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Here is part 4 of Chapter 16 of Dawn's Story. I hope you enjoy it! Please let me know what you think, and thank you for reading!
Chapter Beginnings
Chapter 1: Perilous Paradise
Chapter 2: The Evil Box
Chapter 3: On the Run
Chapter 4: A New Paradise
Chapter 5: Tummy Testing
Chapter 6: Hidden Citizen
Chapter 7: Tummy Training
Chapter 8: Sessions and Reflections
Chapter 9: Full Citizen
Chapter 10: The Mistress
Chapter 11: Royals and Revelations
Chapter 12: The Rarest Reunion
Chapter 13: Novice Mistress
Chapter 14: Taking Control
Chapter 15: Mistress Dawn
Chapter 16: Free Friends
Chapter 17: Thursday Trips
Previous Chapter
Chapter 16: Free Friends, Part 3
“NOHOHOHOHOHO DAHAHAHAWN STAHAHAHAP!” he cried out as his hands fumbled with the ropes. “GIHIHIVE MEHEHE AHAHA CHAHAHANCE!”
“You have your chance, Con; I’m not going to take it away. It’s not my fault if a free man can’t try to escape while he’s getting tickled.”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Connor lapsed into pure laughter as he forced his head up.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle Con’s sensitive ribs!” Dawn teased, taking advantage of the slight arch that his back made to let him look at the ropes. She glanced up, seeing that Connor was fumbling with the ropes, and leaned down. “PFFFFFFT!”
“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!” The ticklee let out a shocked roar at the raspberry. His upper body crashed to the couch, bringing his head back, and his hands clenched the rope. “NOHOHOHOT THAHAHAT! COHOHOHOME OHOHOHON DAHAHAWN!”
Dawn giggled madly as her head came up from the zerbert. “Whew! That was a fun reaction. Let’s try it again! PFFFFT!”
“STAHAHAHAP! DAHAHAHAWN! PLEHEHEASE! IHIHIHIT’S TOHOHOHOO!”
“PFFFFFFFFFFT!”
“AHAHAHAHAHA! MAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIHIT FAHAHAHAIR!”
Dawn returned to scribbling her fingers over the sensitive ribs. “I’m just tickling, Con. If you can’t handle that and get out, that’s on you. I’d be perfectly happy with tickling you until dinner.”
“YOUHUHUHU WOHOHOULDNT!”
“PFFFFT!”
“STAHAHAHAP THAHAHAHAT! DOHOHOHON’T DIHIHISTRAHAHACT MEHEHEHE!”
“It wouldn’t be a game if I couldn’t distract you.” Despite this, Dawn opted to give Connor a half-break, drilling a finger into his bellybutton. When he got free, hopefully he would remember that small mercy and turn it into an intense tickling on her navel. Her other hand did its best to counteract this, squeezing up and down the ticklee’s ribcage.
“NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE!” Connor pleaded, but the button tickling allowed him to get back to work on his bondage. Although they both knew it would make him more ticklish and very vulnerable to surprise attacks, he arched his back to look at the rope. Dawn decided to allow him some time to work, keeping her finger wiggling around in his navel, and watched him fumble with the rope. She soon switched from squeezing to scribbling his ribs with her other fingers, which prompted a short pause in his efforts. Nevertheless, he soon got back to it, and she kept watching until he finally got the double wrist knots undone, leaving him with two ends of the rope, each attached to a couch cuff.
Seeing that Connor had finally accomplished something, Dawn exposed the real reason she moved a hand off his ribs. “PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!”
The rope ends flew out of Connor’s hands and his upper body crashed to the couch again as his tickler’s mouth buzzed into the formerly non-tickled ribs. “STAHAHAHAHAP! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
When Dawn concluded the long raspberry, her bellybutton-tickling hand jumped up and began squeezing the exposed rack of ribs. “You didn’t think I’d give up tickling you just because you got a couple of knots undone, did you?” she teased. “I’m not stopping until you free yourself.”
“PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” He stared her in the eyes, begging for mercy.
“Not yet, Con. Get yourself free first.”
