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Here is Part 7 of Chapter 7 of The Tickle Cartel. I've been waiting to do this part for a while, so I got quite carried away, and it's another long read.
I know this chapter is getting pretty long, so I'm going to try and wrap it up in the next chapter (assuming I can keep the next scenes shorter) or two.
Please let me know what you think, and thank you for reading!
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Chapter 7: Palace Night: Dungeon, Part 6
‘This toothbrush tickles so, so much!’ Jen was caught thinking as she writhed and laughed all the way to the break room. ‘Why did Kara do this to me? I can’t get away at all from this little instrument of tickle torture! I’m going to have to use this on all my ticklees when I get a job here. At least everyone with a bellybutton as ticklish as mine.’
Jen was resigned to her thoughts, as well as her laughter, until Kara saw a couple of Dungeon Ticklers she recognized. “Lisa, Shelley, hi!” Kara announced as she saw two middle-aged women carrying feather dusters.
“Hey, Kara,” the taller one, about 6’ 2”, greeted Kara.
“Where are you two off to?” Kara asked.
“Well, we’ve got a hot date with a couple of ticklees on the rack,” the shorter one, about 5’ 7”, responded. “Real ticklish tummies, and they hate feathers! Shelley and I are going to have lots of fun with them. Who’s your prisoner, Kara?”
“Well, she’s actually not a prisoner; she’s on a tour with me,” Kara corrected. “I just thought I’d have a little fun with her on our way to the break room.”
“Got to have fun with them while you have them,” Shelley agreed with a wink.
“You two want to tickle her?” Kara wondered. “She’s got a real sensitive stomach, too, and while she doesn’t hate feathers, she’ll laugh like she does!”
Jen’s laughter and squirming both ramped up significantly as she felt several feathers dance across her midriff in addition to the pesky toothbrush in her bellybutton, “AHAHAHAHAHA TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES!”
“She’s a feisty one; I can see,” Lisa observed as they tickled Jen for about a minute. “Anyway, we’ve got to get going; if we’re late, you know what Dungeon Mistress Yvette will do to us. We’ll see you tonight, and we’re bringing these, so you better be ready.”
“Yeah, you’d better hurry there,” Kara affirmed. “And you both better be ready for my nails. They won’t show you any mercy tonight.” As the two other Dungeon Ticklers walked along, Kara addressed Jen, “Nice gals. Like to tickle me, but quite ticklish themselves.”
Jen lost all that in her hysterical laughter as she was led towards the break room, squirming and screaming. ‘Get this out!’ she was pleading inside her head. ‘How does this tickle so much more than a normal electric toothbrush? You know what? Maybe I just need to calm down and accept the tickling.’ After a few deep breaths, full of laughter of course, Jen recalled her tickling on the ship and how much she enjoyed being tickled. ‘Okay, I can handle this. It’s just a bit of intense tickling. Just like I used to always enjoy.’
Jen’s laughter was not indicative of her internally relaxed state, “AHAHAHAHAHA IHIHIHITS STUHUHUHUCK IHIHIHIN THEHEHEHRE! AHAHAHAHA! IHIHIT REHEHEHEHELLY TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES!” In addition, she was wildly wiggling, reactively trying to get the toothbrush out of her super sensitive tickle button. Kara did not pay Jen much attention, just enough to make sure she was breathing fine, as she led her to the break room.
When they finally got to the break room, Kara switched off the electric toothbrush, greatly relieving Jen, and then removed it from her bellybutton. Before Jen could collapse onto the floor, Kara got her a chair to fall into. She took off Jen’s fuzzy handcuffs, and Jen reactively went to cover her bare belly. “You’re so cute like that, Jen,” Kara teased, and Jen responded with an exhausted glare. “I’ll get you something else to eat and drink, and after we eat, I have a little surprise for you.”
‘What could the surprise be?’ Jen wondered to herself. ‘I mean, she just got through letting that toothbrush tickle torture my bellybutton for a long time, along with some feathers, wherever they came from.’ Then Jen turned around to look for Kara and saw something that made shivers run down her back: An X-frame. ‘No one’s strapped in there right now. Kara’s definitely going to want to put me in there, and then it’s going to be all tummy tickles.’
Kara turned back around after picking up some stuff out of the fridge in the break room, looking at Jen quizzically. “Jen, what are you looking at?” she inquired, turning and seeing the X-frame for herself. “Oh, Jen, don’t worry about that. It may or may not be a part of the surprise, but I’m sure you’ll have a good time. Have something to eat.”
As Jen and Kara munched on the food, Jen thought about being bound and tickled right after they were done, ‘I bet she’s got some tools that she’ll use on me. But she did say I would enjoy it; maybe she’ll just go light on me. She’s been pretty rough lately with merciless tickles. That would be kind of good.’
Upon seeing Jen deep in thought, Kara decide to have a little fun, running her fingernail up Jen’s bare side. “AHAHA!” Jen squeaked out.
“You just make yourself so tickleable, Jen,” Kara’s mischievous grin spoke for her. “What were you thinking about?”
“Nothing,” Jen refused to answer as she scooted a little away to prevent Kara from tickling it out of her.
