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Here is part 7 of Chapter 17 of Dawn's Story. Due to limited writing time, I will not be posting another part for this story in the next couple of weeks.
I hope you enjoy the story! 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
Chapter 18: Fun Friday
Previous Chapter
Chapter 17: Thursday Trips, Part 6
After the four had all eaten a little, Maddie broke the silence, “So, how’s the food, everyone?”
“It’s great,” Dawn responded.
“Yes, better than I could make,” Connor earnestly praised the Dungeon Tickler’s efforts, making an effort to look her in the eye when he said it.
“You’re not a bad cook, Con,” Dawn shot back before Jen could give her opinion. “Your eggs are great.”
“A better casserole,” Connor corrected, shyly turning to his former mistress.
“Oh, okay,” she warily accepted the explanation.
“Thanks for the compliments, you two,” Jen smiled. “I know Dawn’s lived alone for a while, and she makes very tasty food whenever we visit. How about you, Connor? Other than eggs, do you cook?”
He shrugged. “I make a few things.”
“A few things for now,” Dawn proclaimed, “but he’ll learn, if he’s going to keep staying at my house. As for the two of you, your food is always and will always be great.”
“We’ll try to keep impressing you, Dawn,” Maddie promised. “So, Connor, Dawn mentioned that you make good eggs?”
“I do my best, and both Dawn and I like them.”
“Con’s underselling it. His mom taught him the best way to make eggs, and he’s still got the recipe down. I’ve had them every morning since Monday except today, and that’s just because he slept in this morning.”
“I told you I still would have made them,” he defensively stated.
“Yes,” she calmly responded, “but I’d already eaten, and I was full. I might have asked for them for lunch or dinner if we hadn’t gone out.”
“Where’d you go for lunch?” Maddie wondered.
“Con’s old mistress’ house. She had gotten him a job interview, and he wanted to tell her and her tickle slaves that he was free.”
“Oh, how’d that go?” Maddie perked up significantly.
“We waited until we were inside to tell them so no one could freeze and block the door,” Dawn did not even try to stifle her giggle.
“So, you didn’t need to reactivate someone to get inside?” Jen jumped on the chance to tease her roommate.
“Hey,” Maddie pouted, her face turning red. “Tickling me was mean, Jen.”
“But necessary. You were a block of ice in front of our door. I needed to melt you somehow.”
Maddie frowned, then reached over to start squeezing Jen’s side.
“SUHUHUHURE BLAHAHAME MEHEHEHE!” Jen did not even attempt to defend her ticklish torso.
“I’m not blaming you, and it doesn’t matter anyways. There were nicer ways to get me to move,” Maddie retorted. “Still, I wouldn’t have been frozen if I’d expected a man at the door.”
“That was Dawn’s idea,” Connor hurried to cast blame after seeing what happened to Jen. “I wanted to tell you, but she wanted to see your reaction.”
“WOHOHOHOHORTH IHIHIHIHIHIT!” Jen opined.
“Dawn?” Maddie looked at the switch.
“Totally worth it,” Dawn smiled and placed her hands on the table, and Maddie’s other hand began squeezing her bare side. Instead of reacting defensively, the switch looked at her tickle-loving counterpart across the table, trying to improvise a coordination between the two. The last thing she wanted was for Connor to get tortured because she decided to tease Maddie.
“Was it worth it to you, too, Connor?” the Dungeon Tickler stared straight at the man while tickling everyone else in the room.
“I would have preferred to let you know that I was coming over the phone.”
“But since Dawn apparently convinced you not to do that, was it worth it?”
Dawn gave Jen a big nod yes, and luckily, the other Dungeon Tickler got her message. The pair of ticklees interrupted in near-perfect harmony, “YEHEHEHEHEHES!”
“Connor?” Maddie pressed.
He gave in, “It was fun seeing you freeze, but I would have rather avoided it.”
“Fair enough. Care to give these two a quick side tickle towards me?”
Dawn saw Connor look at her, then Jen, before shrinking back into his chair. “I’d rather not. I mean, I just met Jen.”
“YOHOHOHOHOU CAHAHAHAN TIHIHIHICKLE MEHEHEHE!” Jen threw that excuse out of the window instantly.
Connor gave a nervous negative nod. “I’d still rather not yet. Maybe later, after I get to know you both some more.”
