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Here is Part 3 of Chapter 7 of The Tickle Cartel.
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Chapter 7: Palace Night: Dungeon, Part 2
Jen was shaking in nervous anticipation as Dungeon Mistress Yvette put her nails back on Jen’s bare belly. Having already been tickle tortured for five minutes, which had felt like hours, by the cruel mistress, Jen was horrified at the thought of any continuation of the torture. But Dungeon Mistress Yvette had that evil glint in her eyes, and combined with her actions so far, Jen had good reason to believe that her ordeal was not quite over.
Seeing her victim quiver at the slightest touch of her nails to the ticklish skin brought glee to Dungeon Mistress Yvette, and her eyes showed that she was clearly relishing this control over Jen. She was by far the most merciless of all the ticklers in the Royal Tickle Dungeon; that was one of the main reasons she was the Dungeon Mistress instead of a mere Dungeon Tickler like Kara. For another few seconds, she let Jen panic about what was coming to her, and then she attacked.
Fingernails flew all over the super sensitive stomach, causing Jen to throw her head back in laughter, not fully prepared for the intense tickling, “AHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHA!”
“Good, just laugh, you helpless, ticklish prisoner,” Dungeon Mistress Yvette continued to tease Jen as she tickled all over the tummy, paying special attention to Jen’s hypersensitive bellybutton. Jen thrashed her head side to side as she screamed in tortured laughter, but the restraints prevented her from moving her midsection at all, proving that she was indeed helpless against the tickling assault.
The tickling stopped just as fast as it started, just half a minute later. A red-faced Jen was still stuck in the throes of laughter as Dungeon Mistress Yvette turned to Kara and commanded, “Release her, Kara. As fun as she is to tickle, I don’t want Queen Mistress Heather to learn that I tortured her when she was supposed to be on a tour and sentence me to be tickled by you.” Kara was slack-jawed, still surprised that her superior had driven Jen to torturous laughter so quickly, but she shook her head to focus and followed orders. By the time she got over to Jen, the ticklish victim had stopped laughing and gone to panting for breath, clearly exhausted by what had been done to her. Kara unbound Jen, allowing her to lean on her shoulder to recover. As the three went to exit the cell, Jen being helped along by Kara, Dungeon Mistress Yvette leaned in and whispered to Jen, “I hope you come back to visit so we can have some more fun, Jen. You were so fun to tickle, and I’d love another session with you. Do me a favor and have Queen Mistress Heather send you back down here.” With a wink, she ended her conversation, and the terrified look on Jen’s face made it all worth it for her.
‘I may have met the only tickler that can tickle me better than Maddie with just nails,’ Jen realized internally. ‘That was all pure torture, and I need to make sure Queen Mistress Heather doesn’t send me down to get tickled by her. Ever.’
When the three exited the cell, Dungeon Mistress Yvette addressed Kara, “Kara, it’s your tour from here on. I have other business to attend to right now, but make sure to show our guest a good time. Goodbye.”
‘Phew!’ Jen was so happy when Dungeon Mistress Yvette was out of sight that she even thought her legs were gaining back some strength from the exhaustion. Trying to walk on her own for just a second proved that wrong, and she fell on the ground right away, troubled by wobbled legs. ‘Well, maybe not.’
“You alright?” Kara leaned down and offered Jen her hand, slightly alarmed at how fast Jen had fallen.
“Just a bit exhausted from the tickling; that’s all,” Jen took Kara’s hand and accepted the help walking.
“Let’s get you some water,” Kara gave Jen a quick hug as she helped her to what appeared to be a break room. After sitting Jen down, she fetched a water bottle for each of them. “Drink up; you’re going to need it. These tours tend to be exhausting for both tickler and ticklee, and you’re going to have both of those roles.” Jen gulped down a quarter of the water bottle, then looked up at Kara, more color in her face. “Feeling a bit better?”
