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Here is part 4 of Chapter 11 of Dawn's Story. I hope you enjoy it! Please let me know what you think, and thank you for reading!
Chapter Beginnings
Chapter 1: Perilous Paradise
Chapter 2: The Evil Box
Chapter 3: On the Run
Chapter 4: A New Paradise
Chapter 5: Tummy Testing
Chapter 6: Hidden Citizen
Chapter 7: Tummy Training
Chapter 8: Sessions and Reflections
Chapter 9: Full Citizen
Chapter 10: The Mistress
Chapter 11: Royals and Revelations
Chapter 12: The Rarest Reunion
Chapter 13: Novice Mistress
Chapter 14: Taking Control
Chapter 15: Mistress Dawn
Previous Chapter
Chapter 11: Royals and Revelations, Part 3
A whole minute after Diana was removed from the throne room, Dawn continued to shiver in her chair. Diana’s outburst had essentially been her worst fears coming true. If Queen Mistress Heather had her former tormentor as a tickle slave, she was almost guaranteed to remember Dawn. She may not have shown any recognition during Diana’s rants, but now that the instigator was gone, there was no need for her to hold back.
“Dawn, are you okay?” Maddie whispered, putting her arm around Dawn in a comforting gesture.
“Dawn,” Queen Mistress Heather spoke up before Dawn had a chance to respond, “I would like to apologize for Diana’s abhorrent behavior. That was completely unacceptable, and I am sorry that I did not stop it sooner.”
“I- It’s okay,” Dawn hesitantly accepted the apology, knowing that the host had done everything she could.
“She will not return anytime soon, and she will be punished more than suitably for her outburst,” the royal added, and Dawn simply nodded. After apologizing, Heather sighed and curled her lips, as if she was considering saying something else on the topic. She stayed like this for several seconds, with the added benefit that the room calmed down again.
When the Queen Mistress looked over to the group of guests, her attention again focused on Dawn. She spoke cautiously, “Dawn, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Diana that angry. Do you know why she went off on you like that?”
‘Does she really not remember me?’ Dawn wondered. ‘It would make sense that Diana would know, even if Queen Mistress Heather doesn’t. I’m sure being the reason Diana was enslaved was more memorable than even the video Tickle Mistress Wendy mentioned. But if she doesn’t know me, I definitely can’t mention my tickle slavery. It’s too horrible, and there’s so many people here. I’ll be dogpiled in seconds, just like right before Wendy tickle tortured me. There’s no way that the Queen Mistress can save me from slavery, not with so many witnesses. On the other hand, can I really keep this from her? She’s the Tickle Cartel’s ruler, and I’m sure she can throw me in the dungeon to be tortured if I don’t answer. I can’t tell them the truth, though, so what can I say? Can I even do anything to get the question off my back?’
Frozen by indecision, Dawn stayed silent for a while before a snobbish voice proclaimed, “The Queen M-”
“Silence!” Heather snapped. Apparently, the forced silence had not been enough to calm her down after Diana’s earlier actions. She then addressed Dawn in a calm tone, “Dawn, would you prefer to answer with the others out of the room?”
“Y- Y- Yes,” Dawn was not entirely sure that this was the right move, but at least her capture would be quicker and less public if she just confessed to the Queen Mistress than with a crowd around.
“You heard her; get out,” the royal dismissed all the other members of her court. “I’ll call you back if I decide that I want you here.” The other noble-looking people and their tickle slaves began leaving the room immediately. Within a couple of minutes, only guards, the Queen Mistress’ personal tickle slaves, Jen, Maddie, Dawn, and the Queen Mistress herself remained in the room. “All of you need to leave, too, everyone except Jen, Maddie, Dawn, and myself.”
“Queen Mistress, if I may speak?” the guard closest to the royal stated. Allowed to by a gesture, she continued, “I would be abandoning my duty if I left you with no guards in the throne room, no matter how trustworthy your guests are.”
“Very well, Whitney; you and Trish can stay, but please stand a bit away from me,” Heather allowed. “I want Dawn to feel free to speak.” With that, all the guards and servants, besides the two exceptions, left the room. “Dawn, do you know why Diana went off on you?”
“I… I knew her at one point,” Dawn hesitantly said.
“How did you know her?” the Queen Mistress probed. “Did you do something to her, or vice versa? Like I said, she’s never been that angry.”
