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Here is Part 4 of Chapter 7 of The Tickle Cartel.
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Chapter 7: Palace Night: Dungeon, Part 3
All Jen could think about on the way to the rack was how she had already been tickled on the rack that day. ‘And Queen Mistress Heather had Cammy and Diana strap me in and stretch me out. Then Heather and the entire royal court tickled me mercilessly. I mean, it wasn’t terrible, but another set of that, now? Seems a bit excessive. I just hope that Dungeon Mistress Yvette isn’t there. Oh, no. She’s going to be there, isn’t she? This is going to be so much worse than normal.’
Jen hung her head like a condemned woman at the last thought, and Kara glanced over her. Suddenly concerned, she questioned, “Jen, you alright?”
Jen looked up, realizing that her worry had been noticed, and responded, “Yeah, I’m fine. Maybe still a little tired. It’s been kind of a long day.”
“Don’t worry; I’m sure the rack will make you glad you’ve stayed up,” Kara tried to reassure her.
‘That means that she’s going to tickle me and make sure I’m awake,’ Jen internally decided, negating Kara’s intentions. ‘She still thinks I love being tickled, and while that’s true, it’s getting kind of exhausting being tickled all the time.’
“Here we are,” Kara interrupted Jen’s thoughts as they approached a cell and Kara fished out a key. “Just got to unlock it, and we can get to tickling.” Jen watched Kara unlock the door, and they went inside. To Jen’s surprise, the rack was not empty and waiting for her; someone was already locked on it. The woman looked a little older than Jen, twenty-three at most. Just like Jen, she had only a bikini on, exposing all of her ticklish spots to any merciless ticklers that might happen to come by. She was restrained securely, with her wrists and ankles trapped in cuffs. In addition, there were straps on her hips and ribs, with her abdomen left completely exposed. This was accented by the pillows under her back, shoving her stomach into the spotlight.
“Jen, this is Olive, the woman we will be tickling,” Kara proclaimed. “She’s a part of Queen Mistress Heather’s tickle slave harem, and she was sent down here to be punished.” Seeing Jen’s confused look, Kara explained, “Queen Mistress Heather has her pick of a group of tickle slaves from Tickle Mistress Wendy’s Tickle Slave Academy live in the palace. They’re available to be tickled at any time by Queen Mistress Heather, her royal court of advisers, and whoever the Queen Mistress chooses. Of course, she can add new tickle slaves, send back tickle slaves, or exchange the tickle slaves for new ones at any time.” Kara paused for a few seconds, and Jen nodded to indicate that she had understood the explanation. “Olive is here for apparently trying to steal from one of the ticklers who had brought her to their room. Her file says that her tummy and navel need to be tickle tortured so she learns her lesson and Queen Mistress Heather doesn’t have to send her back to the Tickle Slave Academy for further punishment. Would you like to hear the techniques that drive Olive crazy, or do you want to try and figure them out by yourself?”
“I like the challenge,” Jen stated with a smile. “Shall we?”
“Let’s do it,” Kara affirmed, indicating that Jen should go to the other side of the rack so they would be on either side of Olive’s midsection.
‘Kara was right; I’m glad that I stayed up,’ Jen realized. ‘I do love to tickle people, and it’s nice to be on this side of the feather.’
“Tickle, tickle, Olive,” Jen stared right into Olive’s eyes with a devious smile as she teased the ticklee. If Kara did not know better, she would have said Jen looked just like Dungeon Mistress Yvette preparing to tickle someone.
“AHAHAHAHAHA!” Olive let out musical laughs as a single nail from Jen ran up her bare side. “AHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHO!”
“You’re very ticklish, aren’t you?” Jen continued the teasing as she skittered all five nails of one hand on Olive’s side.
“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!” Olive was already begging Jen as she tried to escape the lightly tickling fingers. However, the straps on her ribs and hips, combined with the pillows pushing up her stomach, severely limited her range to next to nothing, allowing Jen to continue uninterrupted.
‘She’s also really effective,’ Kara observed Olive breaking down from the small tickling that Jen was giving out. Wanting to see just how good Jen was, she had opted not to start yet. ‘Maybe around the same effectiveness as the Dungeon Mistress.’
“You’re so, so, ticklish, and I’m just going to tickle you so, so much!” Jen exclaimed right before her other hand dug into the front of Olive’s belly. “This tummy looks like it needs lots of tickles, and I’ll be happy to oblige. Tickle, tickle, tickle! Let’s see just how ticklish you are, ticklish one!”
“AHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHO DOHOHOHOHOHOHON’T STAHAHAHAHAP!” Olive pleaded freely, hoping that Jen would have some compassion on her ticklish body.
