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Here is Part 2 of Chapter 7 of The Tickle Cartel.
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Chapter 7: Palace Night: Heather’s Dungeon, Part 1
Laughter was still pouring out of Jen’s mouth when Kara asked her if she wanted a break. Thoughts, however, were not pouring into her head, as the tickling had cleared out her mind.
Thirty seconds later, something finally came through, and the first thought Jen had was, ‘Wait, a break? What’s a break?’ And then, she realized, ‘I’m still being tickled, and I’m still laughing.’ Suddenly, Jen started to wonder where she was. The terrible tickle torture had essentially erased Jen’s memories, and the last thing she could remember was all those guards coming in and telling her that she was going to the Royal Tickle Dungeon. All the mind games that Kara had been playing with her were gone from her short-term memory. ‘Well, I’m still being tickled, and my arms are chained over my head, so I must be locked up in the dungeon. It’s the only reasonable explanation. I guess it couldn’t hurt to ask for a break.’
“YEHEHEHEHEHES!” Jen managed to spit out through the laughter. “IHIHIH WAHAHANT AHAHAHA BREHEHEHEHEAK!”
‘Perfect, I’ve got her just where I want her,’ Kara smiled to herself.
“I’ll give you a break,” Kara promised, “if you agree to be locked in a cell while you’re in the dungeon.”
‘Wait, I’m not in the dungeon?’ Jen was alarmed, and then her short-term memories started to return. The guards marching her. The elevator. Kara teasing her. Kara tickling her stomach. And finally, the fact that Kara had been toying with her. Suddenly, more confidence came to Jen, ‘I’m not in the dungeon. I’m still on the elevator. I don’t need to give in yet.’
“NOHOHOHOHOHO!” Jen defied Kara’s expectations by refusing her offer.
Kara was shocked at this, but she refused to yield, “I guess I’ll just have to get back to tickling you, then. Those brushes sure did like you.”
“GOHOHOHO AHEHEHEHED!” Jen encouraged, still feeling the tickling of the flossers and toothbrushes on her tummy.
Realizing that the elevator ride was about to end and Jen would likely figure out everything by then, Kara tried for one last desperate move. She took out the flossers, leaned in, and blew another huge raspberry on Jen’s bellybutton. “You want more of this, Jen?”
“AHAHAHA YEHEHEHEHES!” Jen continued to refuse to yield, partially because she actually enjoyed the raspberry.
‘Time to give up,’ Kara accepted defeat. ‘Guess I’ll be tickled down here, too.’ She was not going to tell Jen yet, but for the few people who actually managed to make it through her tickle torture elevator ride, Kara always allowed a little revenge tickling in the dungeon.
“Alright, Jen, you made it,” Kara announced as the elevator ground to a halt. When the elevator stopped, she removed the two toothbrushes, which were the only tools left on Jen. “I must say that I’ve got new respect for you. You took all the best tickling I had to offer, so you certainly deserve the tour of the Royal Tickle Dungeon.”
‘Oh, right, I’m getting to go on a tour,’ Jen remembered.
“Thank you,” Jen thanked Kara as she unbound one of Jen’s arms and then gave her some water. “Wow, that was really intense.”
“Yeah, most people who I have come down here don’t last like you did,” Kara admitted. “I always try to get them to tell me to tickle their most ticklish spot. Some refuse to do so completely, and I go light on them the entire ride down. Others, like you give me the go ahead to get them really good. Almost all of the latter group end up in cells because they’re willing to do anything to get me to stop tickling them. I’ve tickled prison sentences out of tummies, feet, ribs, armpits, even necks and legs. And just a few minutes after they get locked in the cell, I take them out, tie them up for some mandatory tickling, and get to tickle them for their entire sentence. But you’re one of the few ones who outlasted me. Congratulations.”
“Thanks, I guess,” Jen was still trying to wrap her head around what had happened on the elevator. “So, what now?”
“Well, you wanted to take the tour, which means you will be getting tickled, so we’re going to get you in a bikini,” Kara proclaimed. “Can’t have you hiding any ticklish spots from our machines or ticklers. But don’t worry; our ticklees won’t be able to hide any spots from you when you tickle them.” Jen followed Kara out of the elevator to a large room, where another person, presumably one of the Royal Tickle Dungeon employees, was sitting at a counter. “Hey, Eve, Jen here is going to get tickled, so we need access to the clothing room to get her a bikini.”