“Yep,” Jen was not feeling quite back to normal, but she could definitely walk and maybe even take some tickling now. “That was just…”
“The most intense tickling you’ve ever been through?” Kara finished the sentence, and Jen nodded. “Yep, I’ve had her tickle me, too. She is probably the most talented tickler I’ve ever been tortured by, and believe me, there’s nothing but tickle torture from her. No teasing tickles like what I did to you in the elevator, no light tickles. She goes straight in for your most ticklish spot and tickles it until she’s had enough. Teases you like crazy while she’s at it, although not all of those get through.”
“Yeah, I didn’t hear anything she was saying after about a few seconds,” Jen admitted, continuing to drink water to refresh herself. “It was just tickling all over my tummy, and it felt like she was tickling for hours. I couldn’t even escape to my thoughts.”
“That’s Dungeon Mistress Yvette for you,” Kara declared. “It even jarred me a little watching you get tickled by her. Just a reminder of what she can put me or any other Dungeon Tickler through whenever she wants.” After letting that sink in for a minute or so, Kara moved on, “You want to use the restroom before we start the tour?” Jen did, and after she was back out, Kara led her to a contraption that Jen was sure could hold her entire body. “This is our Sensitivity Measurement Machine. Every ticklee has to go through it so that we have a map of where you are ticklish. However, you’ve already gone through much worse. Compared to Dungeon Mistress Yvette, this will be a breeze. It specializes in light tickling, and it should only test you for ten minutes. If that last tickling felt like hours, this should feel like a minute or so.” Relieved that she would be getting lighter tickling this time, Jen willingly got in the machine after Kara opened it, her body sinking into the comfortable seat. Kara closed the machine, and Jen felt soft restraints go over her wrists and ankles, spreading her out in a T position but keeping her comfortable. Once the machine was closed, the comfortable material surrounding Jen retracted, except from where she was sitting, exposing her body to the ticklish intentions of the machine. “Alright, I’m going to start it up now.”
“HEHEHEHEHE!” Jen started giggling as she felt feathers tickling around her neck and armpits.
‘I like this,’ Jen thought as a smile overtook her face, both from the tickles themselves and how it was making her feel. ‘Especially after that last tickling, this is so nice. Even relaxing. I could do this for a while.’ She wiggled around a little to get slightly more comfortable, enjoying the light tickling on her neck and armpits.
Within around fifteen seconds, the feathers retracted, and she felt fingers tickling up and down her bare ribs, appearing to count each of them. They dug in a little bit, so it was not quite light tickling, but Jen knew that this was necessary to get laughs out of her ribs. Similar to how she had reacted when Kara did this to her in the elevator, Jen began laughing a bit harder, mixing in a few giggles when the fingers hit a less sensitive spot, “AHAHAHAHEHEHEAHAHAHAHAHA! IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLEHES! SOHAHAHAHAHOHOHO MUHUHUHUHEHECH!”
Despite the increase in laughter, Jen was still having a good time, ‘This definitely tickles more, but it’s like when Kara did it. I love having my ribs counted, especially when it’s not too hard. And this is perfect for getting lots of laughs out of me. Oh, that brings me back to when Maddie…’ Jen’s thoughts were interrupted when the fingers got down to the bottom of her ribs and then left her body, leading her to realize what was about to happen. ‘Well, that means my belly is next.’ Instinctively, even though she did not really want to, Jen sucked her stomach in when she saw the slightest edge of a feather come out of the machine.
“HEHEHE! It’s going to tickle me!” Jen could not even contain her giggles as the feathers approached her most sensitive spot. So focused was she on the feathers that were coming towards the front of her midriff that Jen failed to notice the fingers going for her sides until they poked her ever so lightly. “AAA!” Surprised by the sudden side tickle, Jen arched her back, leading her belly and bellybutton right into the feather trap she had been half afraid of. Soon she realized that the feathers tickled a lot more, and she sucked her body back in to get those devilish feathers away from her bellybutton, to no avail. The feathers followed her hypersensitive navel and the rest of her midsection, and she was soon caught under a combined assault from the feathers on the front of her tummy and the fingers on her sides. “NAHAHAHA THAHAHAHAHAT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHEHES EHEHEVERYWHEHEHERE!”