Dawn stole a glance at Jen and Maddie. They still had no clue that she had escaped tickle slavery, although Jen seemed to have shifted in her chair from sometime before all the exits. “Queen Mistress, I’m not sure I’m comfortable… I thought we’d be alone, and I know your guards need to be here, but…”
“I think I’ve figured out why Diana did what she did,” Heather implied her knowledge of Dawn’s tickle slavery, “but I believe it would be deeply offensive to you if I’m not correct. If what I’m thinking is true, and Jen and Maddie don’t know already, they should hear it from you. It’ll be better to get it off your chest now than to keep waiting.”
Admittedly, the secret had been a burden; Dawn had burned to tell Jen and Maddie ever since she confessed to Wendy. However, in their two years in the Tickle Cartel, the two had never shown any sign that they had anything but the highest regard for tickle slavery. She feared that telling them about her defiance of the slavers would lead to one or both of them deciding not to be friends anymore. Or even worse, Jen or Maddie could try to get Wendy to put her back in tickle slavery, as punishment for her escape. Not that Wendy would comply, but that could also lead to them ending their friendship. There was always the chance that they would sympathize with her, but Dawn had no reason to risk the friendship before.
Of course, now Dawn had no choice. Queen Mistress Heather and her guards could control Jen and Maddie if she chose to; otherwise, confessing this in the throne room meant that Dawn was as good as enslaved already.
With a big gulp, Dawn gave in and announced, “Diana took me to the Tickle Cartel as a tickle slave. When we got there, I escaped. I think that my escape was responsible for Diana being a tickle slave now.” Jen and Maddie both gasped at the revelation, although the gasps sounded slightly exaggerated and fake.
Out of the corner of her eye, Dawn saw the guards move in to take her down, but the Queen Mistress held up a hand, and they stopped in their tracks. “That was what I was thinking, and you are correct in your assumption,” the royal dictated. “Your escape forced Diana and Ziva into tickle slavery. I’m afraid Diana has not forgiven you for it.” Surprisingly, Heather then stood up and walked over to Dawn, taking her hands. “I didn’t remember your face until well after Diana had gone off the rails, but by the time she got escorted out, I was pretty sure of who you were. I’m so glad that you’re okay. You had to endure a ton coming to the Tickle Cartel, and I don’t know if I can express the proper amount of sorrow.” This got definitively real gasps from Jen and Maddie. “Things have changed with the Transporters since you came here, and I think you should probably tell them what all happened to you.”
Dawn proceeded to tell her story of slavery, matching the details she had given Wendy as best as possible. Once again, she emitted everything after she left the ship. By the time she was finished, Jen and Maddie both had the same horrified looks in their eyes as the Tickle Mistress had in the first revelation. Heather’s reaction was of the same vein, albeit somewhat subdued, presumably because she had seen the video of Dawn’s Stomach Slaver torture.
“What happened after you got off the ship?” the Queen Mistress pointedly asked. “You had to be hiding somewhere for at least a few days; otherwise, the Jolly Jesters would have caught you and returned you to the Training Academy. Did you find Tummy Paradise right away, or did you go somewhere else?” Even after confessing to Wendy, Dawn could not expose Lily to the Queen Mistress, so she refused to answer. Apparently, her involuntary expressions did not hide her surprise well. “Yes, I thought so. That place, and the owner in particular, has always been sympathetic to tickle slaves, and I figured she would offer protection to anyone who escaped.”
“Please, Queen Mistress…”
“Don’t worry; I’m not going to have anything done to Tummy Paradise or anyone there,” the royal waved off the concerns. “As far as I’m concerned, it all ended up right. After what you went through, the Tickle Cartel owed you your freedom, and I’m glad that someone at Tummy Paradise found you and made sure you got it.” Dawn’s mouth opened up in shock, and when she turned to Jen and Maddie, they were just as surprised. “I drafted up documents to officially sanction your escape and their assistance once I saw your Stomach Slaver video, and I’ll refine and sign them before you leave. It’s been so long that there shouldn’t be any legal trouble with your escape, but they’ll allow me to add some extra protection for you, since I’m the Queen Mistress. I will ensure that no judge can send you back into tickle slavery, for whatever reason, unless they get my approval.”
“Wow, thanks, Queen Mistress.” It was all Dawn could think to say. Official documents securing her freedom, written and signed by the highest authority in the land? Coming into the palace, horrifying at first, had turned into one of the best trips imaginable. It would be extremely relieving to have that level of security after the years of trying to avoid Tickle Cartel officials: entirely for the first two years, if possible until she confessed to Wendy, and with only certain exceptions afterwards.
“You are very welcome, Dawn. Jen, you have the same documents connected to your identification, and I believe Wendy put a physical copy in your apartment.”
