Here is the first part of Chapter 23 of The Tickle Cartel.
After some consideration, I have decided that this will be the second-to-last chapter of the Tickle Cartel series. This chapter will have eight parts covering the week of Dungeon Tickler Training, and the next chapter will be a single short part concluding the series.
Also, since I have had a productive few weeks, I will be uploading more often.
I hope you enjoy this story! Please let me know what you think, and thank you for reading!
Chapter Beginnings
Chapter 1: Captured by the Tickle Cartel
Chapter 2: Transfer to the Tickle Cartel
Chapter 3: Finding Jen’s Skill
Chapter 4: The Queen Mistress
Chapter 5: Palace Night: Beginning
Chapter 6: Palace Night: Heather’s Room
Chapter 7: Palace Night: Dungeon
Chapter 8: Palace Night: Closing
Chapter 9: Interlude
Chapter 10: Afternoon of Fun
Chapter 11: Prep Week, Day 1
Chapter 12: Prep Week, Day 2
Chapter 13: Prep Week, Day 3
Chapter 14: Prep Week, Day 4
Chapter 15: Prep Week, Day 5
Chapter 16: Prep Week, Day 6
Chapter 17: Prep Week, Day 7
Chapter 18: Recruiting Maddie
Chapter 19: Testing Maddie
Chapter 20: Wendy's Guests, Day 1
Chapter 21: Wendy's Guests, Day 2
Chapter 22: Wendy's Guests, Day 3
Chapter 23: Dungeon Tickler Training
Previous Chapter
Chapter 22: Wendy's Guests, Day 3, Part 5
Waking up for the first day of Dungeon Tickler Training, Jen groaned at the realization that it was indeed Monday. She was a morning person, but she had to drag herself out of bed at 5:45 to get breakfast and then get the chili ready. A few minutes later, Maddie came out, having to feel her way to the kitchen because her eyes were still closed. Cereal perked the two up a bit, and while Maddie took her shower, Jen got the chili ingredients in the crockpot. From then on until they headed out of the apartment at 7:00, all the focus was on getting ready for the first day of Dungeon Tickler Training. At the subway station, Jen and Maddie, who were fairly nervous about selecting the wrong station, asked an attendant to make sure they got everything correct, and they did so flawlessly. Both of them were soon bound side by side in tickle pole ticklee seats, and they rode the subway to their stop. While Jen giggled and laughed as her upper body’s tickle spots were probed, Maddie was able to avoid any bellybutton tickling, so she simply offered a calm smile to her frustrated ticklers. The two got off the subway without incident, and they made it to the Dungeon Tickler Training building at 7:50.
“Hello; are you two here for Dungeon Tickler Training?” a well-muscled Brazilian woman in a dark crop top and long pants warmly greeted the two once they were inside.
“Yes, we are,” Jen affirmed. “I’m Jen, and she’s Maddie.”
“Jen and Maddie, got it,” the woman marked off two names on a sign-in sheet. “Welcome to Dungeon Tickler Training; I’m your instructor, Adrianna. Please change into an outfit from the first room on your right and report to the second room on the right.”
“Thank you,” Maddie thanked Adrianna before the two did as she instructed.
Once they were in similar outfits to the instructor, they got to the classroom five minutes early, and they chatted with the other students before Adrianna entered and announced herself with a firm squeeze of a student’s bare sides. “Welcome to Dungeon Tickler Training, everyone!” the instructor broadcasted over the ticklish student’s laughter. “From my attendance, we have thirty students all looking to be Dungeon Ticklers, and as you all know, some of you probably will not make it. However, my goal is to graduate as many of you as I can, so let’s get down to business.” Adrianna finally ceased her tickle torture of the student and made her way to the front of the classroom, her tickle torturing prowess and authority both firmly established. “First off, let’s go over the different types of tickle dungeons that you can possibly work in.”
The informational tickle dungeon lecture began what ended up being a long day of Dungeon Tickler Training. After explaining the differences between light tickle dungeons, heavy tickle dungeons, slave tickle dungeons, Tickle Island tickle dungeons, and the Royal Tickle Dungeon, Adrianna spoke about the structure of Dungeon Tickler Training. The first day would contain most of the lecturing, from lessons on the different bondage devices in the dungeons to the code of conduct for Dungeon Ticklers. After the small introduction to that, the instructor informed her students that for the remainder of the training, they would be primarily improving their tickling skills using machines and then live prisoners. These prisoners and any other ones that the Dungeon Tickler trainees would encounter, about which the instructor was vague, would also be used to test their ability to follow the Dungeon Tickler code of conduct.
