Climbing the steps you grab the edge as the ship jerks and stops suddenly. Sprinting to the top you see the Captain obviously upset and yelling. "Are you serious helmsman! We've entered tickle-Havana a dozen times! You now there is a reef here!" He turns and sees you. "Ah, I was expecting you would be tickling your goregous slave for some time." He said smirking.
"Oh I intend to." You replu thinking about your sexy puerto rican friend. You cant wait to tickle her brown skin somemore and make her squirm. "But I do want ask more Answers first."
"Shoot boy." The Captain says smiling.
"Well first I suppose I should make sure the ship isn't sinking?" You said raising an eyebrow. The captain snorts and chuckles.
"No we're not sinking. Our great helmsman got careless and hit a reef before we could enter port. Well be stuck here for a few hours until its repaired."
"Okay." You reply. "I suppose I should ask where exactly are we? You mentioned something about a 'weird state of dreaming' earlier."
"Indeed. You are asleep boy. You and your tickle slave, as am I and everyone else here. For now on this is where youll come when you sleep. And when you sleep here youll go back to the real world. It is interesting how it works. Are we both asleep at the same time? Or is this dimension playing with time as well as location?"
"So its like a second world to live in when we sleep?" You reply.
"Indeed. In the real world I'm a dentist. Here I'm a Pirate Captain." He says shaking his head and smirking a bit.
"And a slaver." You reply.
"Boy everyone in this dreamland is for the most part. Its not us being cruel to each other. People here are obsessed with tickling. It use to be mostly men that had the ships and most of the women who came through like your friend were young girls in bikinis. So over time most of the women were captured and sold into tickle slavery. I didn't see you complain when we brought your friend out for you to have."
"No." You reply. "Though I was surprised by the lack of ropes below. And impressed by the technology. Johnny was enthusastic about it."
"Yes he can get on a bit of a tangent when it comes to that sort of stuff." The Captain replied. "We've been at sea for a while. Got some gold. So all the rope is currently being used for actual sailing. Ill get you some more in port if your prefer more traditional bondage. But yes the technology is mixed here. We live in wooden houses that look old, yet our candles work like electricity, you flip a switch. We don't have ac, but we have fans that turn as if powered by magic. And yes we have magnetic cuffs."
"So is this world just a duplicate?" You ask.
"From what we can tell. We're in the Carribean obviously. I stay down here. I hear tales of a far off Europe and the Americas are here. But everything is in a 1700s style set up. Oh and the countries are all multiethnic. Heck the countries sure aren't duplicates."
"Such as?"
"Well." The Captain replied. "We put 'tickle' in front of the city we go to in order to keep track of the real world and this one. I am offically a member of the Ocean Tigers Confederation. Its developed into a country, if still a loose one. After being formed by a group of colleges students who ended up here on spring break some fifty years ago."
"Interesting." You reply looking out at the coastline.
"The capital is tickle-Kingston. So we control Jamaica and some other islands. That city there is tickle-Havana. That I guess matches up with the real world a bit better. Mostly hispanic since a lot of people from latin america spawned there. They're the Latin Unidos, I think. They control what in our world is Cuba, Hispanola, Puerto Rico and Florida. Your friend- or should I say slave, would fit right in. Whenever someone wants a pretty senorita for a slave they just come to their capital of tickle-Havana."
"Nice." You say blushing.
"Yes. Of course there is also the Maurading Federation. Those guys are obssed with the tickleslave trade, economy runs on it. They rule parts of the mainland. Then there are the Mercs. Literally they're just a bunch of mercinaries, or privateers that control what we would call Tampa and New Orleans. Bid for their service and they'll serve. Then they'll go back to their safe haven. There are many others but I can tell you about those later."
"I see." You say looking around. "Another question. What is with the respawing?" You ask.
"No one dies here." The Captain replies. "If you get killed, or your ship explodes youll appear somewhere on land with the worse hangover of your life. Then you have to find a way back. Most crews have a rally point. For us its an inn north of tickle-Kingston. Its quiet the hassle, and you have to pay and build a new ship. So we try to avoid it."
"So people don't die, but are people born, can a woman become pregnant here?" You ask again.
"Why are you thinking about pumping a junior into your friend?" The captain asks smirking. You blush at this comment.
"Uh- no of course not- I mean. Me and Jenna are kind of dating. But we're not there yet."
"Oh I understand." The Captain replied. "No I don't believe women can become pregant here. In fact one tickle slave, this firey Indian girl. Told me that she was seven montsh pregant in the real world. Didn't show at all here."
"Interesting." You reply. Suddenly a voice rang out.
"Captain well be ready in about an hour."
"Good." The Captain replied to one of his crew members. "I want to be ready to go into port the second after repairs are made." He turned and looked at you. "Glad to have you aboard kid. But now I need to go check on some things."
"Okay captain." You say. You then go back downstairs. You and Jena smirk at eachother.
"Master." She says slyly as you sit down to your scatily clad friend.
"Slave." You reply squeezing her sides. She burst into giggle.
"Hehe-ha-thahaha-tickles."
"Are you compalining slave! Do I need to gag you."
"Hahaha-mayahahbe." She replies smirking as you push her down onto the bed. "But first can I ask some questions?" She asks as you let up for a moment as you straddled her thighs.
"Sure. But for every question you ask I shall tickle you for a minuet."
"Okay master." she replies grinning.
"And since you just ask one." You start to savagely attack her swarthy and silky soft belly.
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