Kara respected Jen’s wishes, and the two ate in silence for another few minutes. When they were done, the guide announced, “Jen, there’s a restroom past the X-frame to the right. I’ll clean up, and then we can get to your surprise.” Jen took the opportunity to use the restroom, as did Kara after she finished cleaning up. When Kara came back, Jen was sitting on one of the chairs, waiting for her. “You ready for your surprise?”
“I guess so,” Jen responded in a deadpanned tone, staring straight at Kara.
“Well, I have to admit that I’m a bit scared for this surprise,” Kara peaked Jen’s curiosity with this statement. “I’m going to let you tickle me, and on that X-frame.”
“Really?” Jen could hardly believe her luck.
“Yes,” Kara confirmed, her voice now the nervous one. “And you should understand that I’m quite nervous because I’ve seen how effective you’ve been at tickling prisoners in here. Of course, I probably made it worse by tickling you quite intensely here, and now I’m giving you a chance for revenge. In case you’re wondering, I made this decision because you persisted through the elevator tickling; I let everyone who tours with me tickle me. I’ve seen better pure ticklers than you, but none who could both dish it out and take it as well as you, so you should be proud of that. However, you should know that your tickling talent does make me very nervous, especially with how much I’ve put you through. You should know that I’m very, very ticklish, and so I’ll have another one of my Dungeon Ticklers, Vicky, observe to make sure you don’t accidentally push me past my limits. I won’t tell you where I’m most ticklish, since I know you like finding that out, but I’m sure it won’t take long. Also, there’s some tickle tools in the back room with Vicky, so if you’re ready, let’s go there first, and you can pick out some good stuff to get me with. So, you ready to go?”
“Of course,” Jen was, in fact, very excited to get some revenge on Kara. “Although I’m sure some of the time will have to be me using these nails.”
“I was afraid you’d say that,” Kara resigned herself to her fate. “Just remember that I know all your worst spots, and this is not the last thing in the tour.”
“You’ve already put me through so much; there’s not much you can say to discourage me now,” Jen deflected the implicit attack.
“I want you to have fun, so you tickle me as much as you like,” Kara stated. “I’ll find my way to get you back, and I’m sure you’ll have fun with that, too. Here we are.”
“Wow,” Jen was stunned when she looked around the tickle tool room. Every tickle tool you could think of seemed to be in this room. There was a section of light tickle tools, such as feather dusters, feathers, and Q-tips. On another wall were electric tools, like electric toothbrushes, flossers, massagers, and some tools that looked like they spun tickly materials at the push of a button. There were dedicated sections to fingernail extensions and all the different kinds of brushes. “So, can I pick…”
“Anything you want,” Kara finished Jen’s sentence, shivering a little bit. “Also, I should introduce you to Vicky. Vicky, this is Jen.”
Jen turned around to see another Dungeon Tickler, dressed exactly like Kara. “Hi, Vicky,” she greeted the newcomer with an extended hand.
“Hi, Jen,” Vicky took her hand and shook it. “So, I hear you’re going to tickle torture Kara. You’ve definitely come to the right place. Let me know if you want help picking out some good tools for her.”
“Thanks,” Jen replied as she turned back to the tickle tools.
‘Hmm, what to get to tickle Kara,’ Jen pondered as she eyed the massive selection of possibilities. ‘Well, she’s seemed to shiver a lot when I get toothbrushes and flossers, so let’s get one of each of those. And you know what, she’s seemed to imply that her tummy is super ticklish, since she related so much with me when I was being tickled by Dungeon Mistress Yvette. Maybe I should grab a duster to test out that theory.’
Kara was sweating as she watched Jen pick out tools. ‘Does she know about my belly already?’ she internally wondered. ‘I didn’t give that out so easily, did I?’
Her hands fairly full at this point, Jen announced, “I think I’m ready to get my revenge on you, Kara.”
Kara swallowed her nervousness to declare, “Then let’s get going. Vicky, I believe I explained what your job is earlier.”
“Yep, I’m supposed to watch you and let Jen know when you hit your limit,” Vicky confirmed. “Up until then, I let Jen tickle torture you.” When they returned to the main break room, Kara got up on the X-frame while Jen set her tools down, wanting to start with her nails. “Jen, do you want to tie Kara up yourself?”
“Umm, I actually don’t know how to do that,” Jen revealed, shy and a little ashamed.
“Oh, that’s perfectly fine; no one’s expected to know that when they first start at the Tickle Cartel,” Kara reassured her.
“Kara, you’re not supposed to be speaking, except for laughing and pleading when Jen tickles you,” Vicky reprimanded her. “Jen, she is correct about expectations at the Tickle Cartel, but given that she’s acted out, do you want to quickly punish her? I’ll hold her arms up.”
“Gladly,” Jen accepted, walking over.
‘Now’s a good time as ever to test that ticklish tummy theory,’ Jen thought. ‘And why not test it with a real good treat?’
Kara was not prepared for Jen to go ahead and blow a raspberry right into her bellybutton, and she screamed out, “NOHOHOHOHO! NAHAHAHAHAT THAHAHAHAT!” With her arms held securely by Vicky, there was nothing Kara could do for the few seconds the raspberry lasted.
“Good one, Jen,” Vicky complimented Jen as she used the chains on the X-frame to bind Kara’s wrists and ankles while she was recovering from the sudden zerbert. “One Dungeon Tickler, all trussed up for tickling. Have fun, Jen. I’ll let you know when to stop.”
