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Here is the fourth and final part of a Christmas-themed story that I have written this year. It is a spinoff of my Tickle Cartel series.
At the beginning of this story, it is a bit more sadistic than most of my stories. However, nothing aside from tickling is used for torture.
I hope you enjoy the story! Please let me know what you think, and thank you for reading!
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Wendy was riding back from a concert, listening to Christmas music in the passenger seat, when her phone began to ring. “Sorry, everyone; I’m getting a call,” she told her three accompanying servants before turning off the music and answering.
The loud laughter went straight into the Tickle Mistress’ ears. “Woah, hello? Jen?” she recoiled slightly at the sound.
“WEHEHENDEHEHE!” Jen screamed out her mentor’s name. “HEHEHEHELP!”
“Jen, what’s going on?” Wendy raised her voice to be heard over the laughter. “Why are you laughing like that?”
“TIHIHICKLEHEHES!” Jen gave a laughter-filled explanation. “PLEHEHEASE!”
“Jen, I can’t just come and help you every time you’re being tickled,” Wendy sighed. She had no clue how Jen had gotten ahold of her phone and managed to call her, or even why Jen was protesting a tickling, but she was not really in the mood to deal with it. “How are you even calling me?”
Back in the apartment, Jen was only half-paying attention to the call; the majority of her focus was on how Maddie fared with the intense tickle torture. “NOHOHOHO NOHOHO NOHOHOHO MAHAHADS!” she screamed out as her best friend’s laughs began to lower in volume. Tears streamed down her cheeks at the horror of knowing Maddie was about to pass out.
In her car, Wendy heard the desperate laughter and assumed that Maddie was tickling Jen. It still did not make sense why Jen was calling Wendy; she almost always liked when Maddie got her. In any case, the Tickle Mistress figured that she needed the other woman on the phone, to find out exactly what was going on. “Jen! Jen! Put Maddie on the phone!”
“NOHOHOHO NOHOHOHOHOHO!” Jen’s pleas came through the phone loud and hysterical. “MAHAHADS! MAHAHADS! PLEHEHEASE STAHAHAP! NOHOHOHOHO!”
“Sorry, Jen, but you’re going to have to talk this out with Maddie,” Wendy declared. “I’ll talk to you sometime when you’re not… screaming. Goodbye.” She hung up the phone, shaking her head at the weirdness of the situation.
“WAHAHAIT WEHEHENDEHEHE!” Jen yelled at her cellphone. When there was no reply, she turned her head for a second, only to find out that the call had been ended. “NOHOHOHO!”
As she turned her head back, Maddie’s laughter, which had steadily weakened, silenced entirely. Jen went into a fury, yanking against the chains on her ankles with all her strength in an attempt to check on her best friend. However, the Cootchie Carols had done a good job with the bondage, and she remained secured to the couch. She inched her upper body over close to where Maddie was, but her head never even reached the coffee table. Horrified and unable to even see her best friend’s face, Jen inched her way back to the phone. She had to get Wendy to the apartment, whatever it took.
Luckily, her phone was still lit up and on Wendy’s contact information when she reached it. She slammed the call button and put it on speaker, desperately hoping she would not be hung up on again.
Wendy sighed as her phone rang again; Jen was calling her back. As she expected, hysterical laughter greeted her when she answered. “Hello, Jen, what is it?” she tiredly asked.
The only thing that Wendy heard for the next minute was the laughter-filled word, “Help!”, repeated over and over again.
“What is going on, Jen?” the Tickle Mistress demanded, only to be met with the same word. Realizing that Jen was not going to stop, she announced, “Okay, okay, I’ll help. Are you in your apartment?”
“YEHEHEHES HEHEHEHELP HEHELP!” Jen answered the question and then reiterated her plea.
“Okay, I’ll come there,” Wendy declared before ordering Layla to change directions. “I’ll be there as soon as possible. Hold on; I’m coming to help.” Jen continued to yell the word, so Wendy eventually hung up after one last, “I’m on my way. I’ll see you soon.”