‘If this is what I’ll have to do all the time as a tickler, this doesn’t seem too bad,’ Jen’s thoughts would have dashed Olive’s hopes if she verbalized them. ‘Tickling really ticklish people like this, now that’s fun.’
“Don’t stop? That sounds like a plan.” Jen twisted Olive’s pleas against her. “Glad to hear that you’re enjoying it, too. Kara, what do you think about tickling Olive?” Looking over, Jen realized that Kara was still just observing. Tilting her head to the side in confusion, she addressed her fellow tickler, “Kara, why aren’t you tickling her?”
“Just wanted to see you in action,” Kara reassured her. “You’ve proven to be as good as advertised by the Queen Mistress. I’d love to join in and help.”
At this, Kara began to tickle Olive’s other side. “NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!” Olive’s laughter increased significantly with the doubling of tickling nails. “STAHAHAHAHAP!”
“Just laugh, Olive,” Kara began her own set of teasing. “I mean; it’s all you really can do. You’re so helpless… sensitive… unable to resist… at all. Just give into the laughs.”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Kara’s teasing had a clear effect on Olive, who resorted to pure laughter.
Jen knew that it was really probably because she was running out of breath and lost the energy to beg, but she was satisfied, nonetheless. ‘This is definitely fun, breaking down Olive to ticklish laughter. I think it’s better with another tickler. Hey, why didn’t Maddie and I ever do this to Mom or someone else? It was always one of us, mostly Maddie, breaking down the other, usually me, with the help of an outside tickler. Maybe we can team up and tickle people senseless.’
As these evil thoughts swirled around in Jen’s head, her fingers kept crawling all over Olive’s midriff, looking for specific weaknesses. Soon she found one, in Olive’s bellybutton. “EHEHEHEHEHE!” Olive’s squeak when Jen’s nail inadvertently entered her navel sounded like a sudden and high-pitched giggle, and Jen absolutely loved it. Jen repeated the motion with another finger, getting the same result. “EHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!”
“Oh, does someone else have a little tickle button?” Jen teased as she poked in and out of the vulnerable bellybutton, drawing squeaks and heavy laughs out of Olive. “I think it’s time we test out just how ticklish this tickle button is. Don’t you, Kara?”
“I was hoping you’d ask sooner than later,” Kara confirmed with a smirk. She turned to a table next to her clearly meant for holding tickle tools, pulling out a drawer full of them. “What would you like to use to test her, Jen?”
“Hand me the Q-tip, please,” Jen requested. “I want to see if it does to her what it does to other tickle buttons I’ve seen. Kara passed the white tool over to Jen, who stuck it in Olive’s navel, wiggling it around just a little bit. “How does this feel, my ticklish Olive?”
“EHEHEHEHEHEHE!” Olive’s helpless squeals became the dominant sound of the room.
“Ooh, tickles that much?” Jen teasingly inquired. “Good to know, good to know. Let’s see about another technique that I love.” She removed the Q-tip, giving Olive a brief respite as she replaced it with her mouth. “PFFFFT!”
The raspberry drew more hysterical laughter out of Olive, “AHAHAHEHEHEHEHE! EHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Olive mixed her standard squeals from bellybutton tickling with her helpless laughter from when the rest of her tummy was tickled.
‘Interesting,’ Jen observed as she blew another raspberry on her prisoner’s tickle button. ‘It seems that despite the different reactions, she’s actually just as ticklish on the majority of her belly as just in her bellybutton. That could make for a really good time.’
After a few more bellybutton raspberries, Jen brought her mouth up and with Kara, gave Olive another solid stomach tickling, covering her entire abdomen. The ticklee reacted the same as before, with loud, helpless laughs. “Kara, I think it’s time to move on to another tool. Can I get a feather duster? Please get one for yourself, too.”
“Of course,” Kara acknowledged, retrieving two dusters and giving Jen one. A quick glance at Olive confirmed that Jen had made a good choice. Despite her clear exhaustion, Olive’s terrified reaction when Jen mentioned feather dusters was clear; it was the same reaction Jen had when Dungeon Mistress Yvette had teased her about tickling Jen all day. “Your lead.”
“Tickle, tickle, Olive!” Jen knew that was all the teasing she really needed to drive Olive insane; the dusters could do the rest of the talking.
Olive did plenty of talking through residual giggles before the dusters hit, “NOHO PLEHEHESE IHIHILL DOHOHO AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” All that pleading ended when the dusters touched and began dancing all over the ticklish abdomen, replaced by laughter. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“This must just tickle SOOO much,” Jen raised her voice to emphasize her point. “Two feather dusters, on your super ticklish tummy; that sounds like tickle torture for the ticklish Olive. Don’t you think, Olive?”