“AHAHAHAHAHA!” Once again, Connor forced himself to fight through the tickling and look up. His hands searched for the ropes, but he had thrown them off the end of the couch, and he was going to have a difficult time getting them back.
Feeling a little bad for Connor, but mostly because she wanted to be tickled sooner rather than later, Dawn decided to retrieve the ropes. “Here, Con. I’m not all bad.” Her hands left her ticklee’s ribs, and while one tickled his chest, the other hand located the ropes. One by one, she dropped the rope ends into his hands. Once she had given her former slave the tools to free himself, though, she dove back into the ribs with fierce scribbles.
“WAHAHAHAHAIT IHIHIHITS SOHOHOHOHO FAHAHAHAHAR!” Connor protested after realizing how far he would have to reach to undo the cuff loops.
“If you’re not going to try to get yourself free, I’ll just tickle you until dinner,” Dawn reminded him, returning to her cruel tickler persona after the brief assistance. She knew he could get out, and she had already helped him plenty. If he was going to tickle her silly, he would need to earn it.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA DAHAHAHAWN!” he complained.
“You know, if you really want to get free, your best bet is to stretch out a little more,” she advised, displaying her intentions by quickly tapping her nails on his bare ribs.
“BUHUHUHUT YOHOHOU’LL TOHOHORTUHUHURE MEHEHEHE!”
A smirk came onto her face. “I knew that tickling you wasn’t torture in and of itself.”
“IHIHIHIHIT IHIHIHIHIS!”
“Then stretching out shouldn’t be much worse than me tickling you until dinner.”
“IHIHIHI HAHAHAHATE THIHIHIS GAHAHAHAME!”
She shrugged and squeezed his ribs as he began to pull his upper body towards the chains. “We’ll see how you feel after you get free.” At least this time, unlike when she painted and punished him, there was a guaranteed reward for enduring the tickling. She knew he had enjoyed tickling her Sunday night, and she had no doubts that he would enjoy playing with her sensitized body once he won this game.
“AHAHAHAHAHA!” Connor fell back into pure laughter as he inched up towards the cuffs, stretching his ribs, chest, and stomach out for more torturous tickling by doing so. Finally, he reached the place where the ropes around his wrists were looped twice, and Dawn stopped squeezing his tickle spot. She began tapping the crevices in his ribs while he pulled the rope through the closed cuffs, one loop and one cuff at a time. He screamed out laughter, but persisted through the light tickling, and eventually, the ropes were off the cuffs.
Before Connor could shoot his bound wrists down to protect his ribs, Dawn leaned down and blew another raspberry, keeping her eyes angled up to look towards her ticklee’s head. “PFFFFFFFFFFFT!”
“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!” Connor did what any ticklish person who could protect their most ticklish spot did, and his hands flew down to the spot under attack. Since she was half looking up while she blew into his ribs, the tickler pulled up before he could hit her head, giving Connor a rare break from the tickling. “Don’t tickle me anymore, DAHAHAWN!”
“You’re not free yet, Con!” Unfortunately, Dawn was in no mood to listen, and after letting her ticklee realize he could protect his ticklish spots, she came at his chest with her hands. Naturally, he pulled his hands up to grab hers, and she let him.
“PFFFFT!”
“NOHOHOHO FAHAHAIR!” The bellybutton blow caused Connor to let go of Dawn’s hands, and she darted back down to his ribs.
“You’re going to have to get your hands untied if you want me to stop,” she teased as he chased her up and down his upper body. Unlike the initial chest tickle, she tried not to let her hands get caught again as she tickled his chest, ribs, and stomach, blowing raspberries on his ribs and stomach only when he succeeded in grabbing her fingers or wrists.
“STAHAHAHAP!”
“Untie your wrists.” Her hands each squeezed a rib.
“COHOHOHOME OHOHOHON!”
“You want help?” She lodged a finger in his bellybutton for a few seconds, returning to his ribs when he fought back. “You’re going to have to stop trying to grab me to get yourself free. That’s all the help I’ll give.”
“PLEHEHEHASE!” He did not listen, and she moved up to his chest, then hopped back to his belly. When he continued to come after her, her hands dashed up to his chest. She let him catch her there again so she could blow another raspberry on his bellybutton, then dug into his bare ribs until he forced her down to his stomach again.