Back in the apartment, Jen was relieved to hear that the Tickle Mistress was coming. With a guaranteed way out of her and Maddie’s predicament, the tortured Dungeon Tickler decided that she should try and call the Jolly Jesters. Her head twisted back and forth as she got out of her contacts app on the phone and brought up the regular phone app. As fast as she could while turning her head back and forth, she dialed 911 and then hit the call button.
“911, what’s your emergency?” the answer was nearly instant.
“IHIHIM BEHEHEING TOHOHORTUHURED!” Jen said through her laughter. “AHAHAND MYHY FRIEND PAHAHASSED OHOHOHOUT FROHOHOM IHIHIT!”
“Your friend passed out?” the voice on the other end requested confirmation for the more serious of the statements.
“YEHEHES SHEHEHE DIHIHIHID!” Jen confirmed quickly.
“Okay, I’m going to send an ambulance your way,” the voice declared. “It looks like you’re at…” The voice proceeded to list the proper address of the apartment, which Jen affirmed. “They’re on their way. It looks like there’s a Jolly Jester station near you, so I’m also dispatching them to help you. Can you see your friend? How she looks?”
“SHEHE’S NOHOHOT MOHOHOVING!” Jen provided her limited information. “HEHER BAHAHACK IHIHIS FAHAHACIHIHING MEHEHE! IHIHI CAHAHAN’T SEHEHEE MUCH!”
“Okay, I’ll pass it along to the EMTs, and they’ll be there soon,” the operator dictated. “The Jolly Jesters are almost there, too, and they’ll help you. Can you describe what happened for me while they get there?”
“AHAHA GROHOHOUP AHAHA NOHOHO!” Jen arched her back slightly, and the toothbrushes hit more effectively. “THEHEHEY CAHAHALLED THEHEMSEHELVES COHOHOOTCHIEHEHE CAHAHAHA!”
“Cootchie Carols?” the operator’s voice pitched up after the tickling got to Jen again.
“YEHEHEHES!” The single-word response was much easier for Jen to say.
“Okay, I’ve got it,” the voice proclaimed. “We’ll get you free really soon. The Jolly Jesters have parked. You should see them in less than a minute.”
Sure enough, pretty soon, there was a knock on the door. “Jolly Jesters! Coming in!” A quick warning preceded the door being opened, and two policewomen rushed in. Without even asking Jen, they picked up the remotes and turned the four toothbrushes off. One officer headed to each prisoner and began to undo the bondage on them. “Dispatch, female number one is unconscious, approximately late twenties…” The Jolly Jester by Maddie used a shoulder radio to convey her condition to their headquarters.
“What’s your name, young lady?” the other officer asked as she undid the ropes holding Jen to the couch.
“Jen,” Jen was sobbing as she gave her name.
“I’m going to get you out of this, and your friend’s going to be alright,” the policewoman declared as she cut the ropes over Jen’s wrists and ankles. “Here, sit up.” As the Jolly Jester was attempting to comfort Jen and get her up, two medical personnel entered the room, carrying a stretcher, and went straight for Maddie.
“Heartbeat’s a little high, and dehydrated,” one of the EMTs immediately identified Maddie’s condition. After a quick examination, the emergency workers moved the unconscious victim to the stretcher and informed the dispatch that they were taking her to the hospital.
“Is she going to be alright?” Jen weakly wondered.
“Yes, she’ll be perfectly fine; they just need to get her rehydrated and monitor her,” the Jolly Jester that had attended to Maddie declared, putting a comforting hand on Jen’s shoulder. “We’ll take you there as soon as we can.”
“Stay with her; I’m going to grab some water,” Jen’s original rescuer announced. “She got at least a little dehydrated, too, but it’s not as bad as her roommate.” After a glass of water, Jen was feeling better, and when EMTs came to check on her, she did not need to go to the hospital. She answered questions about the Cootchie Carols while she waited for Tickle Mistress Wendy to show up.