Although she was unsure of why her former slave was uncomfortable after lighting up at the possibility of tickling Jen back home, Dawn decided to take the initiative, pressing her middle into Maddie’s fingers as she scooted towards the Dungeon Tickler. The tickle-happy woman on the other side of the table saw this and imitated it, bringing both ticklees closer to their tickler. Having gotten what she wanted, Maddie simply moved her nails near their bellybuttons and continued tickling, resulting in louder laughter from both happy ticklees. Across the table from the tickler, Connor’s eyes darted between the ticklish pair, and his hands rested on either side of his plate, fingers twitching. The action made Dawn wonder even more why he had sacrificed a perfect opportunity to tickle her and Jen.
“OHOHOHOKAHAHAY IHIHIHIM HUHUHUNGREHEHEE!” Following a few minutes of having Connor uncomfortably observing her and Jen being tickled, Dawn decided to spare him with the only thing that would get Maddie to stop. The tickler removed her hand from the switch’s bare belly, transitioning to a ten-finger tickling on Jen’s torso. Dawn giggled out her remaining laughter before picking up her spoon. Connor did not say anything, but he did focus on her with a caring countenance. However, his eyes frequently flicked over to Jen, who squirmed in her seat from the double-handed stomach tickling. “Jen, aren’t you hungry?” Dawn suggestively questioned the remaining ticklee after taking a bite. Jen stared at her with a look of laughing confusion. “You’ve hardly touched this tasty casserole you made.”
“YEHEHES, IHIHIHIM HUHUHUNGREHEE!” the other switch agreed, and the tickler reluctantly removed her fingers.
“You’re both getting it later, and I hope Connor will join me in getting you,” Maddie promised.
Connor nodded positively, then, after Jen and Dawn had begun eating, added, “After I get to know you two a little better.”
“What do you want to know?” Jen inquired in between hungry bites.
The man seemed unprepared for an immediate response. He considered what to ask for several bites while the tickle-loving Dungeon Tickler stared in anticipation.
“I know that look, Connor,” Maddie warned when he did not take advantage of the offer. “Jen wants to get tickled, and she doesn’t care that she just met you. If you don’t ask a question soon, she’ll tickle one out of you.”
“How’d you get to the Tickle Cartel?” Under pressure, he finally settled on an inquiry.
“Same way as Dawn.”
“Meaning?”
“Snatched off the beach to be a tickle slave. I didn’t have nearly as bad of an experience as she did, thankfully. No one beat me. I just got tickled.”
Dawn paled, and her eyes grew wide as Jen revealed what she had refused to tell Connor thus far. His head jerked towards her, radiating fury. “Did she just say that they beat you, Dawn?”
“Oh!” Jen realized her mistake.
“Well, I mean, yes, well… um, yeah, but…” Dawn could not think of anything to extinguish the anger in Connor’s eyes.
“They’ve been taken care of,” Maddie finally jumped to her rescue.
“They have?” He was still staring at Dawn.
“Well…”
“Everyone that could be taken care of has been,” Jen clarified. “We got assurances from Queen Mistress Heather herself.”
“The Queen Mistress?” The mention of the Tickle Cartel’s leader finally got Connor’s eyes off the woman he had come to the island to rescue.
“Yes, the Queen Mistress personally freed me, and she’s taken a liking to me and Maddie,” Jen explained. “Dawn visited her, too, and the first time she went there, the Queen Mistress recognized her. After getting us in private so she could talk about it, the Queen Mistress revealed that she had been involved with the response to Dawn’s escape. She assured us that she had taken care of everyone she could after learning what happened. Dawn wasn’t there the next time that Maddie and I went to the palace, but we asked a little more about it to make sure there wasn’t anything else we could do. Sorry for going behind your back, Dawn.”
“That’s okay.” Relieved at Jen’s explanation, even though she was not convinced the final part was real, Dawn accepted it without question.
“Did they get everyone?” Connor pressed.
“The Queen Mistress said that they punished everyone who hurt Dawn or helped people who did,” Maddie had used her break from talking to put on a convincing facade. Dawn knew she was lying, but she hoped that Connor, not having known the Dungeon Tickler for very long, would buy the story.
“Okay, good.” Connor settled back into his chair. “Sorry. Dawn told me that her tickle slavery was bad, and you know, the whole point of me coming to the island in the first place was to find her and make sure she was safe.”