“I’ve got to play this game with Jen.” The momentary pause let Connor grab her wrists again, and she pushed both their hands up his shirtless body to make room for a zerbert on his ribs. “If she ever decided to try and get free, she’d be so fun to tickle-fight. Even more fun than you, Con.”
“THIHIHIS IHIHISNT FUHUHUHUN!”
“Maybe not for you, but it’s really fun for me. Just let me tickle you and focus on getting your wrists free, Con. I didn’t make it that hard.” Her fingers teased his ticklish chest, and after his hands jumped to defend it, she hopped back to his midriff.
He finally took her advice and kept his hands high. Digging her fingers into his bare belly, she watched him try and figure out which rope needed to go through to get himself out of the ticklish mess. Once he found that out and began to thread the appropriate rope end through, she tickled up to his ribs. “STAHAHAHAHAHAP!” Connor abandoned all attempts to free himself, and the two returned to the game of him chasing her hands across his upper body.
“You really don’t want to get out of there, do you?” she asked, giggling, when he grabbed her hands after a few minutes. “PFFFFT!” A quick zerbert freed her hands, and she tickled his abdomen, chest, ribs, chest, and abdomen in that order as he resumed chasing her.
Finally, he got enough self-control to start threading the rope again. When she returned to his ribs, he just laughed harder and tossed a bunch of rope near the knot on his wrists. He desperately yanked it through, only going faster when she increased the intensity of her tickling. After what must have felt like forever to him, the end of the rope came through the knot, and Connor pushed his wrists apart, slackening the loops. He flipped his wrists, and the rope fell onto his ribs.
“Great job, Con!” Dawn praised him and stopped tickling, allowing him to breathe heavily for a few minutes. Once he recovered, he reached down and untied his ankles, and feeling that he had endured enough, she did not hassle him with any tickles.
After freeing himself, Connor swung his legs off the couch, planted his feet on the ground, and looked up at the tickle-ready switch. “Your turn.”
As her tall, strong former neighbor’s head raised above hers, Dawn bolted.
Next Chapter
Chapter 16: Free Friends, Part 5
Chapter Beginnings
Chapter 1: Perilous Paradise
Chapter 2: The Evil Box
Chapter 3: On the Run
Chapter 4: A New Paradise
Chapter 5: Tummy Testing
Chapter 6: Hidden Citizen
Chapter 7: Tummy Training
Chapter 8: Sessions and Reflections
Chapter 9: Full Citizen
Chapter 10: The Mistress
Chapter 11: Royals and Revelations
Chapter 12: The Rarest Reunion
Chapter 13: Novice Mistress
Chapter 14: Taking Control
Chapter 15: Mistress Dawn
Chapter 16: Free Friends
Chapter 17: Thursday Trips
Previous Chapter
Chapter 16: Free Friends, Part 3
“NOHOHOHOHOHO DAHAHAHAWN STAHAHAHAP!” he cried out as his hands fumbled with the ropes. “GIHIHIVE MEHEHE AHAHA CHAHAHANCE!”
“You have your chance, Con; I’m not going to take it away. It’s not my fault if a free man can’t try to escape while he’s getting tickled.”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Connor lapsed into pure laughter as he forced his head up.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle Con’s sensitive ribs!” Dawn teased, taking advantage of the slight arch that his back made to let him look at the ropes. She glanced up, seeing that Connor was fumbling with the ropes, and leaned down. “PFFFFFFT!”
“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!” The ticklee let out a shocked roar at the raspberry. His upper body crashed to the couch, bringing his head back, and his hands clenched the rope. “NOHOHOHOT THAHAHAT! COHOHOHOME OHOHOHON DAHAHAWN!”
Dawn giggled madly as her head came up from the zerbert. “Whew! That was a fun reaction. Let’s try it again! PFFFFT!”
“STAHAHAHAP! DAHAHAHAWN! PLEHEHEASE! IHIHIHIT’S TOHOHOHOO!”
“PFFFFFFFFFFT!”
“AHAHAHAHAHA! MAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIHIT FAHAHAHAIR!”