Olive was completely unable to answer Jen, and probably would not have even if she could. By the looks of it, Jen realized that she was completely in hysterics and could probably only think of the tickling. Knowing that further teasing would be ineffective, Jen decided to talk to Kara instead, “So, Kara, I think this is the secret recipe for making Olive suffer like crazy?”
“You’ve got that right,” Kara confirmed. “This is what her file recommended to tickle her with for maximum tickle torture. Maybe, if we and the others tickle her enough, she’ll learn to behave. Then she’ll get to stay in Queen Mistress Heather’s tickle slave harem instead of being sent back to the Tickle Slave Academy to be sold. You should know that being chosen for service in the Queen Mistress’ Palace is a great honor for tickle slaves, and with Heather as the Queen Mistress, slaves have enjoyed it more than their other options. You can ask her about it later if you want. For now, let’s just have fun teaching Olive a lesson.”
“Yes, she definitely seems ticklish enough for this to be very fun,” Jen declared, having fun breaking down Olive with just a little duster-waving.
The two ticklers continued to tease Olive off and on, sometimes making small talk with each other, for the next ten minutes. Eventually, Kara removed her feather duster as Olive’s laughs started getting weaker, addressing Jen, “Jen, you should stop now.” Jen removed the duster from the tortured ticklish tummy, and Kara continued, “She actually has a bunch of stamina as far as laughing, but she’s not supposed to be pushed into silent laughter. Our job was to tickle her until she went nearly into silent laughter, and now, we need to continue our tour. I’ll let the other ticklers know to come in here and get her laughing again once she recovers. Can I have that duster and Q-tip I gave you earlier?”
“Here they are,” Jen handed the tickle tools back to Kara, and the two left an exhausted Olive, who still had a while of residual giggles to get through, locked on the rack. After they exited the room, Jen wondered, “So, what’s next?”
“Next, we’re going to the stocks,” Kara informed her.
‘The stocks! That’s great!’ Jen was happy inside after hearing this as she confidently followed Kara. She did not look quite as confident as Dungeon Mistress Yvette had been earlier, but she was clearly in a better mood than when Kara had told her they were going to the rack. ‘Well, that means that I’m probably not going to be tickled; well, unless it’s like those stocks Tickle Mistress Wendy and I visited earlier. Oh, well. Even if it is that, it’s not like I can’t take a little tickling now. I’ve had some fun tickling Olive, and if it’s my turn again, well, frankly, I’ve earned that. Plus, going to the stocks might make my feet the prime target, and that will be different. And if I do get to tickle someone, that’ll be real fun. Just more practice for when Queen Mistress Heather assigns me to a Tickle Dungeon. I know, I’ve got to say that I never thought tickle torturing someone else would be as fun it was when I was tickling Olive. I always thought I’d be much shyer when I did it, but it actually gets me feeling surer of my abilities. I can definitely do that again, and now, I really want to just pin someone down and tickle them. Hmm, what would Kara think if I tickled her here and now?’ Jen dwelt on this for a few seconds before she recognized the consequences, ‘Well, if I wasn’t going to get tickled right now, I sure would be after that. Might as well just wait until the next time I get to tickle someone. Kara said it was a mix of tickling and being tickled, and I bet my turn to tickle comes again before too long.’
Jen was into her thoughts so much that she did not realize that Kara and she were stopping at a door until Kara announced, “Jen, so I don’t surprise you like last time, you’re going to be doing the tickling here again. I’ll tell you more about our ticklee when we get inside.”
“Alright,” Jen giddily proclaimed, excited to be getting to tickle someone else right away.
Kara unlocked the door, and the two went inside, with Kara immediately going for a folder. Jen went to the ticklee, who was secured in the stocks, and looked her over. She was probably in her thirties, definitely older than Olive. As far as the bondage, the ticklee’s feet were secured firmly in the stocks, her toes tied up to prevent any movement. Her arms were bound out to the side in a ‘T’ position, exposing her upper body to any tickling that her ticklers had in mind. Finally, Kara stated, “Jen, we’ve got a special treat. Gina here is a Tickle Noble. They live up in the Queen Mistress’ Palace and are fairly wealthy members of the Tickle Cartel. However, Gina looks like she got into some trouble. According to the file, she disobeyed Queen Mistress Heather one too many times and got sent down here for some attitude readjustment. Now, same as Olive, would you like to know Gina’s worst spots, or do you want to explore for them yourself?”
“I like the joy of finding them out on my own,” Jen responded, an evil glint in her eyes. “Although based on Gina’s position, I think I might have a good clue of where to look. Shall we, Kara?”
“We shall,” Kara confirmed, a smile also on her face. The two ticklers moved into position, both centering around one of Gina’s bare feet.