Twenty minutes after she received the second call from Jen, Wendy finally arrived at Sixteen Swirls, only to find it overrun by police cars and ambulances. Due to police tape being all around except for a select few places, she directed Layla to park on the other side of the street. She left her servants behind to approach the apartment complex and find someone to talk to. “What’s going on?” she questioned one of the officers standing near the tape.
“There was a Cootchie Carols attack at the apartment complex,” the officer responded.
Wendy gasped and covered her mouth. “I got a call from Jen, who lives in Apartment Q16,” she told the officer. “She begged me to come here for some reason, and now I know why. Are she and Maddie, her roommate, alright?”
“We have not found anyone who was seriously injured,” the Jolly Jester denied the worst outcome. “But they may be among the victims who were taken to the hospital for minor injuries. I’m afraid you’ll have to wait a little bit to find out, though. Our people are still going through apartments and checking for more victims. In the meantime, can you tell me about the call you got?”
“Sure,” Wendy nodded, and she gave the Jolly Jester the details of the two calls she had received from Jen. Afterwards, the officer thanked her, but refused to let her go to the apartment. Still kicking herself for not coming at the first call, the Tickle Mistress made her way near Jen and Maddie’s apartment, staying outside the tape, and watched for one of the two Dungeon Ticklers. Her servants joined her before long, and she explained the situation to them.
“Mistress! Mistress! Jen!” Layla excitedly proclaimed while Wendy was explaining the recent Cootchie Carol attacks to Ava and Izzy.
The Tickle Mistress looked towards the apartment, and she saw Jen getting escorted out by two Jolly Jesters. “Jen! Jen!” she called out.
Jen had answered several questions inside the apartment before requesting to go see Maddie. Although they were unsure if Maddie could have visitors yet, the officers agreed to take her to the hospital and finish up their questions there. The three had scarcely got a step outside before she heard her name being frantically called. She squinted to adjust to the blue, red, and white lights, and she saw the Tickle Mistress standing outside the parking lot. “Wendy!” she called back, a joyful smile appearing on her face.
“Do you know her?” one of the Jolly Jesters inquired.
“Yes, she was the person I called first to make sure someone knew,” Jen explained.
“If you want, we can take her with us, too, but not the others by her,” the Jolly Jester declared, and Jen approved immediately. “I’ll go tell her. Najimi, I’ll meet you at Exit Point B with this other woman.”
Wendy saw one officer jog towards her, while the other took Jen to a police car. “Hello, you are Wendy, correct?” the policewoman questioned when she got to the Tickle Mistress and her three tickle slaves.
“Yes, that’s me,” Wendy confirmed.
The officer gave her name before stating, “Jen wanted you to come with us to the hospital. Maddie is there. She’s not in any terrible danger, but she was passed out and dehydrated when we found her. I’m sure she’s already doing better, but Jen wanted to go there while we finish getting her statement. You’re welcome to come with us, but I’m afraid we don’t have room for the other three.”
“I’ll come,” Wendy agreed, and she dismissed her three servants. The Jolly Jester and Tickle Mistress made their way to the police car with Jen in it, and Wendy sat in the back with Jen. She provided additional comfort on the ride over, and even more when Jen finished up her story at the hospital.
Shortly after making sure Jen was alright, the Jolly Jesters left them, but not before a counselor arrived for the victim. Jen restarted the story for Wendy and the counselor, and the Tickle Mistress apologized for not coming after the first call. Eventually, the two were able to go visit Maddie, who was tired but otherwise looked relatively good. The doctor there opted to keep Maddie overnight to monitor her, and the patient also told the counselor and Wendy what happened. After this, Jen and Wendy decided to stay for the night, and the counselor remained in case they wanted to talk more about their ordeal. A Jolly Jester showed up a little bit later to interview Maddie, and she promised that the police would keep them informed on the progress of catching the Cootchie Carols. Feeling safer since Wendy was there, Jen and Maddie both went to sleep relatively easily. It would take a while, but Jen knew they would both overcome this night of tickle torment. In the meantime, they could silently agree to not invite strangers to sing tickling-focused carols at their apartment.