Now it was Dawn’s turn to be shocked. Jen had never admitted to being a former tickle slave herself. Had she also escaped? Or could Lily have been right? Did Wendy leverage something like freedom to get her to bring in Dawn?
“Yeah, I came to the Tickle Cartel as a slave, too,” Jen shrugged. “I didn’t get it as bad as you; they just tickled me on the way here. I still tried to escape, but I failed. Tickle Mistress Wendy liked my resolve, though, and she got me out at the Training Academy and brought me here to be freed. That’s why Maddie and I are so close to her.”
“I’m only half certain on how Jen managed to get me here,” Maddie deferred to Jen, “but I don’t think I was ever classified as a tickle slave.”
“You were not,” Heather stepped back in and turned to Dawn to explain what happened. “Jen kept asking me to have Maddie try out, insisting that Maddie was a better tickler than her, until I finally agreed. I sent Jen back to their home to recruit Maddie, and she tested with me after they returned. After I felt her fingers firsthand, well, you can imagine that I was happy to make her a Dungeon Tickler.”
Dawn’s mouth stayed open as she looked around, trying to comprehend everything she was hearing. Jen having been a tickle slave was shocking on its own, but Maddie’s move to the Tickle Cartel was even more surprising. Apparently not only had Jen proven enough to be freed, but she had also convinced the Queen Mistress to give her friend a shot. From experience, Dawn knew that once that chance was given, Maddie was as good as confirmed as a Dungeon Tickler, but the whole situation was making her head spin.
Dawn had always imagined the Tickle Cartel as a super harsh organization that tolerated the tourism and niceties on Tickle Island to keep their tickle slaving business afloat. Wendy’s reaction to the revelations about her slaves’ and Dawn’s transports had morphed that image to the Tickle Cartel being kinder to tickle slaves recently, but she figured there was only so much kindness in an organization dealing in slavery. Dawn had still believed that most tickle slave owners beat their slaves behind closed doors, and they only restricted themselves to tickling outside for civility’s sake. For this reason, she had avoided slavers, mistresses, and the like, with only a few exceptions. However, Jen was saying that she had been freed after failing to escape, and the Tickle Cartel apparently sent her back home to retrieve a friend? It was all so confusing.
“Hey, Dawn, you alright?” Maddie questioned, her hand on Dawn’s left shoulder and Jen’s on the right.
“Yeah, just a lot to take in,” Dawn responded, smiling at her two friends. “I couldn’t imagine the Tickle Cartel freeing any tickle slave after what happened to me, and it’s just… it’ll take me a little bit to process all of this.”
“That’s alright; take as much time as you need,” Queen Mistress Heather graciously stated. “I know that it might sound unbelievable, but not all of us are as harsh as your Transporters were. In fact, I’d wager that the majority of the Tickle Cartel would be very against what happened to you.”
Jen, Maddie, and Tickle Mistress Wendy were all concrete examples of the good in the Tickle Cartel, and if Queen Mistress Heather was anything like how she was presenting herself, Dawn could believe that more of the Tickle Cartel was alright. Of course, there were still bad apples, like Diana, but if the leadership was solid, as it appeared to be, maybe there was hope for a safe life for all former tickle slaves in the tickle-focused organization. The Tummy Paradise switch allowed herself a content smile and sat back in her chair, the tension finally beginning to leave her.
“Of course, just because I felt bad for you and promised that the Tickle Cartel would not seek legal ramifications for your escape, that doesn’t mean you get off entirely for running away,” Heather declared, her voice slightly sharper. The guards in Dawn’s peripheral vision stepped up and began walking towards the group.
“W-W-What do you m-mean?” Dawn wondered, her eyes shooting back and forth between the royal and the guards.
“You two can relax; I doubt I’ll need you,” the Queen Mistress ordered the guards back. Then, turning to Dawn, she proclaimed, “The Tickle Cartel cannot simply let tickle slaves attempt escapes without consequences; we would never make any profit if we let slaves run away any time that they thought they could make it.”
“But-” Jen started.
“Jen, this happened to you, too,” Heather cut off the other former tickle slave in the room. “Dawn, all escape attempts must be punished, no matter how late the punishment comes. Lay down on that table and wait for Jen and Maddie to tie you up.”
“What are you going to do to me?” Dawn wondered, standing up but only shuffling to the bondage table. One of the guards began to circle to the throne room’s entrance to cut her off from a potential exit.