“Hey, Kara,” Jen got Kara to look down at her, slightly fearfully. “Look at my nails. They’re going to tickle, tickle, tickle you!”
“EHEHEHEHEHE!” Kara could not hold in her giggles as Jen wiggled her fingers an inch out from her bare belly. “JEHEHEHEHEN DOHOHOHOHOHONT!”
“Ooh, is your tummy a really, really, ticklish tummy?” Jen teased. “I haven’t even touched you, and you’re begging me.”
“COHOHOHOME OHOHOHON!” Kara begged. “EHEHEHE GOHOHOHO SOHOHOMEWHEHEHRE EHEHEHELSEHEHEHE! THAHAHATS TOHOHOHO TIHIHIHICKLIHISH!”
“Wow, I haven’t even started this,” Jen began as her fingers finally made contact, throwing Kara into hysterics, “and she’s already begging me. Well, now she has a good reason to beg. I’ve been told this technique tickles tons.”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHO!” Kara protested the actual start of the tickling on her midriff. “GEHEHEHEHET THEHEHEHEM OHOHOHOHOFF!”
“Is the big, strong, Kara, the one who couldn’t seem to stop tickling me, super ticklish herself?” Jen went all in on the teasing. “You loved teasing me, Kara; how’s your own medicine tasting? Fingers spidering all over this super sensitive stomach. Does that tickle, Kara? Does it?”
“YEHEHEHEHEHES!” Kara managed to answer in her laughter. “STAHAHAHAHAP! NOHOHOHOHOHOHO! EHEHEHEHEHEHE!”
Jen heard the loud squeal that came out when she hit Kara’s bellybutton, and she immediately realized, ‘Oh, this revenge just got a lot better. She’s been teasing me nonstop about my ticklish bellybutton, when all this time, she was hiding one herself.’
“Does someone have a tickle button?” Jen playfully inquired. “The same person who’s been tickling me there and tormenting me because of how ticklish mine is? You’re in a lot of tickle trouble, Kara.” Jen was not sure she could replicate Kara’s raspberries around the bellybutton trick, but she could definitely spider her nails in circles to the same effect.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Unlike Jen, Kara was not having fun getting her most ticklish spot revealed to her tickler, and so soon.
‘No, not the spider circles,’ Kara complained to herself when she felt Jen go to this technique. ‘These are killer for me.’
“Ooh, Kara watch out, the circles are getting smaller and smaller,” Jen teased, thoroughly enjoying herself as she spidered around Kara’s navel. “When will they hit that tickle button of yours? When do you think, Kara?”
Kara really did not care when they hit her bellybutton; they tickled plenty where they were. “AHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHO STAHAHAHAHAHAP!” she gave out general pleas in an attempt to get Jen to slow down or stop.
“Nope, you said to have fun, and that’s what I’m doing,” Jen refuted as her fingers finally made it into Kara’s bellybutton.
“NOHOHOHOHOHO!” Kara let out loud, hysterical squeals as her hyper-ticklish tickle button was exploited. “NAHAHAHAHAHAT THAHAHAHAT!”
‘And now I know why everyone’s been screaming all day,’ Kara thought to herself as Jen tickle tortured her. ‘She’s probably one of the best nail ticklers I’ve ever met. Probably better than me, definitely better than a lot of the employees here. I see why Queen Mistress Heather wanted her to work in a dungeon.’
“Do my nails tickle?” Jen saw no reason to stop the teasing. “Wow, just ten little fingernails driving my tickler for this whole tour to hysterical laughter. I suppose you can have a quick break from that tickle technique. Of course, we’ll have to swap to another one. PFFFT!”
The loud navel raspberry, blown right after Jen removed her nails, did Kara in, “OHOHOHORAHAHANGE PUHUHUHRPLE! BLUHUHUHUHUE! GREHEHEHEN BLAHAHAHACK!” Kara began shouting out colors, sure that one of them was her safeword.
“Jen, give her a break,” Vicky stepped up at the first mention of a color, but the stoppage of tickling failed to keep Kara from saying the other ones. “She needs to breathe some.” Jen obediently drew away from Kara, going over to her tickle tool collection. “Wow, Jen. You’re a really good tickler. I haven’t seen Kara get that hysterical with anyone but Queen Mistress Heather and Dungeon Mistress Yvette in a long time.”
“Thanks,” Jen thanked the other Dungeon Tickler. “She deserved it; I’ve been on the receiving end of stuff like that all day.”
“I bet you have,” Vicky responded. “She’s always getting herself in trouble with the people she’s guiding, tickling them whenever she can. So, what tools are you thinking about using? I have complete confidence that you know exactly what to do with them.”
“Well, I think I’ll check all three of these out,” Jen proclaimed as Kara finally caught her breath. “Kara seems to laugh about as much as me to similar techniques, so this feather duster will be a fun addition all over her tummy. And she loved tickling me with electric toothbrushes and electric flossers, so I think I’ll stick them in her tickle button and see what happens.”
‘Well, goodbye to my sanity when being tickled,’ Kara hung her head in shame as she realized just how bad this would be. ‘Guess I gave her a layout to how to best get me; it’s the same methods that got her in hysterics. The difference is that she loved them, and I hate them.’
“Kara, are you ready for more tickle, tickle, tickles?” Jen questioned as she returned, with the feather duster in one hand and the electric toothbrush and flosser in the other.