At the beginning of this story, it is a bit more sadistic than most of my stories. However, nothing aside from tickling is used for torture.
I hope you enjoy the story! Please let me know what you think, and thank you for reading!
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Wendy was riding back from a concert, listening to Christmas music in the passenger seat, when her phone began to ring. “Sorry, everyone; I’m getting a call,” she told her three accompanying servants before turning off the music and answering.
The loud laughter went straight into the Tickle Mistress’ ears. “Woah, hello? Jen?” she recoiled slightly at the sound.
“WEHEHENDEHEHE!” Jen screamed out her mentor’s name. “HEHEHEHELP!”
“Jen, what’s going on?” Wendy raised her voice to be heard over the laughter. “Why are you laughing like that?”
“TIHIHICKLEHEHES!” Jen gave a laughter-filled explanation. “PLEHEHEASE!”
“Jen, I can’t just come and help you every time you’re being tickled,” Wendy sighed. She had no clue how Jen had gotten ahold of her phone and managed to call her, or even why Jen was protesting a tickling, but she was not really in the mood to deal with it. “How are you even calling me?”
Back in the apartment, Jen was only half-paying attention to the call; the majority of her focus was on how Maddie fared with the intense tickle torture. “NOHOHOHO NOHOHO NOHOHOHO MAHAHADS!” she screamed out as her best friend’s laughs began to lower in volume. Tears streamed down her cheeks at the horror of knowing Maddie was about to pass out.
In her car, Wendy heard the desperate laughter and assumed that Maddie was tickling Jen. It still did not make sense why Jen was calling Wendy; she almost always liked when Maddie got her. In any case, the Tickle Mistress figured that she needed the other woman on the phone, to find out exactly what was going on. “Jen! Jen! Put Maddie on the phone!”
“NOHOHOHO NOHOHOHOHOHO!” Jen’s pleas came through the phone loud and hysterical. “MAHAHADS! MAHAHADS! PLEHEHEASE STAHAHAP! NOHOHOHOHO!”
“Sorry, Jen, but you’re going to have to talk this out with Maddie,” Wendy declared. “I’ll talk to you sometime when you’re not… screaming. Goodbye.” She hung up the phone, shaking her head at the weirdness of the situation.
“WAHAHAIT WEHEHENDEHEHE!” Jen yelled at her cellphone. When there was no reply, she turned her head for a second, only to find out that the call had been ended. “NOHOHOHO!”
As she turned her head back, Maddie’s laughter, which had steadily weakened, silenced entirely. Jen went into a fury, yanking against the chains on her ankles with all her strength in an attempt to check on her best friend. However, the Cootchie Carols had done a good job with the bondage, and she remained secured to the couch. She inched her upper body over close to where Maddie was, but her head never even reached the coffee table. Horrified and unable to even see her best friend’s face, Jen inched her way back to the phone. She had to get Wendy to the apartment, whatever it took.
Luckily, her phone was still lit up and on Wendy’s contact information when she reached it. She slammed the call button and put it on speaker, desperately hoping she would not be hung up on again.
Wendy sighed as her phone rang again; Jen was calling her back. As she expected, hysterical laughter greeted her when she answered. “Hello, Jen, what is it?” she tiredly asked.
The only thing that Wendy heard for the next minute was the laughter-filled word, “Help!”, repeated over and over again.
“What is going on, Jen?” the Tickle Mistress demanded, only to be met with the same word. Realizing that Jen was not going to stop, she announced, “Okay, okay, I’ll help. Are you in your apartment?”
“YEHEHEHES HEHEHEHELP HEHELP!” Jen answered the question and then reiterated her plea.
“Okay, I’ll come there,” Wendy declared before ordering Layla to change directions. “I’ll be there as soon as possible. Hold on; I’m coming to help.” Jen continued to yell the word, so Wendy eventually hung up after one last, “I’m on my way. I’ll see you soon.”