“He was going to be my knight in shining armor,” Dawn interrupted, using a proud tone and looking at Maddie to try and hide her knowledge of the Dungeon Tickler’s lie. “Luckily, the people who took me over here were incompetent, and they got caught, so Con didn’t need to do anything.” She turned back to Connor with a beaming smile, “Still, I would have loved it if the rescue had happened like you planned, Con.”
“I’m glad that you didn’t need to wait for me to save you. It would have taken way too long. If there’s anything I can do to keep you from remembering what happened, though, just let me know. It’s the least I can do.”
“There’s nothing except keeping flossers away from my bellybutton.”
“Hey, don’t let that stop you from punishing her if she needs it.” Shockingly, Jen undercut Dawn’s attempt to use Connor’s guilt about not saving her to keep her one hated tool away from the spot it could torture the worst. “Flossers are the only real way to punish her, so don’t leave them out entirely. Treat them as a last resort, and only as a last resort, to keep her from bullying you.”
“What, Jen? Bully? I’m not going to bully him.”
“I’m sure he appreciated you ordering him to put his hands on the table earlier.”
“That’s for punishment, and I’ll only do that if he needs it. Sometimes, that’s necessary, especially with former tickle slaves. Others, too. I punish you and Maddie whenever you earn it. Other than that, I try to stay away from tickle torture. You know that.”
“Hah!” Maddie barked out a laugh. “Tell that to my bellybutton.”
Seeing a perfect opportunity to tickle Maddie and incite some revenge, Dawn stated, “Scoot back and I will.”
The Dungeon Tickler saw through the words and scooted closer to the table. “Never mind. Connor, you should know that she will tickle people who don’t love it. Tickle Mistress Wendy and I can attest to that.”
“Well, yes, I do tickle playfully, and sometimes I target spots where the ticklee doesn’t love it,” Dawn conceded. “That’s just the nature of living in the Tickle Cartel, and before you say anything, I already told Con that I’d tickle him some. However, I’m not going to torture someone for an extended period of time unless it’s punishment. Maddie, realistically, how long do I tickle you when you leave your bellybutton open?”
“Long enough,” Maddie frowned.
“How long?”
“Maybe a minute or two. Three if you’re feeling mean.”
“See, Con? Not that long.”
“It’s long enough,” Maddie insisted.
“Jen tickles you for longer.”
“And I make up for that.” The more sadistic Dungeon Tickler threw an evil grin at her best friend.
“I tickle you for longer because you make up for it,” Jen declared. “But Connor, Dawn really doesn’t tickle for very long unless the ticklee likes it. You shouldn’t have very much trouble with her. Like I said earlier, don’t completely eliminate the flosser, but only use it if she really needs a punishment.”
“I’ll use it responsibly, especially after what you told me about her being beaten,” he solemnly vowed. The dinner table quieted after this, since his promise was enough to keep Dawn from worrying about constant flosser revenge. This time, Connor broke the silence. “So, can we get back to learning about you and Maddie?”
“Sure! What else do you want to know?” Jen gave him an open invitation.
“You both came in as tickle slaves, right?”
“Oh, no, not me, thankfully,” Maddie denied with a sigh of relief. “I’d probably still be a tickle slave if they’d taken me.”
“Really? How’d you get here?” Connor wondered after Maddie stopped at that.
“Jen came to our home and brought me back here. That’s how the whole ‘she was away for a week and I tickle tortured her’ thing happened. She got captured, then she somehow convinced the Queen Mistress to send her back to get me to be a Dungeon Tickler. When we met up again, she lied to trap me on a ship back to the Tickle Cartel. She explained everything after we started sailing back, and living here didn’t sound as bad as I’d anticipated when she said ‘Tickle Cartel’ the first time. Of course, at that point, I also didn’t really have a choice except to keep going. When we got here, we eventually went to the Queen Mistress so she could test my tickling skills. Jen had passed her test earlier, and after I tickle tortured the Queen Mistress, she fast-tracked us to become Dungeon Ticklers.”
“Wow,” was all Connor offered.
“That was my reaction, too,” Dawn nodded in agreement.
“Anything else you want to know about us?” Jen asked after letting the story sink in.
“Um…” Connor considered.
“Nothing yet? So, do you want to tickle me?” The Dungeon Tickler scooted back to expose her abdomen after a minute.
“How’d you meet Dawn?”