“Sure thing, Kara,” the woman at the counter replied. She got up, revealing an outfit similar to Kara’s. Both had on black and white striped crop tops that ended in the middle of their ribs, revealing their bellies, as well as shorts that went down to their knees. However, unlike Jen’s current attire, the dungeon employees’ shirts had sleeves, so their armpits were not free to tickle. Additionally, both of them had socks on, but no shoes. Jen assumed that the Royal Tickle Dungeon made shoes unnecessary, since they would probably want ticklees walking around barefoot.
Eve walked over and unlocked a door on the other side of the room. “Thanks, Eve,” Kara addressed her counterpart as she and Jen went over, squeezing Eve’s side to draw out a squeal when she met the other employee.
“Kara!” Eve half-heartedly whined to her colleague, who had already gotten too far away to retaliate, after the side squeeze. “Why’d you have to do that?”
Kara did not respond as she and Jen went into the room, only offering a devious wink for Eve. Once they were both inside, Kara closed the door and inquired, “Jen, what’s your favorite color? We’ve got all of them.”
‘Wow!’ Jen’s mind was amazed as she looked around the room. All around her, bikinis of various sizes and colors filled the room. ‘She’s not kidding. They really do have everything. They must really want their ticklees to be somewhat comfortable.’
“Umm, light blue,” Jen finally gave her answer after a minute of thought.
“And size?” Kara asked, which Jen quickly provided. The Royal Dungeon Tickler led her ticklee and temporary partner to one of the corners and gave her a light blue bikini to put on.
‘Well, it’s not ideal for protection,’ Jen thought as she looked herself over in the mirror after she had changed. ‘My tummy is still completely exposed, and I just know Kara’s going to tickle me there.’
After these thoughts, Jen turned to Kara and asked, “How do I look?”
“Very ticklish,” Kara answered, making Jen shiver a bit. “Oh, come on, don’t be scared. It’s just some more tickle torture; you’ll do fine. At first, at least.”
‘She’s going to tickle torture me again,’ Jen internally accepted her situation, her mind sighing. ‘Well, might as well get on with it. At least I’ll get to mix in my tickle torture with other people’s tickle torture.’
“What’s next?” Jen wondered in a curious tone.
“Next, we go out, and I’m assuming Dungeon Mistress Yvette will be out there to meet us,” Kara informed her. “She meets most of the new arrivals, and everyone who has earned Queen Mistress Heather’s favor before coming down. She’ll probably join us for part of the tour, since she is in charge of the dungeon, and likes to tickle people that are down here.”
“Alright,” Jen stated, internally a little nervous. “I’m ready.”
When the two headed out of the changing room, they were greeted by the sight of a tall, domineering woman tickling Eve in her chair. Eve’s ribs and belly were getting tickled, despite Eve trying to curl up to protect herself from the tickling. Every time Eve’s arms moved to try and stop the tickle torture, the tickler’s hands went elsewhere, freely continuing their journey around Eve’s body. Suddenly, the woman looked up, noticing Jen and Kara, and addressed them, “Hello, Jen, is it?” Jen nodded shyly, daunted by the woman. “I am Dungeon Mistress Yvette. It’s nice to meet you. I understand that Kara is going to take you on a tour of the Royal Tickle Dungeon, and I am here to begin that. Please follow me.”
‘She’s quite intimidating,’ Jen thought to herself as she reluctantly followed Dungeon Mistress Yvette out into the hall. It was quite clear that Yvette was the Dungeon Mistress; her clothes and demeanor conveyed her authority. Unlike Eve and Kara’s outfits, the Dungeon Mistress’s Outfit was all black, and there were no tickle spots, aside from her neck, left open to tickle. Yvette was around six feet six inches (6’ 6”) tall, much taller than Jen or Kara. When she was introducing herself, she let off a dominatrix vibe, as if she was about to tickle torture anyone who crossed her. She strode confidently through the dungeon hall, undisturbed by the wild laughter penetrating the hallway from the dungeon cells. Although Jen did not get a look at the laughing prisoners, she recognized desperation in the laughter. ‘Wow, this must be pretty hardcore. Well, that, or those people really did something bad to deserve severe tickle torture. Sure sounds like they really want to get out of here. And she is just walking like nothing’s happening. I mean, even Kara seemed a bit fidgety when she was introducing herself. Did I make a mistake in choosing to take a tour of here?’