Dawn returned to scribbling her fingers over the sensitive ribs. “I’m just tickling, Con. If you can’t handle that and get out, that’s on you. I’d be perfectly happy with tickling you until dinner.”
“YOUHUHUHU WOHOHOULDNT!”
“PFFFFT!”
“STAHAHAHAP THAHAHAHAT! DOHOHOHON’T DIHIHISTRAHAHACT MEHEHEHE!”
“It wouldn’t be a game if I couldn’t distract you.” Despite this, Dawn opted to give Connor a half-break, drilling a finger into his bellybutton. When he got free, hopefully he would remember that small mercy and turn it into an intense tickling on her navel. Her other hand did its best to counteract this, squeezing up and down the ticklee’s ribcage.
“NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE!” Connor pleaded, but the button tickling allowed him to get back to work on his bondage. Although they both knew it would make him more ticklish and very vulnerable to surprise attacks, he arched his back to look at the rope. Dawn decided to allow him some time to work, keeping her finger wiggling around in his navel, and watched him fumble with the rope. She soon switched from squeezing to scribbling his ribs with her other fingers, which prompted a short pause in his efforts. Nevertheless, he soon got back to it, and she kept watching until he finally got the double wrist knots undone, leaving him with two ends of the rope, each attached to a couch cuff.
Seeing that Connor had finally accomplished something, Dawn exposed the real reason she moved a hand off his ribs. “PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!”
The rope ends flew out of Connor’s hands and his upper body crashed to the couch again as his tickler’s mouth buzzed into the formerly non-tickled ribs. “STAHAHAHAHAP! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
When Dawn concluded the long raspberry, her bellybutton-tickling hand jumped up and began squeezing the exposed rack of ribs. “You didn’t think I’d give up tickling you just because you got a couple of knots undone, did you?” she teased. “I’m not stopping until you free yourself.”
“PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” He stared her in the eyes, begging for mercy.
“Not yet, Con. Get yourself free first.”
“AHAHAHAHAHA!” Once again, Connor forced himself to fight through the tickling and look up. His hands searched for the ropes, but he had thrown them off the end of the couch, and he was going to have a difficult time getting them back.
Feeling a little bad for Connor, but mostly because she wanted to be tickled sooner rather than later, Dawn decided to retrieve the ropes. “Here, Con. I’m not all bad.” Her hands left her ticklee’s ribs, and while one tickled his chest, the other hand located the ropes. One by one, she dropped the rope ends into his hands. Once she had given her former slave the tools to free himself, though, she dove back into the ribs with fierce scribbles.
“WAHAHAHAHAIT IHIHIHITS SOHOHOHOHO FAHAHAHAHAR!” Connor protested after realizing how far he would have to reach to undo the cuff loops.
“If you’re not going to try to get yourself free, I’ll just tickle you until dinner,” Dawn reminded him, returning to her cruel tickler persona after the brief assistance. She knew he could get out, and she had already helped him plenty. If he was going to tickle her silly, he would need to earn it.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA DAHAHAHAWN!” he complained.
“You know, if you really want to get free, your best bet is to stretch out a little more,” she advised, displaying her intentions by quickly tapping her nails on his bare ribs.
“BUHUHUHUT YOHOHOU’LL TOHOHORTUHUHURE MEHEHEHE!”
A smirk came onto her face. “I knew that tickling you wasn’t torture in and of itself.”
“IHIHIHIHIT IHIHIHIHIS!”
“Then stretching out shouldn’t be much worse than me tickling you until dinner.”
“IHIHIHI HAHAHAHATE THIHIHIS GAHAHAHAME!”
She shrugged and squeezed his ribs as he began to pull his upper body towards the chains. “We’ll see how you feel after you get free.” At least this time, unlike when she painted and punished him, there was a guaranteed reward for enduring the tickling. She knew he had enjoyed tickling her Sunday night, and she had no doubts that he would enjoy playing with her sensitized body once he won this game.
“AHAHAHAHAHA!” Connor fell back into pure laughter as he inched up towards the cuffs, stretching his ribs, chest, and stomach out for more torturous tickling by doing so. Finally, he reached the place where the ropes around his wrists were looped twice, and Dawn stopped squeezing his tickle spot. She began tapping the crevices in his ribs while he pulled the rope through the closed cuffs, one loop and one cuff at a time. He screamed out laughter, but persisted through the light tickling, and eventually, the ropes were off the cuffs.