Following the broad overview of the upcoming week, Adrianna led the class to a room that was actually a tickle practice machine. The machine had a dummy body which looked and even felt like a human inside it, and when tickled, the dummy’s mouth emitted laughter depending on the tickle spot and tool. In short, it was designed to test a tickler’s capability to find and torture a most ticklish spot, a necessary skill for Dungeon Ticklers. To do this, the machine would randomly select new spots and tools after a preset amount of time. The machine also had a tickler module so that after all the test periods in a single day had concluded, it could punish Dungeon Tickler trainees for each test period that they failed. Right before lunch, each trainee got into their machine, which held the dummy, the tickler module, and around three feet of empty space on each side of the body to allow for easy movement. The trainees entered their information, as Adrianna’s computer knew it, into the machine so it could track their tickle spots and test results over the entirety of Dungeon Tickler Training. Once all the information was entered, trainees had to get in the tickler module and allow themselves to be tested for a suitable punishment routine. Despite the rarity of her worst-feared tickling method, Jen’s distaste for Q-tips on her belly and especially in her bellybutton was revealed, and the machine tickled her until lunchtime.
Following lunch, the trainees returned to the main classroom, where Adrianna was waiting with a bikini-clad prisoner. The instructor demonstrated the different restraints in the training dungeon on the prisoner, tickle torturing her bare feet and legs for around five minutes in each. As she took the woman between each device, Adrianna explored the Dungeon Tickler code of conduct, focusing on how to respectfully treat prisoners when they were not being tickled. Jen noted that although Dungeon Ticklers were expected to torment prisoners during punishment times, outside of that, force was only to be used when absolutely necessary, and the prisoner’s relative comfort was of vast importance to the Tickle Cartel dungeons. Eventually, the prisoner was grateful to learn that all of the devices had been tested, and Adrianna left her locked in the stocks while she led her trainees back to the classroom. Each trainee received a copy of the Dungeon Tickler code of conduct, and the class went through it in detail, with the instructor answering questions to the satisfaction of her students.
For the last hour or so, bondage practice took over. Enough prisoners were brought in for the trainees to all have one, and, starting with the basics of the stocks and the racks, Adrianna took her students through a step-by-step process of restraining prisoners comfortably but securely. Additionally, a few experienced Dungeon Ticklers were scattered around the room, and they helped whenever a student got stuck on a particular step. When class was almost over, Adrianna informed her students that on future days, the machine and prisoner tickle test periods would end a bit before the class did, as to allow for punishments in the training time. She noted that if a trainee was not being punished, they were encouraged to do one of two things: come into the dungeon room and practice restraining prisoners or go into the classroom and study the code of conduct. Lastly, she informed everyone that should someone have a bad day and have their punishment last until the end of the class, they could stay a little later to practice their bondage skills. She finalized the day by explaining that similar Dungeon Tickler outfits to the ones they had on would be required for every day. Outfits were to be taken home, but for the next two days, clean ones would be provided, and Day 4 was the first day when trainees would be expected to enter the training building with clean and correct outfits.
Once they were dismissed by Adrianna, Jen and Maddie immediately took the subway home, this time confidently buying themselves tickle pole ticklee seats. Near the end of the ride, someone managed to get a finger in Maddie’s bellybutton, and she spent the rest of the trip laughing with Jen.
After the two arrived at their apartment, they both took off their Dungeon Tickler outfits, leaving them back in their crop tops and shorts. Following a few minutes of just laying on the couch, Maddie got up and headed for the chili, soon joined by Jen. The two talked about Dungeon Tickler Training as they ate dinner, and they were both excited for the week ahead.
Once the best friends had finished their meals, Jen and Maddie opted to call their parents immediately instead of waiting. The conversations passed by fairly quickly, and since they called at the same time, Maddie did not have time to ticklishly distract Jen.