Before Jen had too much time to consider that final question, the Dungeon Mistress took out a set of keys from her pocket and opened up one of the cell doors. “Inside,” she commanded, and Jen and Kara followed, heads down. Inside, Jen saw a set of wall chains, easily high enough to restrain her on her tippy toes like the ones in the elevator. These ones, however, looked like they would not give her any leeway, so there would be no temporary escape from Yvette as there was from Kara in the elevator. “Kara, bind her to the wall chains.”
“Yes, Mistress Yvette,” Kara complied submissively, leading an apprehensive Jen over to the wall chains. On the way over, she whispered some advice to Jen, “Don’t resist me, or this will be much worse. It’s already going to tickle quite a bit, but Mistress Yvette would tickle you more intensely than she usually does.” Jen followed the order and allowed herself to be chained up to the wall. True to her estimation, the wall chains had no give; she was standing on her bare toes, and there was definitely no room to wiggle away from tickling, either side to side or front to back. “Mistress, what would you like me to do?”
“Nothing further; just wait for me to finish,” Dungeon Mistress Yvette announced before approaching Jen and placing her nails on Jen’s sides, making her flinch. An evil smile crossed the tickler’s face as she looked into Jen’s eyes. “Jen, to start off your tour of the Royal Tickle Dungeon, I’m going to be tickling you for five minutes. Under tickle torture, prisoner Heather revealed that your most sensitive spot is this stomach of yours, so that’s where I’m going to be tickling you. Oh, you should be scared; it’s going to be a bit of tummy tickle torture.”
‘She knows,’ Jen’s thoughts became desperate at the last line from the Dungeon Mistress. It was true that her face was filled with worry; she really was scared of the dominatrix standing in front of her. ‘And she said prisoner Heather. They must be tickle torturing Queen Mistress Heather, and that means that’s what going to happen to me, too.’
The Dungeon Mistress placed a single nail on Jen’s bare side and ran it up and down, causing Jen to shiver. “Ooh, you’re real ticklish here, aren’t you?” she teased her prisoner. “Such a ticklish tummy, Jen. I’m going to have to…” Yvette suddenly paused, as if something was wrong.
‘What?’ Jen asked inside her head, still very worried and scared of the Dungeon Mistress. She looked over at her tickler, trying to decipher what would happen next. ‘What’s she going to have to do?’
Seeing that Jen was clearly focused on her face and not on her hands, Dungeon Mistress Yvette launched a ferocious tickle attack on Jen’s whole midriff. Not a second later, the laughter came pouring out of Jen, “NOHOHOHOHOHO! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAP!”
“Tickle, tickle, tickle, ticklish Jen!” Dungeon Mistress Yvette started up the tickle talk again. “Someone’s got a super ticklish tummy, and I’m going to tick-tick-tickle it!”
“AAAAAAAAAAA!” Jen screamed out in ticklishness as her weak spots were exploited.
‘No!’ Jen was even desperate inside her head. ‘Why is she teasing me? I can’t take this! Make it stop!’
‘Wow!’ Kara had a similar, if more positive, thought process to Jen. ‘It really looks like this is torture to Jen. What’s making this happen? Is it Dungeon Mistress Yvette?’ She dwelt on this thought for a minute before a new reason popped into her head, ‘Maybe it’s the incessant teasing. That always seems to get to ticklees. Maybe I should start using that more often.’
Frankly, Dungeon Mistress Yvette was unconcerned with the thoughts inside Jen or Kara’s heads. She was having too much fun tickling and teasing Jen to really care about the others. “Tickle, tickle, tickle, ticklish little Jen!” she continued to tease her ticklee. “You’re so ticklish that I could just tickle you all day long.” Wanting to torment Jen, who was laughing out of her mind, the Dungeon Mistress leaned in and whispered into her ticklee’s ear, “Think about it, Jen. You, me, these wall chains, all day. Just tickling and tickling and tickling. All on this ticklish tummy of yours. What do you think about that?”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jen’s response had not really changed since a minute or so into her tickling, although Dungeon Mistress Yvette’s tickling skill had reduced her into pure laughter.