Despite the fact that her most ticklish spot was being tickled, Jen was still free to think, since the tickling was rather light, ‘I guess Kara really was right about this machine. This is nothing like the torturous tickling I’ve had to endure since I met the Tickle Cartel. It’s more like teasing tickles, like… like the ones Maddie used to do all the time when I was too tired to really be tickled. It tickles a lot, but it’s fun. This is why I like being tickled.’
“AHAHAHAHAHA!” Jen’s laughter sounded melodious to Kara, who was able to hear out of the machine and realized that it must be on her belly now. She smiled a little bit at the sound, recognizing the fun in Jen’s laughter as opposed to the desperation from when she was tickled by Dungeon Mistress Yvette. “AHAHAHAHA TIHIHIHCKLEHEHES TOHOHONS!”
Loud squeals mixed in off and on with the laughter amused Kara, figuring that Jen must have been surprised by something in the tickling. ‘Must be getting her bellybutton or something like that,’ she pondered. ‘She’ll have some more time for that fun when it gets done exploring and goes to full teasing tickling. I bet it will keep those feathers in that tickle button of hers that whole time.’
“AHAHAHA AHA HA!” Jen was beginning to settle down as the feathers and fingers retracted from her abdomen just half a minute after they started tickling it in earnest. She only got a few seconds of a break before she felt her hips being squeezed, and her laughter came right back. “AHAHAHAHAHA!” She bucked her hips again, but the fingers followed, squeezing her hips again and throwing another restraint over the tops of her legs to prevent that from happening again once she was down.
‘Interesting, never knew I was that ticklish there,’ Jen observed in her mind. ‘And I’m quite a bit ticklish there. It’s just about as sensitive as my ribs. Guess I’ll have to keep that in mind for later.’
“HEHEHEHAHAHE!” After a few seconds of hip squeezing, Jen got more used to it as the fingers also began just tickling around there, but her laughter still peaked with each hip squeeze. Similar to the other testing tickles, this only lasted seconds before the ticklers retracted.
The next round was much easier for Jen to take. Fingers began to crawl up and down her legs, making sure to get on both sides of her knees. “HEHEHEHEHEHE!” All that came out of Jen during this portion of the testing was giggling.
‘Despite insistent testing from Maddie when she just wanted to tease me,’ Jen recalled, ‘my legs and knees have never been that ticklish. They’ve been more of a relaxation place for Maddie to go to after she wrecked my belly or something like that. Oh, this definitely feels good. Especially after that more tickly focus on my ribs, belly, and hips. This I could definitely do for a while. It even feels like a massage with just a little tickling added in.’
However, all good things come to an end, and the fingers stopped tickling/massaging Jen. The final spot to be tested was, of course, Jen’s bare feet. “AHAHEHEHEHEHEAHEHA!” Jen let out some laughter when she felt fingers tickling up and down her soles, and another burst when she realized that feathers were sawing in between her toes. This was another case of mixed giggles and full laughter for Jen. Overall, her feet were around the middle of her ticklishness list, around the same level as her armpits.
‘Those feathers really tickle in between my toes,’ Jen recognized as she was drawn into more laughter. ‘Nothing like my upper body, but definitely more than normal feet tickles. I guess this puts my feet just below my stomach, ribs, and my newly discovered ticklish hips. Even with that, I can take this for a while.’
“AHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!” Jen’s actions were slightly betraying her, as she tried to wiggle her toes out of the tickling feathers; although it was not overwhelming her, it was definitely more ticklish than she thought it would be. However, this motion just made her toes get tickled a little more, as the feathers got better contact for longer; by the time Jen realized this, her toes continued wiggling despite her not wanting it to continue.
Jen was a bit more relieved than she thought she would be when the feathers and fingers exited her bare feet. ‘So, what happens now?’ she wondered inside her head. ‘Has it been ten minutes already?’
Kara smiled as she saw the machine printing out Jen’s overall results. ‘Now comes the fun part,’ she thought to herself, having seen many ticklees go through the testing process. ‘Time for more tummy tickles for Jen. I bet she’ll enjoy it.’