Following their family conversations, the two reconvened in the living room, and Jen got the apartment’s provided laptop up and logged onto a shared account, the details of which were written down with their computer. The more experienced Tickle Cartel employee showed her best friend the financial accounting program that Rebecca had showed her after a day of Transporter Training. However, since the account they were logged into was a joint one, no information actually came up for the program. With the apartment computer itself officially being justified, it was soon decided that Jen should catch up on their favorite shows, a few episodes of which she had missed since being taken by the Tickle Cartel. Jen logged into a streaming account that the two jointly paid for, and she started with the best friends’ favorite show. Sitting beside Jen and having already seen the episodes, Maddie began to get bored after Jen had gotten caught up on a couple of the shows.
“Jen, let’s hold off on watching that,” Maddie grabbed Jen’s hands as the latter began to search for show number three.
“Okay?” Jen was confused, but she complied. “What do you want to do?”
“This,” Maddie let go of her roommate’s hands and tickle-attacked her abdomen.
“AHAHAHAHA MAHAHAHADS!” Jen’s arms shot back and swatted Maddie’s away from her ticklish torso. They then took a defensive position, attempting to discourage further tickles on their owner’s midsection. “What was that for?”
“I want to tickle you,” Maddie stated, her voice extremely serious.
“Why?” Jen wondered.
“I haven’t gotten a chance to just tie you down and go all out on you since we’ve got here,” Maddie dictated. “I’ve had little chances to tickle you here and there, but nothing like what we used to do. I just want to tie you to the couch and wreck your tummy. Of course, I’ll do it in a way that we both enjoy.”
“Hmm, okay,” Jen allowed, and her defenses came down. “Get up, and I’ll lay down.” Maddie stood up and pushed the coffee table and laptop away while Jen positioned herself to be bound on the couch. Once there was space for her to sit and stand near the couch, the tickler used the furniture’s built-in restraints to bind her best friend. “I’m ready whenever you hehehehe!” Some giggles sputtered out as Maddie tapped her fingers on Jen’s bare feet, which had been freed from her socks upon returning from Dungeon Tickler Training. “Okay, Maddie, go ahead: tickle me,” a new statement came from the ticklee when the tickler took her place by the bare belly that would be the focus of the upcoming tickling.
“Hey, Jen, you don’t get to order me around,” Maddie waggled a finger at her best friend in mock discipline.
“Oh, yeah? Well, I bet you can’t resist doing what I TOHOHAHAHAHA IHIHI KNEHEHEW IHIHIT!” Jen happily claimed victory as that finger wiggled into the side nearest Maddie. “YEHEHES!”
“Oh, shush with that talk,” Maddie retorted as she did exactly what Jen had instructed her to do, albeit with one finger instead of ten. “You’re too ticklish to gloat like that.”
“IHIHI WIHIHILL NOHOHOT SHUHUHUSH!” Jen defied her best friend with her laughter. “KEHEHEEP IHIHIT UHUHUP!”
“You just worry about laughing, Jen,” Maddie declared as her other nine fingers joined in the tickle attack on Jen’s right side. “And I’ll worry about working over your ticklish tum.”
“OHOHOHOKAHAHAY JUHUHUST TIHIHICKLE MEHEHE!” With ten fingers tickling her torso, Jen was fine with letting her tickler take over the burden of conversation. She instinctively wiggled away from her best friend’s tickling fingers, albeit slower than had she not enjoyed the tickling, until she hit the back of the couch.
“Looks like I’ve found a tickle toy, and her name is Jen!” Maddie pressed her fingers further into the ticklee’s sensitive side once Jen was trapped against the couch. At this point, the bondage holding the prisoner’s wrists and ankles in place prevented Jen from sliding up the back of the couch to try and escape further, so Maddie just took what she could get with the trapped side.
After a few minutes, though, the tickler tired of the bare side and desired to move onto a spot that she was sure that both tickler and ticklee would enjoy more. “Jen, let’s get you back in place,” she announced as half her fingers left Jen’s right side to retrieve the left side. Maddie picked her best friend’s body up and resituated the ticklee in her original place. Following this, Maddie got up and loosely straddled Jen, tucking her left leg under Jen’s right leg so she would not spontaneously lose balance. “Okay, time for some real tummy tickles.”
“I thought you’d never get there,” Jen was all smiles as she spoke clearly. Although her respite had been a short one, she had not spent all that much energy either laughing or fighting through the earlier tickles, so getting it back was a breeze. “Come on, Mads. Tickle MEHEHEHEHE!”