“Have fun, JEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Kara did not finish her sentence before Jen’s feather duster began traversing her torso. “GEHEHEHET IHIHIHIT OHOHOHOFF GEHEHEHET IHIHIHIT OHOHOHOHOFF!”
“Oh, do you want to stop thinking about that duster?” Jen innocently wondered. “I think I can take your mind off it for a little bit.”
‘No, no, don’t do that!’ Kara’s mind was the first to react when both the electric toothbrush and the electric flosser managed to fit inside her bellybutton. ‘Anything but that! It’s torture. Not my bellybutton!’
Outside, Kara’s reactions were much the same, “AHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP! NOHOHOHOHO! DOHOHOHOHOHONT! STAHAHAHAHAP THAHAHAHAHAT!”
“Oh, you don’t want me to stop tickling your bellybutton with these tools?” Jen teasingly questioned. “Sounds good to me. They seem like they’re working quite well.”
“GEHEHEHEHET THEHEHEHEM OHOHOHOHOUT!” Kara’s laughter began to overtake her, but she was able to put in one more desperate plea. “AHAHAHAHAHA!” The ticklee was wiggling as much as she could, which was next to nothing, as she threw her head back in ticklish laughter. “AHAHAHAHAHA!”
After a minute or so of this, Vicky finally decided to intervene, “Hey, Jen, go a bit lighter on her. She’s getting close to her limit.”
Observing Kara closely, Jen agreed, and she set down the duster and moved the other tools around, “You’re right. She does seem to be getting pretty exhausted.” The toothbrush was the more mobile of the tickle tools, so Jen began running it all over her ticklee’s abdomen. She also danced the flosser around Kara’s midsection, mirroring the toothbrush with it, and although it was not quite as effective as in the bellybutton, it still elicited plenty of laughs from its target.
“AHAHAHANOHOHAHAHA!” Kara began to mix in words with her laughter again, indicating that this was the right level of tickling. Jen continued to dance the two tools over her ticklee’s midriff for another few minutes, every little bit circling and then plunging them into her navel for a devastating effect. Finally, the tickler realized that her guide was very near her limits, so any last fun would have to happen now.
“You ready for the grand finale, my ticklish prisoner?” Jen teased Kara, leaning in near her ear. “Because it’s going to tickle. It’s going to tickle so much you’ll wish you had never put me in that sensory deprivation tickle torture chamber. Time for tickle torture, Kara!” Jen set down the flosser and began circling Kara’s tickle button with the toothbrush. With her ticklee expecting the toothbrush to go inside any minute, Jen rushed it to her left side, tickling the right with her nails, and made room in the center for a series of bellybutton raspberries.
“NOHOHOHOHOHO!” Kara squealed out as she felt the raspberries hit. “DOHOHOHONT DOHOHOHOHO THAHAHAHAT!”
“You want the toothbrush?” Jen asked. Not waiting for an answer, she removed her mouth and put the toothbrush it the ticklish navel, drawing out similar squeals from Kara.
After thirty seconds, Jen removed the toothbrush and set it down, opting to finish the tickling with her nails. They danced quick, random patterns on Kara’s bare belly before coming in and circling the bellybutton one last time. Kara screamed as loud as she could at the start of the technique, and when the nails finally entered her innie navel, her hysterical laughter tailed off and went silent.
Jen kept the fingers in her guide’s tickle button for just a few seconds before Vicky announced, “Alright, Jen. She’s at her limit. You need to stop tickling her.” Jen obliged, and Vicky came over to undo her fellow Dungeon Tickler’s bondage. “You’re quite talented, Jen. What are you going to be doing for the Tickle Cartel?”
“Queen Mistress Heather said she wanted me to be a tickler in one of the dungeons,” Jen revealed.
“Seems very fitting,” Vicky responded as she held Kara’s body upright after undoing the bonds. “Jen, can you help me get her down safely? I don’t think she can stand on her own just quite yet.” With both Jen and Vicky working, they got Kara off the X-frame and into a chair. Vicky looked Kara over to make sure she was fine, and then she went to get some food and water for her fellow Dungeon Tickler. “Kara, how was that?”
“Jen,” Kara addressed her former tickler, staring into her eyes, “I’m going to get you tickled so much at our next stop. You are an evil tickler, especially with your nails. I don’t want to see you working in this tickle dungeon. I’m sure your talents will be used quite well anywhere, but I don’t want to be under those nails again.”
“To be honest, after seeing that, I don’t either,” Vicky stated as she provided Kara with some nourishment. “I’d hate to see what you’d have in store for my thighs and hips. But Kara, you’re doing fine?”
“I’ll be fine once I finish this,” Kara confirmed, and Jen breathed a sigh of relief, knowing she had not gone too far. “That was a very good job, Jen.”
“Thanks,” Jen was not quite sure what to say to that, but she figured a thank you would be appropriate. “So, what’s next on the agenda?”
“Tickle torture for you,” Kara snapped back, then curled her mouth into a smug, yet friendly grin. “I think you’ll like it, though. I’ll just guarantee that it will be lots of laughs for you. And since you paid special attention to my bellybutton here, I’ll pay special attention to yours there.” Hearing that her most ticklish spot would be the main target brought an odd sense of happiness to Jen. After eating and drinking and sitting for another minute, Kara was able to stand up and declare, “Jen, time to go have you be the ticklee again!”