Jen’s eyes got wide when she saw fingers and feathers go right above her bare belly. ‘Oh, so that’s what happens now,’ she realized. ‘Well, guess I better be prepared…’
There was no time to finish that thought as the fingers and feathers attacked, causing Jen to burst out, “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Just like before, there were feathers covering the front of her midriff, while fingers poked and crawled up and down her sensitive sides. Kara was still accurate in her assessment of the machine; it was tickling softly, but effectively.
Jen was soon lost in happy laughter as she decided she could let the fingers and feathers tickle her most sensitive spots, as if she had a choice. ‘Well, I still like it,’ she allowed. ‘It’s always a bit fun to get a little prolonged tickling on a good spot, especially if it’s light like this.’
After a couple of minutes, the machine swapped tactics, moving the feathers to Jen’s sides and tickling the front of her stomach, especially her bellybutton, with the fingers. The swap of fingers to the front of her midsection had a definite effect on Jen, as she began to struggle a little against her restraints. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jen laughed harder at the new form of tickling, specifically the fact that the machine dedicated one finger to tease and tickle her navel. Helpless to stop the tickling, Jen just resigned herself to laughing and trying to enjoy the treatment.
‘This one definitely tickles more, but it could be worse,’ Jen thought. ‘That one finger AH, though. Right in my bellybutton, it’s driving me crazy. So persistent, so tickly. AHA!’
Following three and a half minutes of this treatment, the machine went on to its final stage since there was now less than a minute left to tickle Jen. The final treatment was a mix of the previous two; feathers and fingers intermixed everywhere. In Jen’s bellybutton, a feather joined the dedicated finger to make sure she was laughing good and loud. “AHAHAHAHA!”
‘This is fun!’ Jen was actually very happy with the newest treatment. ‘It mixes both types of tickling, and it’s definitely more effective than before. I’ve had enough rest from that tickle torture than I can take this better tickling. And this is definitely what Maddie would dream of doing to me. Just tickling and tickling and tickling me with her nails and feathers.’
Jen’s thoughts were interrupted when the machine removed all the tickling tools from her belly. It replaced the comforting fabric that had greeted Jen when she got in, then removed the restraints from her arms, legs, and ankles before opening up. “Hey, Jen!” Kara greeted her, extending a hand so Jen could get up. “What’d you think of the machine?”
“It was fun,” Jen responded, a big smile on her face. “Effective, but not torturous. Definitely felt closer to a minute compared to Dungeon Mistress Yvette.”
“Good,” Kara affirmed. “I was hoping you would like that. Anyways, I’ve got the results of just how ticklish that body of yours is right here.” The Dungeon Tickler held up a paper. “Don’t worry; your whole belly is top of the line ticklish. On a scale from one to ten, it got a ten. You want to know the rest?”
“Sure,” Jen gave a ‘Why not?’ gesture.
“Alright, next are your ribs,” Kara informed her. “Those are an eight, followed very closely by your hips at a seven. Your feet and armpits tied at five each, and your neck came in next at three. Lastly, your legs and knees don’t seem to be that ticklish; they’re both at a one. That sound right based on what you felt in there?”
“Yep,” Jen confirmed. “Some of those places, I didn’t even know I was ticklish. It’s kind of nice for me to learn that.”
“That’s good; it’s always nice to know where your weak spots are,” Kara acknowledged before a more sinister smile came to her face. “Of course, the important thing for this tour is that I now know exactly where to tickle you for different reactions.”
“Yes…” Jen’s voice tailed off at the end of that statement.
“Oh, don’t worry, my job isn’t purely to tickle torture you,” Kara gave a very light and playful punch to Jen’s arm. “I’m supposed to make sure you have fun, and I am committed to that. Afterwards, you can ask Queen Mistress Heather what the other people I gave a tour to said about me. But for now, let’s go see what’s next on the tour. I hear the racks are a good place to go right now.”
‘The racks?’ Jen thought, her discomfort at having been sent to the Royal Tickle Dungeon returning. ‘I’ve heard of that before… wait a minute. Queen Mistress Heather did that to me. She’s going to tie me down, stretch me a little, and tickle my tummy, isn’t she? Well, might as well follow her; it’s not like I have much choice.’ Jen did just that, following Kara to the tickle racks.