Frowning, Jen slid her chair back up to the table. Her smile returned as she spoke up, “Before I went back home to get Maddie, Tickle Mistress Wendy, who introduced me to the Queen Mistress and helped me out of tickle slavery, took me to Tummy Paradise. My first session was with Dawn, and after tickling her, we talked and realized that we both loved switching. It was a perfect match.”
Dawn nodded and responded, “The perfect match is right. I can’t remember giving my phone number to a session partner before. Of course, most people who sign up to tickle me don’t jump at the chance to let me tickle them unless they checked the revenge box before their session.”
“And Maddie? How’d you-”
Maddie did not bother to wait until the question finished. “Jen had me sign up for a three-person session with Dawn at Tummy Paradise, and I’m so glad she did. Especially since I just signed up as a tickler.”
“Sounds like fun.”
“You should go to Tummy Paradise and session with Dawn sometime,” Maddie suggested. “Maybe you’ll find out that you both enjoy it like we did, and she’ll give you her number.”
“I don’t go around giving people my number,” Dawn pushed back. “You two were the only exception, mostly because Jen and I had so much fun switching in our first session. Most clients just want me as a ticklee or tickler, or just a tiny bit of their non-preferred role. Plus, we hit it off really well in the three-person session.”
“Yes, we did,” Jen joined in again. “So, Connor, ready to tickle me yet? Or I could let you get Maddie if you want to start with her, as long as I’m next.”
“Jen!” Maddie protested. “You don’t get to offer me up for tickles.”
“I bet I could convince you. Connor already knows about your persuasion button.”
“Hmph!” Maddie scooted towards Dawn and turned to face the other guest. “Connor, what else would you like to know?”
“You said you were both Dungeon Ticklers. Does that mean you work in a tickle dungeon?”
“Yes, Tickle Dungeon 16,” Jen answered. “It’s about a mile from here.”
“And Maddie?”
“We both work there. Tickle Mistress Wendy used a favor to have the Queen Mistress assign us to the same dungeon. The Tickle Mistress and our boss, Dungeon Mistress Lori, are good friends.”
“Okay. Hmm, I’m not sure I have any more questions, then.”
“Tummy tickle time?” Jen’s eyes lit up, and she scooted back to show her stomach.
“I’m still hungry. Can we please finish dinner first?” Connor requested.
“Absolutely,” Maddie forcefully interjected before Jen reluctantly gave an approving nod. “Jen, after dinner, you can tickle or be tickled by Dawn. I’d like to test Connor.”
“But he wants to tickle me,” Jen pointed out.
“And he will, just not right away.”
“But-”
Maddie held up a hand. “Actually, you’re right. Connor’s our guest; he can choose.”
“I’d like-” he started.
“Listen first, then decide,” Maddie interrupted. “Jen and I will tickle you separately at some point during your visit. Isn’t that right, Jen?”
The other Dungeon Tickler smiled and shrugged her shoulders innocently. “I do want to find out for myself how ticklish you are.”
“In addition to that, I’m sure Jen will let you tickle her, probably multiple times, given how excited she sounded.”
Jen murmured something unintelligible to Dawn, but Connor’s eyebrows perked up.
“What, Jen?”
“Nothing,” Jen responded, her voice too sweet to be genuine.
With a wary eye roll, Maddie continued, “Well, in any case, Connor, you’ll have at least one chance to tickle Jen-”
“At least two.”
“Okay, at least two chances to tickle Jen, at least one tickling from me, and at least one tickling from Jen. Which do you want to do first?”
Given those options, there was an obvious choice. “I guess I’ll get tickled by you first, to get that out of the way. Dawn said you’re the more torturous tickler.”
“I’ll tickle torture you; that’s right. Nothing against you personally, but it’s too good of an opportunity to pass up. We’ll do that right after dinner, and then we can move on. So, Jen, any questions or arguments?”
“Dawn, we’re having a tickle fight,” Jen dictated.
“It’s been far too long since I’ve had one,” Dawn agreed. “Standard punishment for the loser?”
“I’ll never turn down tummy feathers.”
Connor looked curiously between the two future tickle fighters.
Meanwhile, Maddie’s gaze turned back to the former tickle slave. “Eat up, Connor. You’ve got a lot of laughing to do in the near future.”
Having established plans for the end of the meal, good or bad, the four dove back into their food, only talking occasionally.