‘Please!’ Jen’s thoughts were still more or less coherent. This was aided by the fact that despite it being whispered right into her ear, she had not heard the latest teases from her tickler. ‘Make it stop! It’s too much! Too many tickles.’
“Oh, there can never be too many tickles,” the teasing whispers from Dungeon Mistress Yvette continued, almost as if she was hearing Jen’s thoughts, although none of it got communicated to Jen. As the tickling continued, Yvette brushed over Jen’s navel, eliciting a loud and panicked squeal. Loving the reaction, the Dungeon Mistress poked the button again, getting the same result. Five nails came to tickle in and directly around Jen’s most sensitive spot, causing consistent loud laughter. “Ooh, I think I hit a tickle button. Did I find your tickle button, Jen? Is this the spot that makes you squeal with no end? Is this the special tickle spot on you?”
Finally, after another several seconds, a beep interrupted the tickle session, and Dungeon Mistress Yvette removed her nails from Jen’s tingling torso. When she saw that Jen had recovered enough to pay attention, the Dungeon Mistress leaned in for another taunting tease, “So, Jen, are you ready for more? I loved tickling you, and I think you should stay right there, all day. No freedom for you until prisoner Heather finishes her sentence and orders you out of here. Just tickling this belly and bellybutton of yours.”
‘This can’t be happening,’ Jen thought as her eyes went wide and she looked at the Dungeon Mistress, the terror on her face clearly evident. ‘She said it would only be five minutes; that had to have been hours. No, she can’t do this. She promised a tour, not just tickle torture. I resisted Kara; I shouldn’t have to resist again.’
Seeing the horrified look in Jen’s eyes, Dungeon Mistress Yvette got an evil glint in hers before reaching out, placing her nails on Jen’s bare stomach, and…
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Chapter 7: Palace Night: Dungeon, Part 3
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Chapter 7: Palace Night: Heather’s Dungeon, Part 1
Laughter was still pouring out of Jen’s mouth when Kara asked her if she wanted a break. Thoughts, however, were not pouring into her head, as the tickling had cleared out her mind.
Thirty seconds later, something finally came through, and the first thought Jen had was, ‘Wait, a break? What’s a break?’ And then, she realized, ‘I’m still being tickled, and I’m still laughing.’ Suddenly, Jen started to wonder where she was. The terrible tickle torture had essentially erased Jen’s memories, and the last thing she could remember was all those guards coming in and telling her that she was going to the Royal Tickle Dungeon. All the mind games that Kara had been playing with her were gone from her short-term memory. ‘Well, I’m still being tickled, and my arms are chained over my head, so I must be locked up in the dungeon. It’s the only reasonable explanation. I guess it couldn’t hurt to ask for a break.’
“YEHEHEHEHEHES!” Jen managed to spit out through the laughter. “IHIHIH WAHAHANT AHAHAHA BREHEHEHEHEAK!”
‘Perfect, I’ve got her just where I want her,’ Kara smiled to herself.
“I’ll give you a break,” Kara promised, “if you agree to be locked in a cell while you’re in the dungeon.”
‘Wait, I’m not in the dungeon?’ Jen was alarmed, and then her short-term memories started to return. The guards marching her. The elevator. Kara teasing her. Kara tickling her stomach. And finally, the fact that Kara had been toying with her. Suddenly, more confidence came to Jen, ‘I’m not in the dungeon. I’m still on the elevator. I don’t need to give in yet.’
“NOHOHOHOHOHO!” Jen defied Kara’s expectations by refusing her offer.
Kara was shocked at this, but she refused to yield, “I guess I’ll just have to get back to tickling you, then. Those brushes sure did like you.”
“GOHOHOHO AHEHEHEHED!” Jen encouraged, still feeling the tickling of the flossers and toothbrushes on her tummy.