Back in the apartment, Jen was relieved to hear that the Tickle Mistress was coming. With a guaranteed way out of her and Maddie’s predicament, the tortured Dungeon Tickler decided that she should try and call the Jolly Jesters. Her head twisted back and forth as she got out of her contacts app on the phone and brought up the regular phone app. As fast as she could while turning her head back and forth, she dialed 911 and then hit the call button.
“911, what’s your emergency?” the answer was nearly instant.
“IHIHIM BEHEHEING TOHOHORTUHURED!” Jen said through her laughter. “AHAHAND MYHY FRIEND PAHAHASSED OHOHOHOUT FROHOHOM IHIHIT!”
“Your friend passed out?” the voice on the other end requested confirmation for the more serious of the statements.
“YEHEHES SHEHEHE DIHIHIHID!” Jen confirmed quickly.
“Okay, I’m going to send an ambulance your way,” the voice declared. “It looks like you’re at…” The voice proceeded to list the proper address of the apartment, which Jen affirmed. “They’re on their way. It looks like there’s a Jolly Jester station near you, so I’m also dispatching them to help you. Can you see your friend? How she looks?”
“SHEHE’S NOHOHOT MOHOHOVING!” Jen provided her limited information. “HEHER BAHAHACK IHIHIS FAHAHACIHIHING MEHEHE! IHIHI CAHAHAN’T SEHEHEE MUCH!”
“Okay, I’ll pass it along to the EMTs, and they’ll be there soon,” the operator dictated. “The Jolly Jesters are almost there, too, and they’ll help you. Can you describe what happened for me while they get there?”
“AHAHA GROHOHOUP AHAHA NOHOHO!” Jen arched her back slightly, and the toothbrushes hit more effectively. “THEHEHEY CAHAHALLED THEHEMSEHELVES COHOHOOTCHIEHEHE CAHAHAHA!”
“Cootchie Carols?” the operator’s voice pitched up after the tickling got to Jen again.
“YEHEHEHES!” The single-word response was much easier for Jen to say.
“Okay, I’ve got it,” the voice proclaimed. “We’ll get you free really soon. The Jolly Jesters have parked. You should see them in less than a minute.”
Sure enough, pretty soon, there was a knock on the door. “Jolly Jesters! Coming in!” A quick warning preceded the door being opened, and two policewomen rushed in. Without even asking Jen, they picked up the remotes and turned the four toothbrushes off. One officer headed to each prisoner and began to undo the bondage on them. “Dispatch, female number one is unconscious, approximately late twenties…” The Jolly Jester by Maddie used a shoulder radio to convey her condition to their headquarters.
“What’s your name, young lady?” the other officer asked as she undid the ropes holding Jen to the couch.
“Jen,” Jen was sobbing as she gave her name.
“I’m going to get you out of this, and your friend’s going to be alright,” the policewoman declared as she cut the ropes over Jen’s wrists and ankles. “Here, sit up.” As the Jolly Jester was attempting to comfort Jen and get her up, two medical personnel entered the room, carrying a stretcher, and went straight for Maddie.
“Heartbeat’s a little high, and dehydrated,” one of the EMTs immediately identified Maddie’s condition. After a quick examination, the emergency workers moved the unconscious victim to the stretcher and informed the dispatch that they were taking her to the hospital.
“Is she going to be alright?” Jen weakly wondered.
“Yes, she’ll be perfectly fine; they just need to get her rehydrated and monitor her,” the Jolly Jester that had attended to Maddie declared, putting a comforting hand on Jen’s shoulder. “We’ll take you there as soon as we can.”
“Stay with her; I’m going to grab some water,” Jen’s original rescuer announced. “She got at least a little dehydrated, too, but it’s not as bad as her roommate.” After a glass of water, Jen was feeling better, and when EMTs came to check on her, she did not need to go to the hospital. She answered questions about the Cootchie Carols while she waited for Tickle Mistress Wendy to show up.