Next Chapter
Chapter 17: Thursday Trips, Part 8
I hope you enjoy the story! 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
Chapter 18: Fun Friday
Previous Chapter
Chapter 17: Thursday Trips, Part 6
After the four had all eaten a little, Maddie broke the silence, “So, how’s the food, everyone?”
“It’s great,” Dawn responded.
“Yes, better than I could make,” Connor earnestly praised the Dungeon Tickler’s efforts, making an effort to look her in the eye when he said it.
“You’re not a bad cook, Con,” Dawn shot back before Jen could give her opinion. “Your eggs are great.”
“A better casserole,” Connor corrected, shyly turning to his former mistress.
“Oh, okay,” she warily accepted the explanation.
“Thanks for the compliments, you two,” Jen smiled. “I know Dawn’s lived alone for a while, and she makes very tasty food whenever we visit. How about you, Connor? Other than eggs, do you cook?”
He shrugged. “I make a few things.”
“A few things for now,” Dawn proclaimed, “but he’ll learn, if he’s going to keep staying at my house. As for the two of you, your food is always and will always be great.”
“We’ll try to keep impressing you, Dawn,” Maddie promised. “So, Connor, Dawn mentioned that you make good eggs?”
“I do my best, and both Dawn and I like them.”
“Con’s underselling it. His mom taught him the best way to make eggs, and he’s still got the recipe down. I’ve had them every morning since Monday except today, and that’s just because he slept in this morning.”
“I told you I still would have made them,” he defensively stated.
“Yes,” she calmly responded, “but I’d already eaten, and I was full. I might have asked for them for lunch or dinner if we hadn’t gone out.”
“Where’d you go for lunch?” Maddie wondered.
“Con’s old mistress’ house. She had gotten him a job interview, and he wanted to tell her and her tickle slaves that he was free.”
“Oh, how’d that go?” Maddie perked up significantly.
“We waited until we were inside to tell them so no one could freeze and block the door,” Dawn did not even try to stifle her giggle.
“So, you didn’t need to reactivate someone to get inside?” Jen jumped on the chance to tease her roommate.
“Hey,” Maddie pouted, her face turning red. “Tickling me was mean, Jen.”
“But necessary. You were a block of ice in front of our door. I needed to melt you somehow.”
Maddie frowned, then reached over to start squeezing Jen’s side.
“SUHUHUHURE BLAHAHAME MEHEHEHE!” Jen did not even attempt to defend her ticklish torso.
“I’m not blaming you, and it doesn’t matter anyways. There were nicer ways to get me to move,” Maddie retorted. “Still, I wouldn’t have been frozen if I’d expected a man at the door.”
“That was Dawn’s idea,” Connor hurried to cast blame after seeing what happened to Jen. “I wanted to tell you, but she wanted to see your reaction.”
“WOHOHOHOHORTH IHIHIHIHIHIT!” Jen opined.
“Dawn?” Maddie looked at the switch.
“Totally worth it,” Dawn smiled and placed her hands on the table, and Maddie’s other hand began squeezing her bare side. Instead of reacting defensively, the switch looked at her tickle-loving counterpart across the table, trying to improvise a coordination between the two. The last thing she wanted was for Connor to get tortured because she decided to tease Maddie.
“Was it worth it to you, too, Connor?” the Dungeon Tickler stared straight at the man while tickling everyone else in the room.
“I would have preferred to let you know that I was coming over the phone.”
“But since Dawn apparently convinced you not to do that, was it worth it?”
Dawn gave Jen a big nod yes, and luckily, the other Dungeon Tickler got her message. The pair of ticklees interrupted in near-perfect harmony, “YEHEHEHEHEHES!”
“Connor?” Maddie pressed.
He gave in, “It was fun seeing you freeze, but I would have rather avoided it.”
“Fair enough. Care to give these two a quick side tickle towards me?”
Dawn saw Connor look at her, then Jen, before shrinking back into his chair. “I’d rather not. I mean, I just met Jen.”
“YOHOHOHOHOU CAHAHAHAN TIHIHIHICKLE MEHEHEHE!” Jen threw that excuse out of the window instantly.
Connor gave a nervous negative nod. “I’d still rather not yet. Maybe later, after I get to know you both some more.”