Realizing that the elevator ride was about to end and Jen would likely figure out everything by then, Kara tried for one last desperate move. She took out the flossers, leaned in, and blew another huge raspberry on Jen’s bellybutton. “You want more of this, Jen?”
“AHAHAHA YEHEHEHEHES!” Jen continued to refuse to yield, partially because she actually enjoyed the raspberry.
‘Time to give up,’ Kara accepted defeat. ‘Guess I’ll be tickled down here, too.’ She was not going to tell Jen yet, but for the few people who actually managed to make it through her tickle torture elevator ride, Kara always allowed a little revenge tickling in the dungeon.
“Alright, Jen, you made it,” Kara announced as the elevator ground to a halt. When the elevator stopped, she removed the two toothbrushes, which were the only tools left on Jen. “I must say that I’ve got new respect for you. You took all the best tickling I had to offer, so you certainly deserve the tour of the Royal Tickle Dungeon.”
‘Oh, right, I’m getting to go on a tour,’ Jen remembered.
“Thank you,” Jen thanked Kara as she unbound one of Jen’s arms and then gave her some water. “Wow, that was really intense.”
“Yeah, most people who I have come down here don’t last like you did,” Kara admitted. “I always try to get them to tell me to tickle their most ticklish spot. Some refuse to do so completely, and I go light on them the entire ride down. Others, like you give me the go ahead to get them really good. Almost all of the latter group end up in cells because they’re willing to do anything to get me to stop tickling them. I’ve tickled prison sentences out of tummies, feet, ribs, armpits, even necks and legs. And just a few minutes after they get locked in the cell, I take them out, tie them up for some mandatory tickling, and get to tickle them for their entire sentence. But you’re one of the few ones who outlasted me. Congratulations.”
“Thanks, I guess,” Jen was still trying to wrap her head around what had happened on the elevator. “So, what now?”
“Well, you wanted to take the tour, which means you will be getting tickled, so we’re going to get you in a bikini,” Kara proclaimed. “Can’t have you hiding any ticklish spots from our machines or ticklers. But don’t worry; our ticklees won’t be able to hide any spots from you when you tickle them.” Jen followed Kara out of the elevator to a large room, where another person, presumably one of the Royal Tickle Dungeon employees, was sitting at a counter. “Hey, Eve, Jen here is going to get tickled, so we need access to the clothing room to get her a bikini.”
“Sure thing, Kara,” the woman at the counter replied. She got up, revealing an outfit similar to Kara’s. Both had on black and white striped crop tops that ended in the middle of their ribs, revealing their bellies, as well as shorts that went down to their knees. However, unlike Jen’s current attire, the dungeon employees’ shirts had sleeves, so their armpits were not free to tickle. Additionally, both of them had socks on, but no shoes. Jen assumed that the Royal Tickle Dungeon made shoes unnecessary, since they would probably want ticklees walking around barefoot.
Eve walked over and unlocked a door on the other side of the room. “Thanks, Eve,” Kara addressed her counterpart as she and Jen went over, squeezing Eve’s side to draw out a squeal when she met the other employee.
“Kara!” Eve half-heartedly whined to her colleague, who had already gotten too far away to retaliate, after the side squeeze. “Why’d you have to do that?”
Kara did not respond as she and Jen went into the room, only offering a devious wink for Eve. Once they were both inside, Kara closed the door and inquired, “Jen, what’s your favorite color? We’ve got all of them.”
‘Wow!’ Jen’s mind was amazed as she looked around the room. All around her, bikinis of various sizes and colors filled the room. ‘She’s not kidding. They really do have everything. They must really want their ticklees to be somewhat comfortable.’
“Umm, light blue,” Jen finally gave her answer after a minute of thought.
“And size?” Kara asked, which Jen quickly provided. The Royal Dungeon Tickler led her ticklee and temporary partner to one of the corners and gave her a light blue bikini to put on.
‘Well, it’s not ideal for protection,’ Jen thought as she looked herself over in the mirror after she had changed. ‘My tummy is still completely exposed, and I just know Kara’s going to tickle me there.’
After these thoughts, Jen turned to Kara and asked, “How do I look?”
“Very ticklish,” Kara answered, making Jen shiver a bit. “Oh, come on, don’t be scared. It’s just some more tickle torture; you’ll do fine. At first, at least.”