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Chapter 7: Palace Night: Dungeon, Part 2
Jen was shaking in nervous anticipation as Dungeon Mistress Yvette put her nails back on Jen’s bare belly. Having already been tickle tortured for five minutes, which had felt like hours, by the cruel mistress, Jen was horrified at the thought of any continuation of the torture. But Dungeon Mistress Yvette had that evil glint in her eyes, and combined with her actions so far, Jen had good reason to believe that her ordeal was not quite over.
Seeing her victim quiver at the slightest touch of her nails to the ticklish skin brought glee to Dungeon Mistress Yvette, and her eyes showed that she was clearly relishing this control over Jen. She was by far the most merciless of all the ticklers in the Royal Tickle Dungeon; that was one of the main reasons she was the Dungeon Mistress instead of a mere Dungeon Tickler like Kara. For another few seconds, she let Jen panic about what was coming to her, and then she attacked.
Fingernails flew all over the super sensitive stomach, causing Jen to throw her head back in laughter, not fully prepared for the intense tickling, “AHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHA!”
“Good, just laugh, you helpless, ticklish prisoner,” Dungeon Mistress Yvette continued to tease Jen as she tickled all over the tummy, paying special attention to Jen’s hypersensitive bellybutton. Jen thrashed her head side to side as she screamed in tortured laughter, but the restraints prevented her from moving her midsection at all, proving that she was indeed helpless against the tickling assault.
The tickling stopped just as fast as it started, just half a minute later. A red-faced Jen was still stuck in the throes of laughter as Dungeon Mistress Yvette turned to Kara and commanded, “Release her, Kara. As fun as she is to tickle, I don’t want Queen Mistress Heather to learn that I tortured her when she was supposed to be on a tour and sentence me to be tickled by you.” Kara was slack-jawed, still surprised that her superior had driven Jen to torturous laughter so quickly, but she shook her head to focus and followed orders. By the time she got over to Jen, the ticklish victim had stopped laughing and gone to panting for breath, clearly exhausted by what had been done to her. Kara unbound Jen, allowing her to lean on her shoulder to recover. As the three went to exit the cell, Jen being helped along by Kara, Dungeon Mistress Yvette leaned in and whispered to Jen, “I hope you come back to visit so we can have some more fun, Jen. You were so fun to tickle, and I’d love another session with you. Do me a favor and have Queen Mistress Heather send you back down here.” With a wink, she ended her conversation, and the terrified look on Jen’s face made it all worth it for her.
‘I may have met the only tickler that can tickle me better than Maddie with just nails,’ Jen realized internally. ‘That was all pure torture, and I need to make sure Queen Mistress Heather doesn’t send me down to get tickled by her. Ever.’
When the three exited the cell, Dungeon Mistress Yvette addressed Kara, “Kara, it’s your tour from here on. I have other business to attend to right now, but make sure to show our guest a good time. Goodbye.”
‘Phew!’ Jen was so happy when Dungeon Mistress Yvette was out of sight that she even thought her legs were gaining back some strength from the exhaustion. Trying to walk on her own for just a second proved that wrong, and she fell on the ground right away, troubled by wobbled legs. ‘Well, maybe not.’
“You alright?” Kara leaned down and offered Jen her hand, slightly alarmed at how fast Jen had fallen.
“Just a bit exhausted from the tickling; that’s all,” Jen took Kara’s hand and accepted the help walking.
“Let’s get you some water,” Kara gave Jen a quick hug as she helped her to what appeared to be a break room. After sitting Jen down, she fetched a water bottle for each of them. “Drink up; you’re going to need it. These tours tend to be exhausting for both tickler and ticklee, and you’re going to have both of those roles.” Jen gulped down a quarter of the water bottle, then looked up at Kara, more color in her face. “Feeling a bit better?”
“Yep,” Jen was not feeling quite back to normal, but she could definitely walk and maybe even take some tickling now. “That was just…”
“The most intense tickling you’ve ever been through?” Kara finished the sentence, and Jen nodded. “Yep, I’ve had her tickle me, too. She is probably the most talented tickler I’ve ever been tortured by, and believe me, there’s nothing but tickle torture from her. No teasing tickles like what I did to you in the elevator, no light tickles. She goes straight in for your most ticklish spot and tickles it until she’s had enough. Teases you like crazy while she’s at it, although not all of those get through.”