“Like I said before, you don’t dictate what I do,” Maddie stated as her fingers followed Jen’s commands. “I choose what to do, and right now, I choose to get this belly you’re showing off for me.”
“SUHUHUHURE!” Jen dismissed Maddie’s control of the situation as fingers rampaged over her midsection. “YOUHUHU KEHEHEEP THIHIHINKIHING AHAHA THAHAHAT!” In the middle of that, the ticklee had been forced to squeal when one of Maddie’s fingers brushed her bellybutton.
“I will, and I’m right, you ticklish toy,” Maddie playfully retorted as her nails danced over the big tickle spot. “We’re going to keep having fun until I decide you’ve had enough, Jen, and that’s going to be a while. Just me, you, and your ticklish tummy being the entertainment.”
“GREHEHEHEAT!” Jen’s laughter had a positive tone to it, and that tone continued into her pure laughter, leaving no doubt that both best friends were content with the situation.
‘This is so wonderful; Maddie was right,’ Jen delved into her thoughts as laughter emanated from her mouth. ‘We did need some time of just her tickling me tonight. It’s just like before the you-know-what came into the picture. Just us having fun and laughing. See, even Maddie’s laughing a little.’
True to Jen’s thoughts, the tickler did laugh off and on in sync with her ticklee, primarily to giggle at her best friend’s ticklish reactions and to reinforce the positive presence in their apartment. Maddie pushed Jen’s tickle button several times during their mini tickle session, and Jen consistently responded with squeals for short button bursts or heavy laughter for extended navel tickle attention.
Finally, with Jen’s laughter beginning to diminish the slightest, Maddie ended the tickling at about an hour and a half. “That was really fun, Jen,” the tickler announced as she began to release her roommate.
“Yes, it was,” Jen agreed as she stretched out her legs. “We should definitely do that again sometime.”
After Maddie concurred and finished freeing Jen, the former tickler brought the coffee table back over. The two watched a couple more episodes before looking at the time and deciding that they should start getting ready to go to bed. Half an hour later, the two met for another conversation before actually heading to their rooms for the night. The tickling she had recently endured filled Jen’s mind as she drifted off to another night of peaceful sleep.
After some consideration, I have decided that this will be the second-to-last chapter of the Tickle Cartel series. This chapter will have eight parts covering the week of Dungeon Tickler Training, and the next chapter will be a single short part concluding the series.
Also, since I have had a productive few weeks, I will be uploading more often.
I hope you enjoy this story! Please let me know what you think, and thank you for reading!
Chapter Beginnings
Chapter 1: Captured by the Tickle Cartel
Chapter 2: Transfer to the Tickle Cartel
Chapter 3: Finding Jen’s Skill
Chapter 4: The Queen Mistress
Chapter 5: Palace Night: Beginning
Chapter 6: Palace Night: Heather’s Room
Chapter 7: Palace Night: Dungeon
Chapter 8: Palace Night: Closing
Chapter 9: Interlude
Chapter 10: Afternoon of Fun
Chapter 11: Prep Week, Day 1
Chapter 12: Prep Week, Day 2
Chapter 13: Prep Week, Day 3
Chapter 14: Prep Week, Day 4
Chapter 15: Prep Week, Day 5
Chapter 16: Prep Week, Day 6
Chapter 17: Prep Week, Day 7
Chapter 18: Recruiting Maddie
Chapter 19: Testing Maddie
Chapter 20: Wendy's Guests, Day 1
Chapter 21: Wendy's Guests, Day 2
Chapter 22: Wendy's Guests, Day 3
Chapter 23: Dungeon Tickler Training
Previous Chapter
Chapter 22: Wendy's Guests, Day 3, Part 5
Waking up for the first day of Dungeon Tickler Training, Jen groaned at the realization that it was indeed Monday. She was a morning person, but she had to drag herself out of bed at 5:45 to get breakfast and then get the chili ready. A few minutes later, Maddie came out, having to feel her way to the kitchen because her eyes were still closed. Cereal perked the two up a bit, and while Maddie took her shower, Jen got the chili ingredients in the crockpot. From then on until they headed out of the apartment at 7:00, all the focus was on getting ready for the first day of Dungeon Tickler Training. At the subway station, Jen and Maddie, who were fairly nervous about selecting the wrong station, asked an attendant to make sure they got everything correct, and they did so flawlessly. Both of them were soon bound side by side in tickle pole ticklee seats, and they rode the subway to their stop. While Jen giggled and laughed as her upper body’s tickle spots were probed, Maddie was able to avoid any bellybutton tickling, so she simply offered a calm smile to her frustrated ticklers. The two got off the subway without incident, and they made it to the Dungeon Tickler Training building at 7:50.