‘She’s going to tickle torture me again,’ Jen internally accepted her situation, her mind sighing. ‘Well, might as well get on with it. At least I’ll get to mix in my tickle torture with other people’s tickle torture.’
“What’s next?” Jen wondered in a curious tone.
“Next, we go out, and I’m assuming Dungeon Mistress Yvette will be out there to meet us,” Kara informed her. “She meets most of the new arrivals, and everyone who has earned Queen Mistress Heather’s favor before coming down. She’ll probably join us for part of the tour, since she is in charge of the dungeon, and likes to tickle people that are down here.”
“Alright,” Jen stated, internally a little nervous. “I’m ready.”
When the two headed out of the changing room, they were greeted by the sight of a tall, domineering woman tickling Eve in her chair. Eve’s ribs and belly were getting tickled, despite Eve trying to curl up to protect herself from the tickling. Every time Eve’s arms moved to try and stop the tickle torture, the tickler’s hands went elsewhere, freely continuing their journey around Eve’s body. Suddenly, the woman looked up, noticing Jen and Kara, and addressed them, “Hello, Jen, is it?” Jen nodded shyly, daunted by the woman. “I am Dungeon Mistress Yvette. It’s nice to meet you. I understand that Kara is going to take you on a tour of the Royal Tickle Dungeon, and I am here to begin that. Please follow me.”
‘She’s quite intimidating,’ Jen thought to herself as she reluctantly followed Dungeon Mistress Yvette out into the hall. It was quite clear that Yvette was the Dungeon Mistress; her clothes and demeanor conveyed her authority. Unlike Eve and Kara’s outfits, the Dungeon Mistress’s Outfit was all black, and there were no tickle spots, aside from her neck, left open to tickle. Yvette was around six feet six inches (6’ 6”) tall, much taller than Jen or Kara. When she was introducing herself, she let off a dominatrix vibe, as if she was about to tickle torture anyone who crossed her. She strode confidently through the dungeon hall, undisturbed by the wild laughter penetrating the hallway from the dungeon cells. Although Jen did not get a look at the laughing prisoners, she recognized desperation in the laughter. ‘Wow, this must be pretty hardcore. Well, that, or those people really did something bad to deserve severe tickle torture. Sure sounds like they really want to get out of here. And she is just walking like nothing’s happening. I mean, even Kara seemed a bit fidgety when she was introducing herself. Did I make a mistake in choosing to take a tour of here?’
Before Jen had too much time to consider that final question, the Dungeon Mistress took out a set of keys from her pocket and opened up one of the cell doors. “Inside,” she commanded, and Jen and Kara followed, heads down. Inside, Jen saw a set of wall chains, easily high enough to restrain her on her tippy toes like the ones in the elevator. These ones, however, looked like they would not give her any leeway, so there would be no temporary escape from Yvette as there was from Kara in the elevator. “Kara, bind her to the wall chains.”
“Yes, Mistress Yvette,” Kara complied submissively, leading an apprehensive Jen over to the wall chains. On the way over, she whispered some advice to Jen, “Don’t resist me, or this will be much worse. It’s already going to tickle quite a bit, but Mistress Yvette would tickle you more intensely than she usually does.” Jen followed the order and allowed herself to be chained up to the wall. True to her estimation, the wall chains had no give; she was standing on her bare toes, and there was definitely no room to wiggle away from tickling, either side to side or front to back. “Mistress, what would you like me to do?”
“Nothing further; just wait for me to finish,” Dungeon Mistress Yvette announced before approaching Jen and placing her nails on Jen’s sides, making her flinch. An evil smile crossed the tickler’s face as she looked into Jen’s eyes. “Jen, to start off your tour of the Royal Tickle Dungeon, I’m going to be tickling you for five minutes. Under tickle torture, prisoner Heather revealed that your most sensitive spot is this stomach of yours, so that’s where I’m going to be tickling you. Oh, you should be scared; it’s going to be a bit of tummy tickle torture.”
‘She knows,’ Jen’s thoughts became desperate at the last line from the Dungeon Mistress. It was true that her face was filled with worry; she really was scared of the dominatrix standing in front of her. ‘And she said prisoner Heather. They must be tickle torturing Queen Mistress Heather, and that means that’s what going to happen to me, too.’