“So, Gina, I just have to ask,” Jen stated as she cupped the sole of her ticklee’s bare right foot in her left hand, “just how… ticklish… is this helpless foot of yours?” She emphasized the word ‘ticklish’ in an attempt to scare Gina a little, and it clearly worked, judging by the light squirming her upper body did. “That bad? Well, you’re in for a loooong time here.” Jen ran a single nail up the center of Gina’s soft foot, from her arch to her middle toe.
“EEK!” Gina squealed out. At the first small tickle, her squirming intensified, her legs wobbling back and forth and becoming very noticeable. However, Gina’s feet never moved, remaining completely helpless to whatever Jen and Kara had planned. Jen smirked, forming an evil smile with her face, and put two nails on Gina’s big and pinky toes. Before she had a chance to tickle with these, the ticklee let out a loud squeal, followed by persistent laughter. “AHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHO!” Surprised, Jen glanced over at Kara, finding the reason for Gina’s hysterics. Unlike with Olive, Kara no longer wanted to observe Jen’s tickling skills. She was raking one hand from the base of Gina’s toes to the bottom of her soles, and the other was dancing all across her ticklee’s toes. The combination was driving Gina crazy, based on the wild movement of her upper body and legs, and Jen thought she might as well join in. However, not wanting to let her ticklee predict what she would do, Jen decided to tickle up and down the bottom of the soft feet with both hands, going from the sole up to and in between the ticklish toes with a light touch.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle, ticklish Gina!” Jen teased loudly as she implemented her technique, half trying to get Gina to hear her while knowing she was probably laughing too hard to hear anything else. She applied her ticklish technique for a minute or so as laughter filled the room. Then, deciding to be even more unpredictable, Jen tried lightly tickling the sides of Gina’s feet. “How does this feel, Gina? Does it tickle? Does it tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle?”
‘Well, that worked,’ Jen noticed as she observed a change in Gina’s reaction. Before, Gina had been laughing hysterically, as was usual with a ticklee. When Jen started tickling the sides of her feet, Gina’s eyes bugged out, and she threw her head back into the soft headrest designed to protect her while being tickled. ‘Yeah, this works great, Kara,’ Jen smiled at Kara when the other tickler looked over to see what happened. Kara smiled back in approval, continuing her raking technique to keep Gina in hysterics. ‘Even better, Kara knows for sure that I can find super ticklish spots on anyone. Not just people with super sensitive stomachs. You know what? I bet there might even be a better spot to try on her.’
“Hey, tickle toy, how does this feel?” Jen addressed Gina again, despite the fact that there was no way the question reached the ticklee, as she swapped spots. This time, Jen decided to tickle the tops of the ticklish feet, from the toenails to the ankles. Gina lifted her head when Jen removed her fingernails from the sides of her feet, and promptly threw it back again when the tops of her toes became the new target. “Ooh, this looks like it’s good. Maybe I should just tickle these all day, tickle toy. Kara, I think I found her most sensitive spot.” With an encouraging and affirming smile from Kara urging her on, Jen continued to lightly dance her fingernails across the ticklish tops, and Gina continued to go wild.
“STAHAHAHAHAHAP!” Gina was begging Jen and Kara the entire time, trying to get them to stop tickling her most ticklish spots.
After four more minutes of tickle torturing their ticklee, Kara stopped and told Jen, “Jen, it’s time to stop. We need to move on in the tour.” Jen quickly slowed and then stopped her tickling, and Gina began to regain her breath as the two exited the room. “Sorry, Jen, I wasn’t paying enough attention to the time. I was planning on getting out tools, but we ran out of time. Although I must say, I think your tickling was better than any tools would have been. You had her laughing more than I thought she would be laughing, and I think you did find her most ticklish spot. I’ll have to tell Dungeon Mistress Yvette to test that out. Her file had her soles as her most ticklish spot, but you may have proved that wrong.”
“Nice,” Jen responded, satisfied that she could have been even better than a tickle test at finding Gina’s most ticklish spot.
“Well, now we’re going to go to what I’m pretty sure is the most torturous punishment the Royal Tickle Dungeon has to offer,” Kara announced.
“Okay,” Jen was still fairly happy, showing it with the tone of her voice and a big smile.
Kara shot Jen a questioning look, then reached out, twisted Jen around so her back was to Kara’s front, and cuffed her arms behind her back in one swift motion. She squeezed Jen’s sides, then rushed her fingers into Jen’s bellybutton, wiggling a finger furiously in it, and Jen let out squeals of hysterical laughter. With another swivel, Jen was face to face with Kara, who leaned down and blew a huge raspberry in her navel. Finally, Kara addressed her, “You’re going to be the tickle toy in our most torturous punishment, Jen.” Jen did not have time to start thinking about what this meant as Kara turned her back around and forced her towards their next destination.