“Hello; are you two here for Dungeon Tickler Training?” a well-muscled Brazilian woman in a dark crop top and long pants warmly greeted the two once they were inside.
“Yes, we are,” Jen affirmed. “I’m Jen, and she’s Maddie.”
“Jen and Maddie, got it,” the woman marked off two names on a sign-in sheet. “Welcome to Dungeon Tickler Training; I’m your instructor, Adrianna. Please change into an outfit from the first room on your right and report to the second room on the right.”
“Thank you,” Maddie thanked Adrianna before the two did as she instructed.
Once they were in similar outfits to the instructor, they got to the classroom five minutes early, and they chatted with the other students before Adrianna entered and announced herself with a firm squeeze of a student’s bare sides. “Welcome to Dungeon Tickler Training, everyone!” the instructor broadcasted over the ticklish student’s laughter. “From my attendance, we have thirty students all looking to be Dungeon Ticklers, and as you all know, some of you probably will not make it. However, my goal is to graduate as many of you as I can, so let’s get down to business.” Adrianna finally ceased her tickle torture of the student and made her way to the front of the classroom, her tickle torturing prowess and authority both firmly established. “First off, let’s go over the different types of tickle dungeons that you can possibly work in.”
The informational tickle dungeon lecture began what ended up being a long day of Dungeon Tickler Training. After explaining the differences between light tickle dungeons, heavy tickle dungeons, slave tickle dungeons, Tickle Island tickle dungeons, and the Royal Tickle Dungeon, Adrianna spoke about the structure of Dungeon Tickler Training. The first day would contain most of the lecturing, from lessons on the different bondage devices in the dungeons to the code of conduct for Dungeon Ticklers. After the small introduction to that, the instructor informed her students that for the remainder of the training, they would be primarily improving their tickling skills using machines and then live prisoners. These prisoners and any other ones that the Dungeon Tickler trainees would encounter, about which the instructor was vague, would also be used to test their ability to follow the Dungeon Tickler code of conduct.
Following the broad overview of the upcoming week, Adrianna led the class to a room that was actually a tickle practice machine. The machine had a dummy body which looked and even felt like a human inside it, and when tickled, the dummy’s mouth emitted laughter depending on the tickle spot and tool. In short, it was designed to test a tickler’s capability to find and torture a most ticklish spot, a necessary skill for Dungeon Ticklers. To do this, the machine would randomly select new spots and tools after a preset amount of time. The machine also had a tickler module so that after all the test periods in a single day had concluded, it could punish Dungeon Tickler trainees for each test period that they failed. Right before lunch, each trainee got into their machine, which held the dummy, the tickler module, and around three feet of empty space on each side of the body to allow for easy movement. The trainees entered their information, as Adrianna’s computer knew it, into the machine so it could track their tickle spots and test results over the entirety of Dungeon Tickler Training. Once all the information was entered, trainees had to get in the tickler module and allow themselves to be tested for a suitable punishment routine. Despite the rarity of her worst-feared tickling method, Jen’s distaste for Q-tips on her belly and especially in her bellybutton was revealed, and the machine tickled her until lunchtime.
Following lunch, the trainees returned to the main classroom, where Adrianna was waiting with a bikini-clad prisoner. The instructor demonstrated the different restraints in the training dungeon on the prisoner, tickle torturing her bare feet and legs for around five minutes in each. As she took the woman between each device, Adrianna explored the Dungeon Tickler code of conduct, focusing on how to respectfully treat prisoners when they were not being tickled. Jen noted that although Dungeon Ticklers were expected to torment prisoners during punishment times, outside of that, force was only to be used when absolutely necessary, and the prisoner’s relative comfort was of vast importance to the Tickle Cartel dungeons. Eventually, the prisoner was grateful to learn that all of the devices had been tested, and Adrianna left her locked in the stocks while she led her trainees back to the classroom. Each trainee received a copy of the Dungeon Tickler code of conduct, and the class went through it in detail, with the instructor answering questions to the satisfaction of her students.