Although she was unsure of why her former slave was uncomfortable after lighting up at the possibility of tickling Jen back home, Dawn decided to take the initiative, pressing her middle into Maddie’s fingers as she scooted towards the Dungeon Tickler. The tickle-happy woman on the other side of the table saw this and imitated it, bringing both ticklees closer to their tickler. Having gotten what she wanted, Maddie simply moved her nails near their bellybuttons and continued tickling, resulting in louder laughter from both happy ticklees. Across the table from the tickler, Connor’s eyes darted between the ticklish pair, and his hands rested on either side of his plate, fingers twitching. The action made Dawn wonder even more why he had sacrificed a perfect opportunity to tickle her and Jen.
“OHOHOHOKAHAHAY IHIHIHIM HUHUHUNGREHEHEE!” Following a few minutes of having Connor uncomfortably observing her and Jen being tickled, Dawn decided to spare him with the only thing that would get Maddie to stop. The tickler removed her hand from the switch’s bare belly, transitioning to a ten-finger tickling on Jen’s torso. Dawn giggled out her remaining laughter before picking up her spoon. Connor did not say anything, but he did focus on her with a caring countenance. However, his eyes frequently flicked over to Jen, who squirmed in her seat from the double-handed stomach tickling. “Jen, aren’t you hungry?” Dawn suggestively questioned the remaining ticklee after taking a bite. Jen stared at her with a look of laughing confusion. “You’ve hardly touched this tasty casserole you made.”
“YEHEHES, IHIHIHIM HUHUHUNGREHEE!” the other switch agreed, and the tickler reluctantly removed her fingers.
“You’re both getting it later, and I hope Connor will join me in getting you,” Maddie promised.
Connor nodded positively, then, after Jen and Dawn had begun eating, added, “After I get to know you two a little better.”
“What do you want to know?” Jen inquired in between hungry bites.
The man seemed unprepared for an immediate response. He considered what to ask for several bites while the tickle-loving Dungeon Tickler stared in anticipation.
“I know that look, Connor,” Maddie warned when he did not take advantage of the offer. “Jen wants to get tickled, and she doesn’t care that she just met you. If you don’t ask a question soon, she’ll tickle one out of you.”
“How’d you get to the Tickle Cartel?” Under pressure, he finally settled on an inquiry.
“Same way as Dawn.”
“Meaning?”
“Snatched off the beach to be a tickle slave. I didn’t have nearly as bad of an experience as she did, thankfully. No one beat me. I just got tickled.”
Dawn paled, and her eyes grew wide as Jen revealed what she had refused to tell Connor thus far. His head jerked towards her, radiating fury. “Did she just say that they beat you, Dawn?”
“Oh!” Jen realized her mistake.
“Well, I mean, yes, well… um, yeah, but…” Dawn could not think of anything to extinguish the anger in Connor’s eyes.
“They’ve been taken care of,” Maddie finally jumped to her rescue.
“They have?” He was still staring at Dawn.
“Well…”
“Everyone that could be taken care of has been,” Jen clarified. “We got assurances from Queen Mistress Heather herself.”
“The Queen Mistress?” The mention of the Tickle Cartel’s leader finally got Connor’s eyes off the woman he had come to the island to rescue.
“Yes, the Queen Mistress personally freed me, and she’s taken a liking to me and Maddie,” Jen explained. “Dawn visited her, too, and the first time she went there, the Queen Mistress recognized her. After getting us in private so she could talk about it, the Queen Mistress revealed that she had been involved with the response to Dawn’s escape. She assured us that she had taken care of everyone she could after learning what happened. Dawn wasn’t there the next time that Maddie and I went to the palace, but we asked a little more about it to make sure there wasn’t anything else we could do. Sorry for going behind your back, Dawn.”
“That’s okay.” Relieved at Jen’s explanation, even though she was not convinced the final part was real, Dawn accepted it without question.
“Did they get everyone?” Connor pressed.
“The Queen Mistress said that they punished everyone who hurt Dawn or helped people who did,” Maddie had used her break from talking to put on a convincing facade. Dawn knew she was lying, but she hoped that Connor, not having known the Dungeon Tickler for very long, would buy the story.
“Okay, good.” Connor settled back into his chair. “Sorry. Dawn told me that her tickle slavery was bad, and you know, the whole point of me coming to the island in the first place was to find her and make sure she was safe.”