Twenty minutes after she received the second call from Jen, Wendy finally arrived at Sixteen Swirls, only to find it overrun by police cars and ambulances. Due to police tape being all around except for a select few places, she directed Layla to park on the other side of the street. She left her servants behind to approach the apartment complex and find someone to talk to. “What’s going on?” she questioned one of the officers standing near the tape.
“There was a Cootchie Carols attack at the apartment complex,” the officer responded.
Wendy gasped and covered her mouth. “I got a call from Jen, who lives in Apartment Q16,” she told the officer. “She begged me to come here for some reason, and now I know why. Are she and Maddie, her roommate, alright?”
“We have not found anyone who was seriously injured,” the Jolly Jester denied the worst outcome. “But they may be among the victims who were taken to the hospital for minor injuries. I’m afraid you’ll have to wait a little bit to find out, though. Our people are still going through apartments and checking for more victims. In the meantime, can you tell me about the call you got?”
“Sure,” Wendy nodded, and she gave the Jolly Jester the details of the two calls she had received from Jen. Afterwards, the officer thanked her, but refused to let her go to the apartment. Still kicking herself for not coming at the first call, the Tickle Mistress made her way near Jen and Maddie’s apartment, staying outside the tape, and watched for one of the two Dungeon Ticklers. Her servants joined her before long, and she explained the situation to them.
“Mistress! Mistress! Jen!” Layla excitedly proclaimed while Wendy was explaining the recent Cootchie Carol attacks to Ava and Izzy.
The Tickle Mistress looked towards the apartment, and she saw Jen getting escorted out by two Jolly Jesters. “Jen! Jen!” she called out.
Jen had answered several questions inside the apartment before requesting to go see Maddie. Although they were unsure if Maddie could have visitors yet, the officers agreed to take her to the hospital and finish up their questions there. The three had scarcely got a step outside before she heard her name being frantically called. She squinted to adjust to the blue, red, and white lights, and she saw the Tickle Mistress standing outside the parking lot. “Wendy!” she called back, a joyful smile appearing on her face.
“Do you know her?” one of the Jolly Jesters inquired.
“Yes, she was the person I called first to make sure someone knew,” Jen explained.
“If you want, we can take her with us, too, but not the others by her,” the Jolly Jester declared, and Jen approved immediately. “I’ll go tell her. Najimi, I’ll meet you at Exit Point B with this other woman.”
Wendy saw one officer jog towards her, while the other took Jen to a police car. “Hello, you are Wendy, correct?” the policewoman questioned when she got to the Tickle Mistress and her three tickle slaves.
“Yes, that’s me,” Wendy confirmed.
The officer gave her name before stating, “Jen wanted you to come with us to the hospital. Maddie is there. She’s not in any terrible danger, but she was passed out and dehydrated when we found her. I’m sure she’s already doing better, but Jen wanted to go there while we finish getting her statement. You’re welcome to come with us, but I’m afraid we don’t have room for the other three.”
“I’ll come,” Wendy agreed, and she dismissed her three servants. The Jolly Jester and Tickle Mistress made their way to the police car with Jen in it, and Wendy sat in the back with Jen. She provided additional comfort on the ride over, and even more when Jen finished up her story at the hospital.
Shortly after making sure Jen was alright, the Jolly Jesters left them, but not before a counselor arrived for the victim. Jen restarted the story for Wendy and the counselor, and the Tickle Mistress apologized for not coming after the first call. Eventually, the two were able to go visit Maddie, who was tired but otherwise looked relatively good. The doctor there opted to keep Maddie overnight to monitor her, and the patient also told the counselor and Wendy what happened. After this, Jen and Wendy decided to stay for the night, and the counselor remained in case they wanted to talk more about their ordeal. A Jolly Jester showed up a little bit later to interview Maddie, and she promised that the police would keep them informed on the progress of catching the Cootchie Carols. Feeling safer since Wendy was there, Jen and Maddie both went to sleep relatively easily. It would take a while, but Jen knew they would both overcome this night of tickle torment. In the meantime, they could silently agree to not invite strangers to sing tickling-focused carols at their apartment.