“I’m just going to tickle you; that’s the punishment for an escape attempt,” the Queen Mistress dictated. “However, since there are no current tickle slaves here, I’d be happy to let you choose how you get tickled. Doesn’t have to be torture, doesn’t even have to be uncomfortable for you. To be honest, most tickle slaves who get their punishment after they’re already free enjoy it. It’s more symbolic than anything else, unless you have other tickle slaves in the room, at which point it can be tickle torture as a warning to them.”
“Uh, okay,” Dawn began walking to the table. “Can you start with a feather duster then, please?”
“Of course,” Heather smiled. Dawn got onto the table and stretched her arms and legs out to be bound. “Jen, Maddie, put her spread-eagle. There should be ropes at the corners.” Jen and Maddie restrained her wrists first, then her ankles. “I’d also like one of the straps in the middle to go over her hips, and another on top of her ribs. Unless you object, Dawn, I want the entirety of the punishment to be on your tummy.”
“That’s fine, for now,” Dawn allowed, and the two Dungeon Ticklers threw straps across the spots. “But if I get really tired…”
“You’ll control spots as well as tickling methods,” the royal announced, standing up and retrieving a large feather duster from under her throne. “Like I said, I’m not trying to torture you. You just have to laugh to pay for your escape attempt.” Dawn just nodded, content with her current situation.
The Queen Mistress casually walked over to her ticklee, smiling widely the entire time. Upon arriving, she held up the feather duster and then swiped it across the entirety of Dawn’s bare belly, earning a yelp from the tied switch. “Someone’s real feather-ticklish, and you definitely work at Tummy Paradise for a reason. This ought to be a blast for both of us. Are you ready for the fun to really start?”
Emboldened by the happy feeling of the feathers, Dawn exclaimed, “Yes!”
“Then it’s tickle time!” The royal pressed the entirety of the duster into the middle zone of Dawn’s abdomen.
Next Chapter
Chapter 11: Royals and Revelations, Part 5
Chapter Beginnings
Chapter 1: Perilous Paradise
Chapter 2: The Evil Box
Chapter 3: On the Run
Chapter 4: A New Paradise
Chapter 5: Tummy Testing
Chapter 6: Hidden Citizen
Chapter 7: Tummy Training
Chapter 8: Sessions and Reflections
Chapter 9: Full Citizen
Chapter 10: The Mistress
Chapter 11: Royals and Revelations
Chapter 12: The Rarest Reunion
Chapter 13: Novice Mistress
Chapter 14: Taking Control
Chapter 15: Mistress Dawn
Previous Chapter
Chapter 11: Royals and Revelations, Part 3
A whole minute after Diana was removed from the throne room, Dawn continued to shiver in her chair. Diana’s outburst had essentially been her worst fears coming true. If Queen Mistress Heather had her former tormentor as a tickle slave, she was almost guaranteed to remember Dawn. She may not have shown any recognition during Diana’s rants, but now that the instigator was gone, there was no need for her to hold back.
“Dawn, are you okay?” Maddie whispered, putting her arm around Dawn in a comforting gesture.
“Dawn,” Queen Mistress Heather spoke up before Dawn had a chance to respond, “I would like to apologize for Diana’s abhorrent behavior. That was completely unacceptable, and I am sorry that I did not stop it sooner.”
“I- It’s okay,” Dawn hesitantly accepted the apology, knowing that the host had done everything she could.
“She will not return anytime soon, and she will be punished more than suitably for her outburst,” the royal added, and Dawn simply nodded. After apologizing, Heather sighed and curled her lips, as if she was considering saying something else on the topic. She stayed like this for several seconds, with the added benefit that the room calmed down again.
When the Queen Mistress looked over to the group of guests, her attention again focused on Dawn. She spoke cautiously, “Dawn, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Diana that angry. Do you know why she went off on you like that?”
‘Does she really not remember me?’ Dawn wondered. ‘It would make sense that Diana would know, even if Queen Mistress Heather doesn’t. I’m sure being the reason Diana was enslaved was more memorable than even the video Tickle Mistress Wendy mentioned. But if she doesn’t know me, I definitely can’t mention my tickle slavery. It’s too horrible, and there’s so many people here. I’ll be dogpiled in seconds, just like right before Wendy tickle tortured me. There’s no way that the Queen Mistress can save me from slavery, not with so many witnesses. On the other hand, can I really keep this from her? She’s the Tickle Cartel’s ruler, and I’m sure she can throw me in the dungeon to be tortured if I don’t answer. I can’t tell them the truth, though, so what can I say? Can I even do anything to get the question off my back?’