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Chapter 7: Palace Night: Dungeon, Part 8
I know this chapter is getting pretty long, so I'm going to try and wrap it up in the next chapter (assuming I can keep the next scenes shorter) or two.
Please let me know what you think, and thank you for reading!
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Chapter 7: Palace Night: Dungeon, Part 6
‘This toothbrush tickles so, so much!’ Jen was caught thinking as she writhed and laughed all the way to the break room. ‘Why did Kara do this to me? I can’t get away at all from this little instrument of tickle torture! I’m going to have to use this on all my ticklees when I get a job here. At least everyone with a bellybutton as ticklish as mine.’
Jen was resigned to her thoughts, as well as her laughter, until Kara saw a couple of Dungeon Ticklers she recognized. “Lisa, Shelley, hi!” Kara announced as she saw two middle-aged women carrying feather dusters.
“Hey, Kara,” the taller one, about 6’ 2”, greeted Kara.
“Where are you two off to?” Kara asked.
“Well, we’ve got a hot date with a couple of ticklees on the rack,” the shorter one, about 5’ 7”, responded. “Real ticklish tummies, and they hate feathers! Shelley and I are going to have lots of fun with them. Who’s your prisoner, Kara?”
“Well, she’s actually not a prisoner; she’s on a tour with me,” Kara corrected. “I just thought I’d have a little fun with her on our way to the break room.”
“Got to have fun with them while you have them,” Shelley agreed with a wink.
“You two want to tickle her?” Kara wondered. “She’s got a real sensitive stomach, too, and while she doesn’t hate feathers, she’ll laugh like she does!”
Jen’s laughter and squirming both ramped up significantly as she felt several feathers dance across her midriff in addition to the pesky toothbrush in her bellybutton, “AHAHAHAHAHA TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES!”
“She’s a feisty one; I can see,” Lisa observed as they tickled Jen for about a minute. “Anyway, we’ve got to get going; if we’re late, you know what Dungeon Mistress Yvette will do to us. We’ll see you tonight, and we’re bringing these, so you better be ready.”
“Yeah, you’d better hurry there,” Kara affirmed. “And you both better be ready for my nails. They won’t show you any mercy tonight.” As the two other Dungeon Ticklers walked along, Kara addressed Jen, “Nice gals. Like to tickle me, but quite ticklish themselves.”
Jen lost all that in her hysterical laughter as she was led towards the break room, squirming and screaming. ‘Get this out!’ she was pleading inside her head. ‘How does this tickle so much more than a normal electric toothbrush? You know what? Maybe I just need to calm down and accept the tickling.’ After a few deep breaths, full of laughter of course, Jen recalled her tickling on the ship and how much she enjoyed being tickled. ‘Okay, I can handle this. It’s just a bit of intense tickling. Just like I used to always enjoy.’
Jen’s laughter was not indicative of her internally relaxed state, “AHAHAHAHAHA IHIHIHITS STUHUHUHUCK IHIHIHIN THEHEHEHRE! AHAHAHAHA! IHIHIT REHEHEHEHELLY TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES!” In addition, she was wildly wiggling, reactively trying to get the toothbrush out of her super sensitive tickle button. Kara did not pay Jen much attention, just enough to make sure she was breathing fine, as she led her to the break room.
When they finally got to the break room, Kara switched off the electric toothbrush, greatly relieving Jen, and then removed it from her bellybutton. Before Jen could collapse onto the floor, Kara got her a chair to fall into. She took off Jen’s fuzzy handcuffs, and Jen reactively went to cover her bare belly. “You’re so cute like that, Jen,” Kara teased, and Jen responded with an exhausted glare. “I’ll get you something else to eat and drink, and after we eat, I have a little surprise for you.”
‘What could the surprise be?’ Jen wondered to herself. ‘I mean, she just got through letting that toothbrush tickle torture my bellybutton for a long time, along with some feathers, wherever they came from.’ Then Jen turned around to look for Kara and saw something that made shivers run down her back: An X-frame. ‘No one’s strapped in there right now. Kara’s definitely going to want to put me in there, and then it’s going to be all tummy tickles.’
Kara turned back around after picking up some stuff out of the fridge in the break room, looking at Jen quizzically. “Jen, what are you looking at?” she inquired, turning and seeing the X-frame for herself. “Oh, Jen, don’t worry about that. It may or may not be a part of the surprise, but I’m sure you’ll have a good time. Have something to eat.”
As Jen and Kara munched on the food, Jen thought about being bound and tickled right after they were done, ‘I bet she’s got some tools that she’ll use on me. But she did say I would enjoy it; maybe she’ll just go light on me. She’s been pretty rough lately with merciless tickles. That would be kind of good.’
Upon seeing Jen deep in thought, Kara decide to have a little fun, running her fingernail up Jen’s bare side. “AHAHA!” Jen squeaked out.
“You just make yourself so tickleable, Jen,” Kara’s mischievous grin spoke for her. “What were you thinking about?”
“Nothing,” Jen refused to answer as she scooted a little away to prevent Kara from tickling it out of her.
Kara respected Jen’s wishes, and the two ate in silence for another few minutes. When they were done, the guide announced, “Jen, there’s a restroom past the X-frame to the right. I’ll clean up, and then we can get to your surprise.” Jen took the opportunity to use the restroom, as did Kara after she finished cleaning up. When Kara came back, Jen was sitting on one of the chairs, waiting for her. “You ready for your surprise?”
