.’
“Maddie, since you won’t trust me, I need to grab something else,” Jen proclaimed. “I’m still not going to punish you anymore, but I think this might help.”
“It won’t matter, not at all,” Maddie continued to lament as Jen got up and headed to the closet where the two had stored their tickle tools.
“Here, let’s get this on you, and then you’ll see how nice I can be,” the tickler declared as she held up a blindfold.
“Nothing matters anymore; I’m going to be tickle tortured again,” Maddie despairingly allowed the blindfold to eliminate her eyesight, figuring that it might as well be better to not see the tool of her upcoming demise.
“Okay, time for the fun tickles!” Jen straddled Maddie again, and she picked out a Q-tip from her pocket. After her obligatory shiver at seeing the only tool capable of torturing her, the tickler lowered it down and slid it into her best friend’s tickle button.
“EHEHEHAHAHAHA WAHAHAHAIT IHIHIHIS THAHAHAT?” Maddie immediately perked up as she began to endure a lighter round of tickling.
“It’s a Q-tip, Maddie,” Jen happily broadcasted. “You know, the tool that you like being tickled with? I got it out so I could tickle you and be nice at the same time.”
“OHOHOKAHAHAY THIHIHIS IHIHIHIS FIHIHINE!” Maddie accepted the Q-tip tickles. “IHIHIHI CAHAHAN DOHOHOHO THIHIHIHIS!”
“What did I tell you?” Jen playfully reprimanded her best friend as she swirled the cotton swab around. “I told you you’d enjoy this, and you love it!”
“YEHEHES YOUHUHU WEHEHERE RIHIHIHIGHT AHAHA!” Maddie squealed out as her personal favorite tickle tool danced in her tickle button.
“Of course I was right,” Jen claimed another little victory. “So, Mads, am I your favorite best friend again? Am I? Am I? Am I?” With the last trio of questions, Jen swished the Q-tip back and forth in the button, from the left wall to the right wall and back.
“YEHEHES YEHEHEHES YEHEHEHEHEHES!” Maddie answered each successive question with a more resounding affirmative. “IHIHIHI LOHOHOVE THIHIHIHIS!”
“I knew I’d get you to say that; I just knew it!” Jen was ecstatic that her best friend was learning to enjoy being tickled, even if it took a devastatingly torturous tool to teach her such a lesson. “So, Mads, how about we test how long you can take being on the receiving end of a fun tickling?”
“SUHUHUHURE!” Maddie commenced the test.
The next few hours were loads of fun for the two best friends. Although Maddie could not take as much tickling as Jen, either at once or in cumulation, she still had a great time when given the proper breaks. The tickler ended up giving her ticklee five- or ten-minute tickle sessions, followed by equally long breaks, until Maddie bowed out.
After Maddie was unbound and the two were sitting side by side on the couch, Jen inquired, “So, Maddie, next time I want to give you a fun tickling, are you going to resist?”
“No, I think I’ll trust you next time,” Maddie dictated. “You showed me that it doesn’t always have to be you on the receiving end for a fun time. And I am sorry that I went ahead and resisted you this time. That wasn’t my smartest move.”
“I think I can get over that,” Jen winked, and Maddie gave her a playful side tickle to follow the mood. “EEP! Hehe.” Just like that, both women began giggling, keeping the room’s mood light. “Hey, want to watch another show?”
“You bet!” Maddie immediately agreed, and the night moved on with both apartment occupants happy. After a few episodes, Maddie leaned her head against Jen’s shoulder, and both women came to the realization that it was getting late. They both quickly got ready and headed to bed, with one more day of Dungeon Tickler Training having passed.
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