“Yeah, I didn’t hear anything she was saying after about a few seconds,” Jen admitted, continuing to drink water to refresh herself. “It was just tickling all over my tummy, and it felt like she was tickling for hours. I couldn’t even escape to my thoughts.”
“That’s Dungeon Mistress Yvette for you,” Kara declared. “It even jarred me a little watching you get tickled by her. Just a reminder of what she can put me or any other Dungeon Tickler through whenever she wants.” After letting that sink in for a minute or so, Kara moved on, “You want to use the restroom before we start the tour?” Jen did, and after she was back out, Kara led her to a contraption that Jen was sure could hold her entire body. “This is our Sensitivity Measurement Machine. Every ticklee has to go through it so that we have a map of where you are ticklish. However, you’ve already gone through much worse. Compared to Dungeon Mistress Yvette, this will be a breeze. It specializes in light tickling, and it should only test you for ten minutes. If that last tickling felt like hours, this should feel like a minute or so.” Relieved that she would be getting lighter tickling this time, Jen willingly got in the machine after Kara opened it, her body sinking into the comfortable seat. Kara closed the machine, and Jen felt soft restraints go over her wrists and ankles, spreading her out in a T position but keeping her comfortable. Once the machine was closed, the comfortable material surrounding Jen retracted, except from where she was sitting, exposing her body to the ticklish intentions of the machine. “Alright, I’m going to start it up now.”
“HEHEHEHEHE!” Jen started giggling as she felt feathers tickling around her neck and armpits.
‘I like this,’ Jen thought as a smile overtook her face, both from the tickles themselves and how it was making her feel. ‘Especially after that last tickling, this is so nice. Even relaxing. I could do this for a while.’ She wiggled around a little to get slightly more comfortable, enjoying the light tickling on her neck and armpits.
Within around fifteen seconds, the feathers retracted, and she felt fingers tickling up and down her bare ribs, appearing to count each of them. They dug in a little bit, so it was not quite light tickling, but Jen knew that this was necessary to get laughs out of her ribs. Similar to how she had reacted when Kara did this to her in the elevator, Jen began laughing a bit harder, mixing in a few giggles when the fingers hit a less sensitive spot, “AHAHAHAHEHEHEAHAHAHAHAHA! IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLEHES! SOHAHAHAHAHOHOHO MUHUHUHUHEHECH!”
Despite the increase in laughter, Jen was still having a good time, ‘This definitely tickles more, but it’s like when Kara did it. I love having my ribs counted, especially when it’s not too hard. And this is perfect for getting lots of laughs out of me. Oh, that brings me back to when Maddie…’ Jen’s thoughts were interrupted when the fingers got down to the bottom of her ribs and then left her body, leading her to realize what was about to happen. ‘Well, that means my belly is next.’ Instinctively, even though she did not really want to, Jen sucked her stomach in when she saw the slightest edge of a feather come out of the machine.
“HEHEHE! It’s going to tickle me!” Jen could not even contain her giggles as the feathers approached her most sensitive spot. So focused was she on the feathers that were coming towards the front of her midriff that Jen failed to notice the fingers going for her sides until they poked her ever so lightly. “AAA!” Surprised by the sudden side tickle, Jen arched her back, leading her belly and bellybutton right into the feather trap she had been half afraid of. Soon she realized that the feathers tickled a lot more, and she sucked her body back in to get those devilish feathers away from her bellybutton, to no avail. The feathers followed her hypersensitive navel and the rest of her midsection, and she was soon caught under a combined assault from the feathers on the front of her tummy and the fingers on her sides. “NAHAHAHA THAHAHAHAHAT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHEHES EHEHEVERYWHEHEHERE!”