For the last hour or so, bondage practice took over. Enough prisoners were brought in for the trainees to all have one, and, starting with the basics of the stocks and the racks, Adrianna took her students through a step-by-step process of restraining prisoners comfortably but securely. Additionally, a few experienced Dungeon Ticklers were scattered around the room, and they helped whenever a student got stuck on a particular step. When class was almost over, Adrianna informed her students that on future days, the machine and prisoner tickle test periods would end a bit before the class did, as to allow for punishments in the training time. She noted that if a trainee was not being punished, they were encouraged to do one of two things: come into the dungeon room and practice restraining prisoners or go into the classroom and study the code of conduct. Lastly, she informed everyone that should someone have a bad day and have their punishment last until the end of the class, they could stay a little later to practice their bondage skills. She finalized the day by explaining that similar Dungeon Tickler outfits to the ones they had on would be required for every day. Outfits were to be taken home, but for the next two days, clean ones would be provided, and Day 4 was the first day when trainees would be expected to enter the training building with clean and correct outfits.
Once they were dismissed by Adrianna, Jen and Maddie immediately took the subway home, this time confidently buying themselves tickle pole ticklee seats. Near the end of the ride, someone managed to get a finger in Maddie’s bellybutton, and she spent the rest of the trip laughing with Jen.
After the two arrived at their apartment, they both took off their Dungeon Tickler outfits, leaving them back in their crop tops and shorts. Following a few minutes of just laying on the couch, Maddie got up and headed for the chili, soon joined by Jen. The two talked about Dungeon Tickler Training as they ate dinner, and they were both excited for the week ahead.
Once the best friends had finished their meals, Jen and Maddie opted to call their parents immediately instead of waiting. The conversations passed by fairly quickly, and since they called at the same time, Maddie did not have time to ticklishly distract Jen.
Following their family conversations, the two reconvened in the living room, and Jen got the apartment’s provided laptop up and logged onto a shared account, the details of which were written down with their computer. The more experienced Tickle Cartel employee showed her best friend the financial accounting program that Rebecca had showed her after a day of Transporter Training. However, since the account they were logged into was a joint one, no information actually came up for the program. With the apartment computer itself officially being justified, it was soon decided that Jen should catch up on their favorite shows, a few episodes of which she had missed since being taken by the Tickle Cartel. Jen logged into a streaming account that the two jointly paid for, and she started with the best friends’ favorite show. Sitting beside Jen and having already seen the episodes, Maddie began to get bored after Jen had gotten caught up on a couple of the shows.
“Jen, let’s hold off on watching that,” Maddie grabbed Jen’s hands as the latter began to search for show number three.
“Okay?” Jen was confused, but she complied. “What do you want to do?”
“This,” Maddie let go of her roommate’s hands and tickle-attacked her abdomen.
“AHAHAHAHA MAHAHAHADS!” Jen’s arms shot back and swatted Maddie’s away from her ticklish torso. They then took a defensive position, attempting to discourage further tickles on their owner’s midsection. “What was that for?”
“I want to tickle you,” Maddie stated, her voice extremely serious.
“Why?” Jen wondered.
“I haven’t gotten a chance to just tie you down and go all out on you since we’ve got here,” Maddie dictated. “I’ve had little chances to tickle you here and there, but nothing like what we used to do. I just want to tie you to the couch and wreck your tummy. Of course, I’ll do it in a way that we both enjoy.”
“Hmm, okay,” Jen allowed, and her defenses came down. “Get up, and I’ll lay down.” Maddie stood up and pushed the coffee table and laptop away while Jen positioned herself to be bound on the couch. Once there was space for her to sit and stand near the couch, the tickler used the furniture’s built-in restraints to bind her best friend. “I’m ready whenever you hehehehe!” Some giggles sputtered out as Maddie tapped her fingers on Jen’s bare feet, which had been freed from her socks upon returning from Dungeon Tickler Training. “Okay, Maddie, go ahead: tickle me,” a new statement came from the ticklee when the tickler took her place by the bare belly that would be the focus of the upcoming tickling.
“Hey, Jen, you don’t get to order me around,” Maddie waggled a finger at her best friend in mock discipline.