Before Connor could shoot his bound wrists down to protect his ribs, Dawn leaned down and blew another raspberry, keeping her eyes angled up to look towards her ticklee’s head. “PFFFFFFFFFFFT!”
“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!” Connor did what any ticklish person who could protect their most ticklish spot did, and his hands flew down to the spot under attack. Since she was half looking up while she blew into his ribs, the tickler pulled up before he could hit her head, giving Connor a rare break from the tickling. “Don’t tickle me anymore, DAHAHAWN!”
“You’re not free yet, Con!” Unfortunately, Dawn was in no mood to listen, and after letting her ticklee realize he could protect his ticklish spots, she came at his chest with her hands. Naturally, he pulled his hands up to grab hers, and she let him.
“PFFFFT!”
“NOHOHOHO FAHAHAIR!” The bellybutton blow caused Connor to let go of Dawn’s hands, and she darted back down to his ribs.
“You’re going to have to get your hands untied if you want me to stop,” she teased as he chased her up and down his upper body. Unlike the initial chest tickle, she tried not to let her hands get caught again as she tickled his chest, ribs, and stomach, blowing raspberries on his ribs and stomach only when he succeeded in grabbing her fingers or wrists.
“STAHAHAHAP!”
“Untie your wrists.” Her hands each squeezed a rib.
“COHOHOHOME OHOHOHON!”
“You want help?” She lodged a finger in his bellybutton for a few seconds, returning to his ribs when he fought back. “You’re going to have to stop trying to grab me to get yourself free. That’s all the help I’ll give.”
“PLEHEHEHASE!” He did not listen, and she moved up to his chest, then hopped back to his belly. When he continued to come after her, her hands dashed up to his chest. She let him catch her there again so she could blow another raspberry on his bellybutton, then dug into his bare ribs until he forced her down to his stomach again.
“I’ve got to play this game with Jen.” The momentary pause let Connor grab her wrists again, and she pushed both their hands up his shirtless body to make room for a zerbert on his ribs. “If she ever decided to try and get free, she’d be so fun to tickle-fight. Even more fun than you, Con.”
“THIHIHIS IHIHISNT FUHUHUHUN!”
“Maybe not for you, but it’s really fun for me. Just let me tickle you and focus on getting your wrists free, Con. I didn’t make it that hard.” Her fingers teased his ticklish chest, and after his hands jumped to defend it, she hopped back to his midriff.
He finally took her advice and kept his hands high. Digging her fingers into his bare belly, she watched him try and figure out which rope needed to go through to get himself out of the ticklish mess. Once he found that out and began to thread the appropriate rope end through, she tickled up to his ribs. “STAHAHAHAHAHAP!” Connor abandoned all attempts to free himself, and the two returned to the game of him chasing her hands across his upper body.
“You really don’t want to get out of there, do you?” she asked, giggling, when he grabbed her hands after a few minutes. “PFFFFT!” A quick zerbert freed her hands, and she tickled his abdomen, chest, ribs, chest, and abdomen in that order as he resumed chasing her.
Finally, he got enough self-control to start threading the rope again. When she returned to his ribs, he just laughed harder and tossed a bunch of rope near the knot on his wrists. He desperately yanked it through, only going faster when she increased the intensity of her tickling. After what must have felt like forever to him, the end of the rope came through the knot, and Connor pushed his wrists apart, slackening the loops. He flipped his wrists, and the rope fell onto his ribs.
“Great job, Con!” Dawn praised him and stopped tickling, allowing him to breathe heavily for a few minutes. Once he recovered, he reached down and untied his ankles, and feeling that he had endured enough, she did not hassle him with any tickles.
After freeing himself, Connor swung his legs off the couch, planted his feet on the ground, and looked up at the tickle-ready switch. “Your turn.”
As her tall, strong former neighbor’s head raised above hers, Dawn bolted.
Next Chapter
Chapter 16: Free Friends, Part 5
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