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Chapter 7: Palace Night: Dungeon, Part 5
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Chapter 7: Palace Night: Dungeon, Part 3
All Jen could think about on the way to the rack was how she had already been tickled on the rack that day. ‘And Queen Mistress Heather had Cammy and Diana strap me in and stretch me out. Then Heather and the entire royal court tickled me mercilessly. I mean, it wasn’t terrible, but another set of that, now? Seems a bit excessive. I just hope that Dungeon Mistress Yvette isn’t there. Oh, no. She’s going to be there, isn’t she? This is going to be so much worse than normal.’
Jen hung her head like a condemned woman at the last thought, and Kara glanced over her. Suddenly concerned, she questioned, “Jen, you alright?”
Jen looked up, realizing that her worry had been noticed, and responded, “Yeah, I’m fine. Maybe still a little tired. It’s been kind of a long day.”
“Don’t worry; I’m sure the rack will make you glad you’ve stayed up,” Kara tried to reassure her.
‘That means that she’s going to tickle me and make sure I’m awake,’ Jen internally decided, negating Kara’s intentions. ‘She still thinks I love being tickled, and while that’s true, it’s getting kind of exhausting being tickled all the time.’
“Here we are,” Kara interrupted Jen’s thoughts as they approached a cell and Kara fished out a key. “Just got to unlock it, and we can get to tickling.” Jen watched Kara unlock the door, and they went inside. To Jen’s surprise, the rack was not empty and waiting for her; someone was already locked on it. The woman looked a little older than Jen, twenty-three at most. Just like Jen, she had only a bikini on, exposing all of her ticklish spots to any merciless ticklers that might happen to come by. She was restrained securely, with her wrists and ankles trapped in cuffs. In addition, there were straps on her hips and ribs, with her abdomen left completely exposed. This was accented by the pillows under her back, shoving her stomach into the spotlight.
“Jen, this is Olive, the woman we will be tickling,” Kara proclaimed. “She’s a part of Queen Mistress Heather’s tickle slave harem, and she was sent down here to be punished.” Seeing Jen’s confused look, Kara explained, “Queen Mistress Heather has her pick of a group of tickle slaves from Tickle Mistress Wendy’s Tickle Slave Academy live in the palace. They’re available to be tickled at any time by Queen Mistress Heather, her royal court of advisers, and whoever the Queen Mistress chooses. Of course, she can add new tickle slaves, send back tickle slaves, or exchange the tickle slaves for new ones at any time.” Kara paused for a few seconds, and Jen nodded to indicate that she had understood the explanation. “Olive is here for apparently trying to steal from one of the ticklers who had brought her to their room. Her file says that her tummy and navel need to be tickle tortured so she learns her lesson and Queen Mistress Heather doesn’t have to send her back to the Tickle Slave Academy for further punishment. Would you like to hear the techniques that drive Olive crazy, or do you want to try and figure them out by yourself?”
“I like the challenge,” Jen stated with a smile. “Shall we?”
“Let’s do it,” Kara affirmed, indicating that Jen should go to the other side of the rack so they would be on either side of Olive’s midsection.
‘Kara was right; I’m glad that I stayed up,’ Jen realized. ‘I do love to tickle people, and it’s nice to be on this side of the feather.’
“Tickle, tickle, Olive,” Jen stared right into Olive’s eyes with a devious smile as she teased the ticklee. If Kara did not know better, she would have said Jen looked just like Dungeon Mistress Yvette preparing to tickle someone.
“AHAHAHAHAHA!” Olive let out musical laughs as a single nail from Jen ran up her bare side. “AHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHO!”
“You’re very ticklish, aren’t you?” Jen continued the teasing as she skittered all five nails of one hand on Olive’s side.
“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!” Olive was already begging Jen as she tried to escape the lightly tickling fingers. However, the straps on her ribs and hips, combined with the pillows pushing up her stomach, severely limited her range to next to nothing, allowing Jen to continue uninterrupted.
‘She’s also really effective,’ Kara observed Olive breaking down from the small tickling that Jen was giving out. Wanting to see just how good Jen was, she had opted not to start yet. ‘Maybe around the same effectiveness as the Dungeon Mistress.’
“You’re so, so, ticklish, and I’m just going to tickle you so, so much!” Jen exclaimed right before her other hand dug into the front of Olive’s belly. “This tummy looks like it needs lots of tickles, and I’ll be happy to oblige. Tickle, tickle, tickle! Let’s see just how ticklish you are, ticklish one!”
“AHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHO DOHOHOHOHOHOHON’T STAHAHAHAHAP!” Olive pleaded freely, hoping that Jen would have some compassion on her ticklish body.