The Dungeon Mistress placed a single nail on Jen’s bare side and ran it up and down, causing Jen to shiver. “Ooh, you’re real ticklish here, aren’t you?” she teased her prisoner. “Such a ticklish tummy, Jen. I’m going to have to…” Yvette suddenly paused, as if something was wrong.
‘What?’ Jen asked inside her head, still very worried and scared of the Dungeon Mistress. She looked over at her tickler, trying to decipher what would happen next. ‘What’s she going to have to do?’
Seeing that Jen was clearly focused on her face and not on her hands, Dungeon Mistress Yvette launched a ferocious tickle attack on Jen’s whole midriff. Not a second later, the laughter came pouring out of Jen, “NOHOHOHOHOHO! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAP!”
“Tickle, tickle, tickle, ticklish Jen!” Dungeon Mistress Yvette started up the tickle talk again. “Someone’s got a super ticklish tummy, and I’m going to tick-tick-tickle it!”
“AAAAAAAAAAA!” Jen screamed out in ticklishness as her weak spots were exploited.
‘No!’ Jen was even desperate inside her head. ‘Why is she teasing me? I can’t take this! Make it stop!’
‘Wow!’ Kara had a similar, if more positive, thought process to Jen. ‘It really looks like this is torture to Jen. What’s making this happen? Is it Dungeon Mistress Yvette?’ She dwelt on this thought for a minute before a new reason popped into her head, ‘Maybe it’s the incessant teasing. That always seems to get to ticklees. Maybe I should start using that more often.’
Frankly, Dungeon Mistress Yvette was unconcerned with the thoughts inside Jen or Kara’s heads. She was having too much fun tickling and teasing Jen to really care about the others. “Tickle, tickle, tickle, ticklish little Jen!” she continued to tease her ticklee. “You’re so ticklish that I could just tickle you all day long.” Wanting to torment Jen, who was laughing out of her mind, the Dungeon Mistress leaned in and whispered into her ticklee’s ear, “Think about it, Jen. You, me, these wall chains, all day. Just tickling and tickling and tickling. All on this ticklish tummy of yours. What do you think about that?”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jen’s response had not really changed since a minute or so into her tickling, although Dungeon Mistress Yvette’s tickling skill had reduced her into pure laughter.
‘Please!’ Jen’s thoughts were still more or less coherent. This was aided by the fact that despite it being whispered right into her ear, she had not heard the latest teases from her tickler. ‘Make it stop! It’s too much! Too many tickles.’
“Oh, there can never be too many tickles,” the teasing whispers from Dungeon Mistress Yvette continued, almost as if she was hearing Jen’s thoughts, although none of it got communicated to Jen. As the tickling continued, Yvette brushed over Jen’s navel, eliciting a loud and panicked squeal. Loving the reaction, the Dungeon Mistress poked the button again, getting the same result. Five nails came to tickle in and directly around Jen’s most sensitive spot, causing consistent loud laughter. “Ooh, I think I hit a tickle button. Did I find your tickle button, Jen? Is this the spot that makes you squeal with no end? Is this the special tickle spot on you?”
Finally, after another several seconds, a beep interrupted the tickle session, and Dungeon Mistress Yvette removed her nails from Jen’s tingling torso. When she saw that Jen had recovered enough to pay attention, the Dungeon Mistress leaned in for another taunting tease, “So, Jen, are you ready for more? I loved tickling you, and I think you should stay right there, all day. No freedom for you until prisoner Heather finishes her sentence and orders you out of here. Just tickling this belly and bellybutton of yours.”
‘This can’t be happening,’ Jen thought as her eyes went wide and she looked at the Dungeon Mistress, the terror on her face clearly evident. ‘She said it would only be five minutes; that had to have been hours. No, she can’t do this. She promised a tour, not just tickle torture. I resisted Kara; I shouldn’t have to resist again.’
Seeing the horrified look in Jen’s eyes, Dungeon Mistress Yvette got an evil glint in hers before reaching out, placing her nails on Jen’s bare stomach, and…
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Chapter 7: Palace Night: Dungeon, Part 3
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