Despite the fact that her most ticklish spot was being tickled, Jen was still free to think, since the tickling was rather light, ‘I guess Kara really was right about this machine. This is nothing like the torturous tickling I’ve had to endure since I met the Tickle Cartel. It’s more like teasing tickles, like… like the ones Maddie used to do all the time when I was too tired to really be tickled. It tickles a lot, but it’s fun. This is why I like being tickled.’
“AHAHAHAHAHA!” Jen’s laughter sounded melodious to Kara, who was able to hear out of the machine and realized that it must be on her belly now. She smiled a little bit at the sound, recognizing the fun in Jen’s laughter as opposed to the desperation from when she was tickled by Dungeon Mistress Yvette. “AHAHAHAHA TIHIHIHCKLEHEHES TOHOHONS!”
Loud squeals mixed in off and on with the laughter amused Kara, figuring that Jen must have been surprised by something in the tickling. ‘Must be getting her bellybutton or something like that,’ she pondered. ‘She’ll have some more time for that fun when it gets done exploring and goes to full teasing tickling. I bet it will keep those feathers in that tickle button of hers that whole time.’
“AHAHAHA AHA HA!” Jen was beginning to settle down as the feathers and fingers retracted from her abdomen just half a minute after they started tickling it in earnest. She only got a few seconds of a break before she felt her hips being squeezed, and her laughter came right back. “AHAHAHAHAHA!” She bucked her hips again, but the fingers followed, squeezing her hips again and throwing another restraint over the tops of her legs to prevent that from happening again once she was down.
‘Interesting, never knew I was that ticklish there,’ Jen observed in her mind. ‘And I’m quite a bit ticklish there. It’s just about as sensitive as my ribs. Guess I’ll have to keep that in mind for later.’
“HEHEHEHAHAHE!” After a few seconds of hip squeezing, Jen got more used to it as the fingers also began just tickling around there, but her laughter still peaked with each hip squeeze. Similar to the other testing tickles, this only lasted seconds before the ticklers retracted.
The next round was much easier for Jen to take. Fingers began to crawl up and down her legs, making sure to get on both sides of her knees. “HEHEHEHEHEHE!” All that came out of Jen during this portion of the testing was giggling.
‘Despite insistent testing from Maddie when she just wanted to tease me,’ Jen recalled, ‘my legs and knees have never been that ticklish. They’ve been more of a relaxation place for Maddie to go to after she wrecked my belly or something like that. Oh, this definitely feels good. Especially after that more tickly focus on my ribs, belly, and hips. This I could definitely do for a while. It even feels like a massage with just a little tickling added in.’
However, all good things come to an end, and the fingers stopped tickling/massaging Jen. The final spot to be tested was, of course, Jen’s bare feet. “AHAHEHEHEHEHEAHEHA!” Jen let out some laughter when she felt fingers tickling up and down her soles, and another burst when she realized that feathers were sawing in between her toes. This was another case of mixed giggles and full laughter for Jen. Overall, her feet were around the middle of her ticklishness list, around the same level as her armpits.
‘Those feathers really tickle in between my toes,’ Jen recognized as she was drawn into more laughter. ‘Nothing like my upper body, but definitely more than normal feet tickles. I guess this puts my feet just below my stomach, ribs, and my newly discovered ticklish hips. Even with that, I can take this for a while.’
“AHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!” Jen’s actions were slightly betraying her, as she tried to wiggle her toes out of the tickling feathers; although it was not overwhelming her, it was definitely more ticklish than she thought it would be. However, this motion just made her toes get tickled a little more, as the feathers got better contact for longer; by the time Jen realized this, her toes continued wiggling despite her not wanting it to continue.
Jen was a bit more relieved than she thought she would be when the feathers and fingers exited her bare feet. ‘So, what happens now?’ she wondered inside her head. ‘Has it been ten minutes already?’
Kara smiled as she saw the machine printing out Jen’s overall results. ‘Now comes the fun part,’ she thought to herself, having seen many ticklees go through the testing process. ‘Time for more tummy tickles for Jen. I bet she’ll enjoy it.’