“Oh, yeah? Well, I bet you can’t resist doing what I TOHOHAHAHAHA IHIHI KNEHEHEW IHIHIT!” Jen happily claimed victory as that finger wiggled into the side nearest Maddie. “YEHEHES!”
“Oh, shush with that talk,” Maddie retorted as she did exactly what Jen had instructed her to do, albeit with one finger instead of ten. “You’re too ticklish to gloat like that.”
“IHIHI WIHIHILL NOHOHOT SHUHUHUSH!” Jen defied her best friend with her laughter. “KEHEHEEP IHIHIT UHUHUP!”
“You just worry about laughing, Jen,” Maddie declared as her other nine fingers joined in the tickle attack on Jen’s right side. “And I’ll worry about working over your ticklish tum.”
“OHOHOHOKAHAHAY JUHUHUST TIHIHICKLE MEHEHE!” With ten fingers tickling her torso, Jen was fine with letting her tickler take over the burden of conversation. She instinctively wiggled away from her best friend’s tickling fingers, albeit slower than had she not enjoyed the tickling, until she hit the back of the couch.
“Looks like I’ve found a tickle toy, and her name is Jen!” Maddie pressed her fingers further into the ticklee’s sensitive side once Jen was trapped against the couch. At this point, the bondage holding the prisoner’s wrists and ankles in place prevented Jen from sliding up the back of the couch to try and escape further, so Maddie just took what she could get with the trapped side.
After a few minutes, though, the tickler tired of the bare side and desired to move onto a spot that she was sure that both tickler and ticklee would enjoy more. “Jen, let’s get you back in place,” she announced as half her fingers left Jen’s right side to retrieve the left side. Maddie picked her best friend’s body up and resituated the ticklee in her original place. Following this, Maddie got up and loosely straddled Jen, tucking her left leg under Jen’s right leg so she would not spontaneously lose balance. “Okay, time for some real tummy tickles.”
“I thought you’d never get there,” Jen was all smiles as she spoke clearly. Although her respite had been a short one, she had not spent all that much energy either laughing or fighting through the earlier tickles, so getting it back was a breeze. “Come on, Mads. Tickle MEHEHEHEHE!”
“Like I said before, you don’t dictate what I do,” Maddie stated as her fingers followed Jen’s commands. “I choose what to do, and right now, I choose to get this belly you’re showing off for me.”
“SUHUHUHURE!” Jen dismissed Maddie’s control of the situation as fingers rampaged over her midsection. “YOUHUHU KEHEHEEP THIHIHINKIHING AHAHA THAHAHAT!” In the middle of that, the ticklee had been forced to squeal when one of Maddie’s fingers brushed her bellybutton.
“I will, and I’m right, you ticklish toy,” Maddie playfully retorted as her nails danced over the big tickle spot. “We’re going to keep having fun until I decide you’ve had enough, Jen, and that’s going to be a while. Just me, you, and your ticklish tummy being the entertainment.”
“GREHEHEHEAT!” Jen’s laughter had a positive tone to it, and that tone continued into her pure laughter, leaving no doubt that both best friends were content with the situation.
‘This is so wonderful; Maddie was right,’ Jen delved into her thoughts as laughter emanated from her mouth. ‘We did need some time of just her tickling me tonight. It’s just like before the you-know-what came into the picture. Just us having fun and laughing. See, even Maddie’s laughing a little.’
True to Jen’s thoughts, the tickler did laugh off and on in sync with her ticklee, primarily to giggle at her best friend’s ticklish reactions and to reinforce the positive presence in their apartment. Maddie pushed Jen’s tickle button several times during their mini tickle session, and Jen consistently responded with squeals for short button bursts or heavy laughter for extended navel tickle attention.
Finally, with Jen’s laughter beginning to diminish the slightest, Maddie ended the tickling at about an hour and a half. “That was really fun, Jen,” the tickler announced as she began to release her roommate.
“Yes, it was,” Jen agreed as she stretched out her legs. “We should definitely do that again sometime.”
After Maddie concurred and finished freeing Jen, the former tickler brought the coffee table back over. The two watched a couple more episodes before looking at the time and deciding that they should start getting ready to go to bed. Half an hour later, the two met for another conversation before actually heading to their rooms for the night. The tickling she had recently endured filled Jen’s mind as she drifted off to another night of peaceful sleep.