“He was going to be my knight in shining armor,” Dawn interrupted, using a proud tone and looking at Maddie to try and hide her knowledge of the Dungeon Tickler’s lie. “Luckily, the people who took me over here were incompetent, and they got caught, so Con didn’t need to do anything.” She turned back to Connor with a beaming smile, “Still, I would have loved it if the rescue had happened like you planned, Con.”
“I’m glad that you didn’t need to wait for me to save you. It would have taken way too long. If there’s anything I can do to keep you from remembering what happened, though, just let me know. It’s the least I can do.”
“There’s nothing except keeping flossers away from my bellybutton.”
“Hey, don’t let that stop you from punishing her if she needs it.” Shockingly, Jen undercut Dawn’s attempt to use Connor’s guilt about not saving her to keep her one hated tool away from the spot it could torture the worst. “Flossers are the only real way to punish her, so don’t leave them out entirely. Treat them as a last resort, and only as a last resort, to keep her from bullying you.”
“What, Jen? Bully? I’m not going to bully him.”
“I’m sure he appreciated you ordering him to put his hands on the table earlier.”
“That’s for punishment, and I’ll only do that if he needs it. Sometimes, that’s necessary, especially with former tickle slaves. Others, too. I punish you and Maddie whenever you earn it. Other than that, I try to stay away from tickle torture. You know that.”
“Hah!” Maddie barked out a laugh. “Tell that to my bellybutton.”
Seeing a perfect opportunity to tickle Maddie and incite some revenge, Dawn stated, “Scoot back and I will.”
The Dungeon Tickler saw through the words and scooted closer to the table. “Never mind. Connor, you should know that she will tickle people who don’t love it. Tickle Mistress Wendy and I can attest to that.”
“Well, yes, I do tickle playfully, and sometimes I target spots where the ticklee doesn’t love it,” Dawn conceded. “That’s just the nature of living in the Tickle Cartel, and before you say anything, I already told Con that I’d tickle him some. However, I’m not going to torture someone for an extended period of time unless it’s punishment. Maddie, realistically, how long do I tickle you when you leave your bellybutton open?”
“Long enough,” Maddie frowned.
“How long?”
“Maybe a minute or two. Three if you’re feeling mean.”
“See, Con? Not that long.”
“It’s long enough,” Maddie insisted.
“Jen tickles you for longer.”
“And I make up for that.” The more sadistic Dungeon Tickler threw an evil grin at her best friend.
“I tickle you for longer because you make up for it,” Jen declared. “But Connor, Dawn really doesn’t tickle for very long unless the ticklee likes it. You shouldn’t have very much trouble with her. Like I said earlier, don’t completely eliminate the flosser, but only use it if she really needs a punishment.”
“I’ll use it responsibly, especially after what you told me about her being beaten,” he solemnly vowed. The dinner table quieted after this, since his promise was enough to keep Dawn from worrying about constant flosser revenge. This time, Connor broke the silence. “So, can we get back to learning about you and Maddie?”
“Sure! What else do you want to know?” Jen gave him an open invitation.
“You both came in as tickle slaves, right?”
“Oh, no, not me, thankfully,” Maddie denied with a sigh of relief. “I’d probably still be a tickle slave if they’d taken me.”
“Really? How’d you get here?” Connor wondered after Maddie stopped at that.
“Jen came to our home and brought me back here. That’s how the whole ‘she was away for a week and I tickle tortured her’ thing happened. She got captured, then she somehow convinced the Queen Mistress to send her back to get me to be a Dungeon Tickler. When we met up again, she lied to trap me on a ship back to the Tickle Cartel. She explained everything after we started sailing back, and living here didn’t sound as bad as I’d anticipated when she said ‘Tickle Cartel’ the first time. Of course, at that point, I also didn’t really have a choice except to keep going. When we got here, we eventually went to the Queen Mistress so she could test my tickling skills. Jen had passed her test earlier, and after I tickle tortured the Queen Mistress, she fast-tracked us to become Dungeon Ticklers.”
“Wow,” was all Connor offered.
“That was my reaction, too,” Dawn nodded in agreement.
“Anything else you want to know about us?” Jen asked after letting the story sink in.
“Um…” Connor considered.
“Nothing yet? So, do you want to tickle me?” The Dungeon Tickler scooted back to expose her abdomen after a minute.
“How’d you meet Dawn?”