Jen’s eyes got wide when she saw fingers and feathers go right above her bare belly. ‘Oh, so that’s what happens now,’ she realized. ‘Well, guess I better be prepared…’
There was no time to finish that thought as the fingers and feathers attacked, causing Jen to burst out, “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Just like before, there were feathers covering the front of her midriff, while fingers poked and crawled up and down her sensitive sides. Kara was still accurate in her assessment of the machine; it was tickling softly, but effectively.
Jen was soon lost in happy laughter as she decided she could let the fingers and feathers tickle her most sensitive spots, as if she had a choice. ‘Well, I still like it,’ she allowed. ‘It’s always a bit fun to get a little prolonged tickling on a good spot, especially if it’s light like this.’
After a couple of minutes, the machine swapped tactics, moving the feathers to Jen’s sides and tickling the front of her stomach, especially her bellybutton, with the fingers. The swap of fingers to the front of her midsection had a definite effect on Jen, as she began to struggle a little against her restraints. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jen laughed harder at the new form of tickling, specifically the fact that the machine dedicated one finger to tease and tickle her navel. Helpless to stop the tickling, Jen just resigned herself to laughing and trying to enjoy the treatment.
‘This one definitely tickles more, but it could be worse,’ Jen thought. ‘That one finger AH, though. Right in my bellybutton, it’s driving me crazy. So persistent, so tickly. AHA!’
Following three and a half minutes of this treatment, the machine went on to its final stage since there was now less than a minute left to tickle Jen. The final treatment was a mix of the previous two; feathers and fingers intermixed everywhere. In Jen’s bellybutton, a feather joined the dedicated finger to make sure she was laughing good and loud. “AHAHAHAHA!”
‘This is fun!’ Jen was actually very happy with the newest treatment. ‘It mixes both types of tickling, and it’s definitely more effective than before. I’ve had enough rest from that tickle torture than I can take this better tickling. And this is definitely what Maddie would dream of doing to me. Just tickling and tickling and tickling me with her nails and feathers.’
Jen’s thoughts were interrupted when the machine removed all the tickling tools from her belly. It replaced the comforting fabric that had greeted Jen when she got in, then removed the restraints from her arms, legs, and ankles before opening up. “Hey, Jen!” Kara greeted her, extending a hand so Jen could get up. “What’d you think of the machine?”
“It was fun,” Jen responded, a big smile on her face. “Effective, but not torturous. Definitely felt closer to a minute compared to Dungeon Mistress Yvette.”
“Good,” Kara affirmed. “I was hoping you would like that. Anyways, I’ve got the results of just how ticklish that body of yours is right here.” The Dungeon Tickler held up a paper. “Don’t worry; your whole belly is top of the line ticklish. On a scale from one to ten, it got a ten. You want to know the rest?”
“Sure,” Jen gave a ‘Why not?’ gesture.
“Alright, next are your ribs,” Kara informed her. “Those are an eight, followed very closely by your hips at a seven. Your feet and armpits tied at five each, and your neck came in next at three. Lastly, your legs and knees don’t seem to be that ticklish; they’re both at a one. That sound right based on what you felt in there?”
“Yep,” Jen confirmed. “Some of those places, I didn’t even know I was ticklish. It’s kind of nice for me to learn that.”
“That’s good; it’s always nice to know where your weak spots are,” Kara acknowledged before a more sinister smile came to her face. “Of course, the important thing for this tour is that I now know exactly where to tickle you for different reactions.”
“Yes…” Jen’s voice tailed off at the end of that statement.
“Oh, don’t worry, my job isn’t purely to tickle torture you,” Kara gave a very light and playful punch to Jen’s arm. “I’m supposed to make sure you have fun, and I am committed to that. Afterwards, you can ask Queen Mistress Heather what the other people I gave a tour to said about me. But for now, let’s go see what’s next on the tour. I hear the racks are a good place to go right now.”
‘The racks?’ Jen thought, her discomfort at having been sent to the Royal Tickle Dungeon returning. ‘I’ve heard of that before… wait a minute. Queen Mistress Heather did that to me. She’s going to tie me down, stretch me a little, and tickle my tummy, isn’t she? Well, might as well follow her; it’s not like I have much choice.’ Jen did just that, following Kara to the tickle racks.
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Chapter 7: Palace Night: Dungeon, Part 4
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