“I guess so,” Jen responded in a deadpanned tone, staring straight at Kara.
“Well, I have to admit that I’m a bit scared for this surprise,” Kara peaked Jen’s curiosity with this statement. “I’m going to let you tickle me, and on that X-frame.”
“Really?” Jen could hardly believe her luck.
“Yes,” Kara confirmed, her voice now the nervous one. “And you should understand that I’m quite nervous because I’ve seen how effective you’ve been at tickling prisoners in here. Of course, I probably made it worse by tickling you quite intensely here, and now I’m giving you a chance for revenge. In case you’re wondering, I made this decision because you persisted through the elevator tickling; I let everyone who tours with me tickle me. I’ve seen better pure ticklers than you, but none who could both dish it out and take it as well as you, so you should be proud of that. However, you should know that your tickling talent does make me very nervous, especially with how much I’ve put you through. You should know that I’m very, very ticklish, and so I’ll have another one of my Dungeon Ticklers, Vicky, observe to make sure you don’t accidentally push me past my limits. I won’t tell you where I’m most ticklish, since I know you like finding that out, but I’m sure it won’t take long. Also, there’s some tickle tools in the back room with Vicky, so if you’re ready, let’s go there first, and you can pick out some good stuff to get me with. So, you ready to go?”
“Of course,” Jen was, in fact, very excited to get some revenge on Kara. “Although I’m sure some of the time will have to be me using these nails.”
“I was afraid you’d say that,” Kara resigned herself to her fate. “Just remember that I know all your worst spots, and this is not the last thing in the tour.”
“You’ve already put me through so much; there’s not much you can say to discourage me now,” Jen deflected the implicit attack.
“I want you to have fun, so you tickle me as much as you like,” Kara stated. “I’ll find my way to get you back, and I’m sure you’ll have fun with that, too. Here we are.”
“Wow,” Jen was stunned when she looked around the tickle tool room. Every tickle tool you could think of seemed to be in this room. There was a section of light tickle tools, such as feather dusters, feathers, and Q-tips. On another wall were electric tools, like electric toothbrushes, flossers, massagers, and some tools that looked like they spun tickly materials at the push of a button. There were dedicated sections to fingernail extensions and all the different kinds of brushes. “So, can I pick…”
“Anything you want,” Kara finished Jen’s sentence, shivering a little bit. “Also, I should introduce you to Vicky. Vicky, this is Jen.”
Jen turned around to see another Dungeon Tickler, dressed exactly like Kara. “Hi, Vicky,” she greeted the newcomer with an extended hand.
“Hi, Jen,” Vicky took her hand and shook it. “So, I hear you’re going to tickle torture Kara. You’ve definitely come to the right place. Let me know if you want help picking out some good tools for her.”
“Thanks,” Jen replied as she turned back to the tickle tools.
‘Hmm, what to get to tickle Kara,’ Jen pondered as she eyed the massive selection of possibilities. ‘Well, she’s seemed to shiver a lot when I get toothbrushes and flossers, so let’s get one of each of those. And you know what, she’s seemed to imply that her tummy is super ticklish, since she related so much with me when I was being tickled by Dungeon Mistress Yvette. Maybe I should grab a duster to test out that theory.’
Kara was sweating as she watched Jen pick out tools. ‘Does she know about my belly already?’ she internally wondered. ‘I didn’t give that out so easily, did I?’
Her hands fairly full at this point, Jen announced, “I think I’m ready to get my revenge on you, Kara.”
Kara swallowed her nervousness to declare, “Then let’s get going. Vicky, I believe I explained what your job is earlier.”
“Yep, I’m supposed to watch you and let Jen know when you hit your limit,” Vicky confirmed. “Up until then, I let Jen tickle torture you.” When they returned to the main break room, Kara got up on the X-frame while Jen set her tools down, wanting to start with her nails. “Jen, do you want to tie Kara up yourself?”
“Umm, I actually don’t know how to do that,” Jen revealed, shy and a little ashamed.
“Oh, that’s perfectly fine; no one’s expected to know that when they first start at the Tickle Cartel,” Kara reassured her.
“Kara, you’re not supposed to be speaking, except for laughing and pleading when Jen tickles you,” Vicky reprimanded her. “Jen, she is correct about expectations at the Tickle Cartel, but given that she’s acted out, do you want to quickly punish her? I’ll hold her arms up.”
“Gladly,” Jen accepted, walking over.
‘Now’s a good time as ever to test that ticklish tummy theory,’ Jen thought. ‘And why not test it with a real good treat?’
Kara was not prepared for Jen to go ahead and blow a raspberry right into her bellybutton, and she screamed out, “NOHOHOHOHO! NAHAHAHAHAT THAHAHAHAT!” With her arms held securely by Vicky, there was nothing Kara could do for the few seconds the raspberry lasted.
“Good one, Jen,” Vicky complimented Jen as she used the chains on the X-frame to bind Kara’s wrists and ankles while she was recovering from the sudden zerbert. “One Dungeon Tickler, all trussed up for tickling. Have fun, Jen. I’ll let you know when to stop.”
“Hey, Kara,” Jen got Kara to look down at her, slightly fearfully. “Look at my nails. They’re going to tickle, tickle, tickle you!”