‘If this is what I’ll have to do all the time as a tickler, this doesn’t seem too bad,’ Jen’s thoughts would have dashed Olive’s hopes if she verbalized them. ‘Tickling really ticklish people like this, now that’s fun.’
“Don’t stop? That sounds like a plan.” Jen twisted Olive’s pleas against her. “Glad to hear that you’re enjoying it, too. Kara, what do you think about tickling Olive?” Looking over, Jen realized that Kara was still just observing. Tilting her head to the side in confusion, she addressed her fellow tickler, “Kara, why aren’t you tickling her?”
“Just wanted to see you in action,” Kara reassured her. “You’ve proven to be as good as advertised by the Queen Mistress. I’d love to join in and help.”
At this, Kara began to tickle Olive’s other side. “NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!” Olive’s laughter increased significantly with the doubling of tickling nails. “STAHAHAHAHAP!”
“Just laugh, Olive,” Kara began her own set of teasing. “I mean; it’s all you really can do. You’re so helpless… sensitive… unable to resist… at all. Just give into the laughs.”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Kara’s teasing had a clear effect on Olive, who resorted to pure laughter.
Jen knew that it was really probably because she was running out of breath and lost the energy to beg, but she was satisfied, nonetheless. ‘This is definitely fun, breaking down Olive to ticklish laughter. I think it’s better with another tickler. Hey, why didn’t Maddie and I ever do this to Mom or someone else? It was always one of us, mostly Maddie, breaking down the other, usually me, with the help of an outside tickler. Maybe we can team up and tickle people senseless.’
As these evil thoughts swirled around in Jen’s head, her fingers kept crawling all over Olive’s midriff, looking for specific weaknesses. Soon she found one, in Olive’s bellybutton. “EHEHEHEHEHE!” Olive’s squeak when Jen’s nail inadvertently entered her navel sounded like a sudden and high-pitched giggle, and Jen absolutely loved it. Jen repeated the motion with another finger, getting the same result. “EHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!”
“Oh, does someone else have a little tickle button?” Jen teased as she poked in and out of the vulnerable bellybutton, drawing squeaks and heavy laughs out of Olive. “I think it’s time we test out just how ticklish this tickle button is. Don’t you, Kara?”
“I was hoping you’d ask sooner than later,” Kara confirmed with a smirk. She turned to a table next to her clearly meant for holding tickle tools, pulling out a drawer full of them. “What would you like to use to test her, Jen?”
“Hand me the Q-tip, please,” Jen requested. “I want to see if it does to her what it does to other tickle buttons I’ve seen. Kara passed the white tool over to Jen, who stuck it in Olive’s navel, wiggling it around just a little bit. “How does this feel, my ticklish Olive?”
“EHEHEHEHEHEHE!” Olive’s helpless squeals became the dominant sound of the room.
“Ooh, tickles that much?” Jen teasingly inquired. “Good to know, good to know. Let’s see about another technique that I love.” She removed the Q-tip, giving Olive a brief respite as she replaced it with her mouth. “PFFFFT!”
The raspberry drew more hysterical laughter out of Olive, “AHAHAHEHEHEHEHE! EHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Olive mixed her standard squeals from bellybutton tickling with her helpless laughter from when the rest of her tummy was tickled.
‘Interesting,’ Jen observed as she blew another raspberry on her prisoner’s tickle button. ‘It seems that despite the different reactions, she’s actually just as ticklish on the majority of her belly as just in her bellybutton. That could make for a really good time.’
After a few more bellybutton raspberries, Jen brought her mouth up and with Kara, gave Olive another solid stomach tickling, covering her entire abdomen. The ticklee reacted the same as before, with loud, helpless laughs. “Kara, I think it’s time to move on to another tool. Can I get a feather duster? Please get one for yourself, too.”
“Of course,” Kara acknowledged, retrieving two dusters and giving Jen one. A quick glance at Olive confirmed that Jen had made a good choice. Despite her clear exhaustion, Olive’s terrified reaction when Jen mentioned feather dusters was clear; it was the same reaction Jen had when Dungeon Mistress Yvette had teased her about tickling Jen all day. “Your lead.”
“Tickle, tickle, Olive!” Jen knew that was all the teasing she really needed to drive Olive insane; the dusters could do the rest of the talking.
Olive did plenty of talking through residual giggles before the dusters hit, “NOHO PLEHEHESE IHIHILL DOHOHO AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” All that pleading ended when the dusters touched and began dancing all over the ticklish abdomen, replaced by laughter. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“This must just tickle SOOO much,” Jen raised her voice to emphasize her point. “Two feather dusters, on your super ticklish tummy; that sounds like tickle torture for the ticklish Olive. Don’t you think, Olive?”