Frowning, Jen slid her chair back up to the table. Her smile returned as she spoke up, “Before I went back home to get Maddie, Tickle Mistress Wendy, who introduced me to the Queen Mistress and helped me out of tickle slavery, took me to Tummy Paradise. My first session was with Dawn, and after tickling her, we talked and realized that we both loved switching. It was a perfect match.”
Dawn nodded and responded, “The perfect match is right. I can’t remember giving my phone number to a session partner before. Of course, most people who sign up to tickle me don’t jump at the chance to let me tickle them unless they checked the revenge box before their session.”
“And Maddie? How’d you-”
Maddie did not bother to wait until the question finished. “Jen had me sign up for a three-person session with Dawn at Tummy Paradise, and I’m so glad she did. Especially since I just signed up as a tickler.”
“Sounds like fun.”
“You should go to Tummy Paradise and session with Dawn sometime,” Maddie suggested. “Maybe you’ll find out that you both enjoy it like we did, and she’ll give you her number.”
“I don’t go around giving people my number,” Dawn pushed back. “You two were the only exception, mostly because Jen and I had so much fun switching in our first session. Most clients just want me as a ticklee or tickler, or just a tiny bit of their non-preferred role. Plus, we hit it off really well in the three-person session.”
“Yes, we did,” Jen joined in again. “So, Connor, ready to tickle me yet? Or I could let you get Maddie if you want to start with her, as long as I’m next.”
“Jen!” Maddie protested. “You don’t get to offer me up for tickles.”
“I bet I could convince you. Connor already knows about your persuasion button.”
“Hmph!” Maddie scooted towards Dawn and turned to face the other guest. “Connor, what else would you like to know?”
“You said you were both Dungeon Ticklers. Does that mean you work in a tickle dungeon?”
“Yes, Tickle Dungeon 16,” Jen answered. “It’s about a mile from here.”
“And Maddie?”
“We both work there. Tickle Mistress Wendy used a favor to have the Queen Mistress assign us to the same dungeon. The Tickle Mistress and our boss, Dungeon Mistress Lori, are good friends.”
“Okay. Hmm, I’m not sure I have any more questions, then.”
“Tummy tickle time?” Jen’s eyes lit up, and she scooted back to show her stomach.
“I’m still hungry. Can we please finish dinner first?” Connor requested.
“Absolutely,” Maddie forcefully interjected before Jen reluctantly gave an approving nod. “Jen, after dinner, you can tickle or be tickled by Dawn. I’d like to test Connor.”
“But he wants to tickle me,” Jen pointed out.
“And he will, just not right away.”
“But-”
Maddie held up a hand. “Actually, you’re right. Connor’s our guest; he can choose.”
“I’d like-” he started.
“Listen first, then decide,” Maddie interrupted. “Jen and I will tickle you separately at some point during your visit. Isn’t that right, Jen?”
The other Dungeon Tickler smiled and shrugged her shoulders innocently. “I do want to find out for myself how ticklish you are.”
“In addition to that, I’m sure Jen will let you tickle her, probably multiple times, given how excited she sounded.”
Jen murmured something unintelligible to Dawn, but Connor’s eyebrows perked up.
“What, Jen?”
“Nothing,” Jen responded, her voice too sweet to be genuine.
With a wary eye roll, Maddie continued, “Well, in any case, Connor, you’ll have at least one chance to tickle Jen-”
“At least two.”
“Okay, at least two chances to tickle Jen, at least one tickling from me, and at least one tickling from Jen. Which do you want to do first?”
Given those options, there was an obvious choice. “I guess I’ll get tickled by you first, to get that out of the way. Dawn said you’re the more torturous tickler.”
“I’ll tickle torture you; that’s right. Nothing against you personally, but it’s too good of an opportunity to pass up. We’ll do that right after dinner, and then we can move on. So, Jen, any questions or arguments?”
“Dawn, we’re having a tickle fight,” Jen dictated.
“It’s been far too long since I’ve had one,” Dawn agreed. “Standard punishment for the loser?”
“I’ll never turn down tummy feathers.”
Connor looked curiously between the two future tickle fighters.
Meanwhile, Maddie’s gaze turned back to the former tickle slave. “Eat up, Connor. You’ve got a lot of laughing to do in the near future.”
Having established plans for the end of the meal, good or bad, the four dove back into their food, only talking occasionally.
Next Chapter
Chapter 17: Thursday Trips, Part 8
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