“EHEHEHEHEHE!” Kara could not hold in her giggles as Jen wiggled her fingers an inch out from her bare belly. “JEHEHEHEHEN DOHOHOHOHOHONT!”
“Ooh, is your tummy a really, really, ticklish tummy?” Jen teased. “I haven’t even touched you, and you’re begging me.”
“COHOHOHOME OHOHOHON!” Kara begged. “EHEHEHE GOHOHOHO SOHOHOMEWHEHEHRE EHEHEHELSEHEHEHE! THAHAHATS TOHOHOHO TIHIHIHICKLIHISH!”
“Wow, I haven’t even started this,” Jen began as her fingers finally made contact, throwing Kara into hysterics, “and she’s already begging me. Well, now she has a good reason to beg. I’ve been told this technique tickles tons.”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHO!” Kara protested the actual start of the tickling on her midriff. “GEHEHEHEHET THEHEHEHEM OHOHOHOHOFF!”
“Is the big, strong, Kara, the one who couldn’t seem to stop tickling me, super ticklish herself?” Jen went all in on the teasing. “You loved teasing me, Kara; how’s your own medicine tasting? Fingers spidering all over this super sensitive stomach. Does that tickle, Kara? Does it?”
“YEHEHEHEHEHES!” Kara managed to answer in her laughter. “STAHAHAHAHAP! NOHOHOHOHOHOHO! EHEHEHEHEHEHE!”
Jen heard the loud squeal that came out when she hit Kara’s bellybutton, and she immediately realized, ‘Oh, this revenge just got a lot better. She’s been teasing me nonstop about my ticklish bellybutton, when all this time, she was hiding one herself.’
“Does someone have a tickle button?” Jen playfully inquired. “The same person who’s been tickling me there and tormenting me because of how ticklish mine is? You’re in a lot of tickle trouble, Kara.” Jen was not sure she could replicate Kara’s raspberries around the bellybutton trick, but she could definitely spider her nails in circles to the same effect.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Unlike Jen, Kara was not having fun getting her most ticklish spot revealed to her tickler, and so soon.
‘No, not the spider circles,’ Kara complained to herself when she felt Jen go to this technique. ‘These are killer for me.’
“Ooh, Kara watch out, the circles are getting smaller and smaller,” Jen teased, thoroughly enjoying herself as she spidered around Kara’s navel. “When will they hit that tickle button of yours? When do you think, Kara?”
Kara really did not care when they hit her bellybutton; they tickled plenty where they were. “AHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHO STAHAHAHAHAHAP!” she gave out general pleas in an attempt to get Jen to slow down or stop.
“Nope, you said to have fun, and that’s what I’m doing,” Jen refuted as her fingers finally made it into Kara’s bellybutton.
“NOHOHOHOHOHO!” Kara let out loud, hysterical squeals as her hyper-ticklish tickle button was exploited. “NAHAHAHAHAHAT THAHAHAHAT!”
‘And now I know why everyone’s been screaming all day,’ Kara thought to herself as Jen tickle tortured her. ‘She’s probably one of the best nail ticklers I’ve ever met. Probably better than me, definitely better than a lot of the employees here. I see why Queen Mistress Heather wanted her to work in a dungeon.’
“Do my nails tickle?” Jen saw no reason to stop the teasing. “Wow, just ten little fingernails driving my tickler for this whole tour to hysterical laughter. I suppose you can have a quick break from that tickle technique. Of course, we’ll have to swap to another one. PFFFT!”
The loud navel raspberry, blown right after Jen removed her nails, did Kara in, “OHOHOHORAHAHANGE PUHUHUHRPLE! BLUHUHUHUHUE! GREHEHEHEN BLAHAHAHACK!” Kara began shouting out colors, sure that one of them was her safeword.
“Jen, give her a break,” Vicky stepped up at the first mention of a color, but the stoppage of tickling failed to keep Kara from saying the other ones. “She needs to breathe some.” Jen obediently drew away from Kara, going over to her tickle tool collection. “Wow, Jen. You’re a really good tickler. I haven’t seen Kara get that hysterical with anyone but Queen Mistress Heather and Dungeon Mistress Yvette in a long time.”
“Thanks,” Jen thanked the other Dungeon Tickler. “She deserved it; I’ve been on the receiving end of stuff like that all day.”
“I bet you have,” Vicky responded. “She’s always getting herself in trouble with the people she’s guiding, tickling them whenever she can. So, what tools are you thinking about using? I have complete confidence that you know exactly what to do with them.”
“Well, I think I’ll check all three of these out,” Jen proclaimed as Kara finally caught her breath. “Kara seems to laugh about as much as me to similar techniques, so this feather duster will be a fun addition all over her tummy. And she loved tickling me with electric toothbrushes and electric flossers, so I think I’ll stick them in her tickle button and see what happens.”
‘Well, goodbye to my sanity when being tickled,’ Kara hung her head in shame as she realized just how bad this would be. ‘Guess I gave her a layout to how to best get me; it’s the same methods that got her in hysterics. The difference is that she loved them, and I hate them.’
“Kara, are you ready for more tickle, tickle, tickles?” Jen questioned as she returned, with the feather duster in one hand and the electric toothbrush and flosser in the other.