Olive was completely unable to answer Jen, and probably would not have even if she could. By the looks of it, Jen realized that she was completely in hysterics and could probably only think of the tickling. Knowing that further teasing would be ineffective, Jen decided to talk to Kara instead, “So, Kara, I think this is the secret recipe for making Olive suffer like crazy?”
“You’ve got that right,” Kara confirmed. “This is what her file recommended to tickle her with for maximum tickle torture. Maybe, if we and the others tickle her enough, she’ll learn to behave. Then she’ll get to stay in Queen Mistress Heather’s tickle slave harem instead of being sent back to the Tickle Slave Academy to be sold. You should know that being chosen for service in the Queen Mistress’ Palace is a great honor for tickle slaves, and with Heather as the Queen Mistress, slaves have enjoyed it more than their other options. You can ask her about it later if you want. For now, let’s just have fun teaching Olive a lesson.”
“Yes, she definitely seems ticklish enough for this to be very fun,” Jen declared, having fun breaking down Olive with just a little duster-waving.
The two ticklers continued to tease Olive off and on, sometimes making small talk with each other, for the next ten minutes. Eventually, Kara removed her feather duster as Olive’s laughs started getting weaker, addressing Jen, “Jen, you should stop now.” Jen removed the duster from the tortured ticklish tummy, and Kara continued, “She actually has a bunch of stamina as far as laughing, but she’s not supposed to be pushed into silent laughter. Our job was to tickle her until she went nearly into silent laughter, and now, we need to continue our tour. I’ll let the other ticklers know to come in here and get her laughing again once she recovers. Can I have that duster and Q-tip I gave you earlier?”
“Here they are,” Jen handed the tickle tools back to Kara, and the two left an exhausted Olive, who still had a while of residual giggles to get through, locked on the rack. After they exited the room, Jen wondered, “So, what’s next?”
“Next, we’re going to the stocks,” Kara informed her.
‘The stocks! That’s great!’ Jen was happy inside after hearing this as she confidently followed Kara. She did not look quite as confident as Dungeon Mistress Yvette had been earlier, but she was clearly in a better mood than when Kara had told her they were going to the rack. ‘Well, that means that I’m probably not going to be tickled; well, unless it’s like those stocks Tickle Mistress Wendy and I visited earlier. Oh, well. Even if it is that, it’s not like I can’t take a little tickling now. I’ve had some fun tickling Olive, and if it’s my turn again, well, frankly, I’ve earned that. Plus, going to the stocks might make my feet the prime target, and that will be different. And if I do get to tickle someone, that’ll be real fun. Just more practice for when Queen Mistress Heather assigns me to a Tickle Dungeon. I know, I’ve got to say that I never thought tickle torturing someone else would be as fun it was when I was tickling Olive. I always thought I’d be much shyer when I did it, but it actually gets me feeling surer of my abilities. I can definitely do that again, and now, I really want to just pin someone down and tickle them. Hmm, what would Kara think if I tickled her here and now?’ Jen dwelt on this for a few seconds before she recognized the consequences, ‘Well, if I wasn’t going to get tickled right now, I sure would be after that. Might as well just wait until the next time I get to tickle someone. Kara said it was a mix of tickling and being tickled, and I bet my turn to tickle comes again before too long.’
Jen was into her thoughts so much that she did not realize that Kara and she were stopping at a door until Kara announced, “Jen, so I don’t surprise you like last time, you’re going to be doing the tickling here again. I’ll tell you more about our ticklee when we get inside.”
“Alright,” Jen giddily proclaimed, excited to be getting to tickle someone else right away.
Kara unlocked the door, and the two went inside, with Kara immediately going for a folder. Jen went to the ticklee, who was secured in the stocks, and looked her over. She was probably in her thirties, definitely older than Olive. As far as the bondage, the ticklee’s feet were secured firmly in the stocks, her toes tied up to prevent any movement. Her arms were bound out to the side in a ‘T’ position, exposing her upper body to any tickling that her ticklers had in mind. Finally, Kara stated, “Jen, we’ve got a special treat. Gina here is a Tickle Noble. They live up in the Queen Mistress’ Palace and are fairly wealthy members of the Tickle Cartel. However, Gina looks like she got into some trouble. According to the file, she disobeyed Queen Mistress Heather one too many times and got sent down here for some attitude readjustment. Now, same as Olive, would you like to know Gina’s worst spots, or do you want to explore for them yourself?”
“I like the joy of finding them out on my own,” Jen responded, an evil glint in her eyes. “Although based on Gina’s position, I think I might have a good clue of where to look. Shall we, Kara?”
“We shall,” Kara confirmed, a smile also on her face. The two ticklers moved into position, both centering around one of Gina’s bare feet.
“So, Gina, I just have to ask,” Jen stated as she cupped the sole of her ticklee’s bare right foot in her left hand, “just how… ticklish… is this helpless foot of yours?” She emphasized the word ‘ticklish’ in an attempt to scare Gina a little, and it clearly worked, judging by the light squirming her upper body did. “That bad? Well, you’re in for a loooong time here.” Jen ran a single nail up the center of Gina’s soft foot, from her arch to her middle toe.
“EEK!” Gina squealed out. At the first small tickle, her squirming intensified, her legs wobbling back and forth and becoming very noticeable. However, Gina’s feet never moved, remaining completely helpless to whatever Jen and Kara had planned. Jen smirked, forming an evil smile with her face, and put two nails on Gina’s big and pinky toes. Before she had a chance to tickle with these, the ticklee let out a loud squeal, followed by persistent laughter. “AHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHO!” Surprised, Jen glanced over at Kara, finding the reason for Gina’s hysterics. Unlike with Olive, Kara no longer wanted to observe Jen’s tickling skills. She was raking one hand from the base of Gina’s toes to the bottom of her soles, and the other was dancing all across her ticklee’s toes. The combination was driving Gina crazy, based on the wild movement of her upper body and legs, and Jen thought she might as well join in. However, not wanting to let her ticklee predict what she would do, Jen decided to tickle up and down the bottom of the soft feet with both hands, going from the sole up to and in between the ticklish toes with a light touch.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle, ticklish Gina!” Jen teased loudly as she implemented her technique, half trying to get Gina to hear her while knowing she was probably laughing too hard to hear anything else. She applied her ticklish technique for a minute or so as laughter filled the room. Then, deciding to be even more unpredictable, Jen tried lightly tickling the sides of Gina’s feet. “How does this feel, Gina? Does it tickle? Does it tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle?”
‘Well, that worked,’ Jen noticed as she observed a change in Gina’s reaction. Before, Gina had been laughing hysterically, as was usual with a ticklee. When Jen started tickling the sides of her feet, Gina’s eyes bugged out, and she threw her head back into the soft headrest designed to protect her while being tickled. ‘Yeah, this works great, Kara,’ Jen smiled at Kara when the other tickler looked over to see what happened. Kara smiled back in approval, continuing her raking technique to keep Gina in hysterics. ‘Even better, Kara knows for sure that I can find super ticklish spots on anyone. Not just people with super sensitive stomachs. You know what? I bet there might even be a better spot to try on her.’
“Hey, tickle toy, how does this feel?” Jen addressed Gina again, despite the fact that there was no way the question reached the ticklee, as she swapped spots. This time, Jen decided to tickle the tops of the ticklish feet, from the toenails to the ankles. Gina lifted her head when Jen removed her fingernails from the sides of her feet, and promptly threw it back again when the tops of her toes became the new target. “Ooh, this looks like it’s good. Maybe I should just tickle these all day, tickle toy. Kara, I think I found her most sensitive spot.” With an encouraging and affirming smile from Kara urging her on, Jen continued to lightly dance her fingernails across the ticklish tops, and Gina continued to go wild.
“STAHAHAHAHAHAP!” Gina was begging Jen and Kara the entire time, trying to get them to stop tickling her most ticklish spots.
After four more minutes of tickle torturing their ticklee, Kara stopped and told Jen, “Jen, it’s time to stop. We need to move on in the tour.” Jen quickly slowed and then stopped her tickling, and Gina began to regain her breath as the two exited the room. “Sorry, Jen, I wasn’t paying enough attention to the time. I was planning on getting out tools, but we ran out of time. Although I must say, I think your tickling was better than any tools would have been. You had her laughing more than I thought she would be laughing, and I think you did find her most ticklish spot. I’ll have to tell Dungeon Mistress Yvette to test that out. Her file had her soles as her most ticklish spot, but you may have proved that wrong.”
“Nice,” Jen responded, satisfied that she could have been even better than a tickle test at finding Gina’s most ticklish spot.
“Well, now we’re going to go to what I’m pretty sure is the most torturous punishment the Royal Tickle Dungeon has to offer,” Kara announced.
“Okay,” Jen was still fairly happy, showing it with the tone of her voice and a big smile.
Kara shot Jen a questioning look, then reached out, twisted Jen around so her back was to Kara’s front, and cuffed her arms behind her back in one swift motion. She squeezed Jen’s sides, then rushed her fingers into Jen’s bellybutton, wiggling a finger furiously in it, and Jen let out squeals of hysterical laughter. With another swivel, Jen was face to face with Kara, who leaned down and blew a huge raspberry in her navel. Finally, Kara addressed her, “You’re going to be the tickle toy in our most torturous punishment, Jen.” Jen did not have time to start thinking about what this meant as Kara turned her back around and forced her towards their next destination.
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Chapter 7: Palace Night: Dungeon, Part 5
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