“Have fun, JEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Kara did not finish her sentence before Jen’s feather duster began traversing her torso. “GEHEHEHET IHIHIHIT OHOHOHOFF GEHEHEHET IHIHIHIT OHOHOHOHOFF!”
“Oh, do you want to stop thinking about that duster?” Jen innocently wondered. “I think I can take your mind off it for a little bit.”
‘No, no, don’t do that!’ Kara’s mind was the first to react when both the electric toothbrush and the electric flosser managed to fit inside her bellybutton. ‘Anything but that! It’s torture. Not my bellybutton!’
Outside, Kara’s reactions were much the same, “AHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP! NOHOHOHOHO! DOHOHOHOHOHONT! STAHAHAHAHAP THAHAHAHAHAT!”
“Oh, you don’t want me to stop tickling your bellybutton with these tools?” Jen teasingly questioned. “Sounds good to me. They seem like they’re working quite well.”
“GEHEHEHEHET THEHEHEHEM OHOHOHOHOUT!” Kara’s laughter began to overtake her, but she was able to put in one more desperate plea. “AHAHAHAHAHA!” The ticklee was wiggling as much as she could, which was next to nothing, as she threw her head back in ticklish laughter. “AHAHAHAHAHA!”
After a minute or so of this, Vicky finally decided to intervene, “Hey, Jen, go a bit lighter on her. She’s getting close to her limit.”
Observing Kara closely, Jen agreed, and she set down the duster and moved the other tools around, “You’re right. She does seem to be getting pretty exhausted.” The toothbrush was the more mobile of the tickle tools, so Jen began running it all over her ticklee’s abdomen. She also danced the flosser around Kara’s midsection, mirroring the toothbrush with it, and although it was not quite as effective as in the bellybutton, it still elicited plenty of laughs from its target.
“AHAHAHANOHOHAHAHA!” Kara began to mix in words with her laughter again, indicating that this was the right level of tickling. Jen continued to dance the two tools over her ticklee’s midriff for another few minutes, every little bit circling and then plunging them into her navel for a devastating effect. Finally, the tickler realized that her guide was very near her limits, so any last fun would have to happen now.
“You ready for the grand finale, my ticklish prisoner?” Jen teased Kara, leaning in near her ear. “Because it’s going to tickle. It’s going to tickle so much you’ll wish you had never put me in that sensory deprivation tickle torture chamber. Time for tickle torture, Kara!” Jen set down the flosser and began circling Kara’s tickle button with the toothbrush. With her ticklee expecting the toothbrush to go inside any minute, Jen rushed it to her left side, tickling the right with her nails, and made room in the center for a series of bellybutton raspberries.
“NOHOHOHOHOHO!” Kara squealed out as she felt the raspberries hit. “DOHOHOHONT DOHOHOHOHO THAHAHAHAT!”
“You want the toothbrush?” Jen asked. Not waiting for an answer, she removed her mouth and put the toothbrush it the ticklish navel, drawing out similar squeals from Kara.
After thirty seconds, Jen removed the toothbrush and set it down, opting to finish the tickling with her nails. They danced quick, random patterns on Kara’s bare belly before coming in and circling the bellybutton one last time. Kara screamed as loud as she could at the start of the technique, and when the nails finally entered her innie navel, her hysterical laughter tailed off and went silent.
Jen kept the fingers in her guide’s tickle button for just a few seconds before Vicky announced, “Alright, Jen. She’s at her limit. You need to stop tickling her.” Jen obliged, and Vicky came over to undo her fellow Dungeon Tickler’s bondage. “You’re quite talented, Jen. What are you going to be doing for the Tickle Cartel?”
“Queen Mistress Heather said she wanted me to be a tickler in one of the dungeons,” Jen revealed.
“Seems very fitting,” Vicky responded as she held Kara’s body upright after undoing the bonds. “Jen, can you help me get her down safely? I don’t think she can stand on her own just quite yet.” With both Jen and Vicky working, they got Kara off the X-frame and into a chair. Vicky looked Kara over to make sure she was fine, and then she went to get some food and water for her fellow Dungeon Tickler. “Kara, how was that?”
“Jen,” Kara addressed her former tickler, staring into her eyes, “I’m going to get you tickled so much at our next stop. You are an evil tickler, especially with your nails. I don’t want to see you working in this tickle dungeon. I’m sure your talents will be used quite well anywhere, but I don’t want to be under those nails again.”
“To be honest, after seeing that, I don’t either,” Vicky stated as she provided Kara with some nourishment. “I’d hate to see what you’d have in store for my thighs and hips. But Kara, you’re doing fine?”
“I’ll be fine once I finish this,” Kara confirmed, and Jen breathed a sigh of relief, knowing she had not gone too far. “That was a very good job, Jen.”
“Thanks,” Jen was not quite sure what to say to that, but she figured a thank you would be appropriate. “So, what’s next on the agenda?”
“Tickle torture for you,” Kara snapped back, then curled her mouth into a smug, yet friendly grin. “I think you’ll like it, though. I’ll just guarantee that it will be lots of laughs for you. And since you paid special attention to my bellybutton here, I’ll pay special attention to yours there.” Hearing that her most ticklish spot would be the main target brought an odd sense of happiness to Jen. After eating and drinking and sitting for another minute, Kara was able to stand up and declare, “Jen, time to go have you be the ticklee again!”
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Chapter 7: Palace Night: Dungeon, Part 8
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