Frozen by indecision, Dawn stayed silent for a while before a snobbish voice proclaimed, “The Queen M-”
“Silence!” Heather snapped. Apparently, the forced silence had not been enough to calm her down after Diana’s earlier actions. She then addressed Dawn in a calm tone, “Dawn, would you prefer to answer with the others out of the room?”
“Y- Y- Yes,” Dawn was not entirely sure that this was the right move, but at least her capture would be quicker and less public if she just confessed to the Queen Mistress than with a crowd around.
“You heard her; get out,” the royal dismissed all the other members of her court. “I’ll call you back if I decide that I want you here.” The other noble-looking people and their tickle slaves began leaving the room immediately. Within a couple of minutes, only guards, the Queen Mistress’ personal tickle slaves, Jen, Maddie, Dawn, and the Queen Mistress herself remained in the room. “All of you need to leave, too, everyone except Jen, Maddie, Dawn, and myself.”
“Queen Mistress, if I may speak?” the guard closest to the royal stated. Allowed to by a gesture, she continued, “I would be abandoning my duty if I left you with no guards in the throne room, no matter how trustworthy your guests are.”
“Very well, Whitney; you and Trish can stay, but please stand a bit away from me,” Heather allowed. “I want Dawn to feel free to speak.” With that, all the guards and servants, besides the two exceptions, left the room. “Dawn, do you know why Diana went off on you?”
“I… I knew her at one point,” Dawn hesitantly said.
“How did you know her?” the Queen Mistress probed. “Did you do something to her, or vice versa? Like I said, she’s never been that angry.”
Dawn stole a glance at Jen and Maddie. They still had no clue that she had escaped tickle slavery, although Jen seemed to have shifted in her chair from sometime before all the exits. “Queen Mistress, I’m not sure I’m comfortable… I thought we’d be alone, and I know your guards need to be here, but…”
“I think I’ve figured out why Diana did what she did,” Heather implied her knowledge of Dawn’s tickle slavery, “but I believe it would be deeply offensive to you if I’m not correct. If what I’m thinking is true, and Jen and Maddie don’t know already, they should hear it from you. It’ll be better to get it off your chest now than to keep waiting.”
Admittedly, the secret had been a burden; Dawn had burned to tell Jen and Maddie ever since she confessed to Wendy. However, in their two years in the Tickle Cartel, the two had never shown any sign that they had anything but the highest regard for tickle slavery. She feared that telling them about her defiance of the slavers would lead to one or both of them deciding not to be friends anymore. Or even worse, Jen or Maddie could try to get Wendy to put her back in tickle slavery, as punishment for her escape. Not that Wendy would comply, but that could also lead to them ending their friendship. There was always the chance that they would sympathize with her, but Dawn had no reason to risk the friendship before.
Of course, now Dawn had no choice. Queen Mistress Heather and her guards could control Jen and Maddie if she chose to; otherwise, confessing this in the throne room meant that Dawn was as good as enslaved already.
With a big gulp, Dawn gave in and announced, “Diana took me to the Tickle Cartel as a tickle slave. When we got there, I escaped. I think that my escape was responsible for Diana being a tickle slave now.” Jen and Maddie both gasped at the revelation, although the gasps sounded slightly exaggerated and fake.
Out of the corner of her eye, Dawn saw the guards move in to take her down, but the Queen Mistress held up a hand, and they stopped in their tracks. “That was what I was thinking, and you are correct in your assumption,” the royal dictated. “Your escape forced Diana and Ziva into tickle slavery. I’m afraid Diana has not forgiven you for it.” Surprisingly, Heather then stood up and walked over to Dawn, taking her hands. “I didn’t remember your face until well after Diana had gone off the rails, but by the time she got escorted out, I was pretty sure of who you were. I’m so glad that you’re okay. You had to endure a ton coming to the Tickle Cartel, and I don’t know if I can express the proper amount of sorrow.” This got definitively real gasps from Jen and Maddie. “Things have changed with the Transporters since you came here, and I think you should probably tell them what all happened to you.”
Dawn proceeded to tell her story of slavery, matching the details she had given Wendy as best as possible. Once again, she emitted everything after she left the ship. By the time she was finished, Jen and Maddie both had the same horrified looks in their eyes as the Tickle Mistress had in the first revelation. Heather’s reaction was of the same vein, albeit somewhat subdued, presumably because she had seen the video of Dawn’s Stomach Slaver torture.
“What happened after you got off the ship?” the Queen Mistress pointedly asked. “You had to be hiding somewhere for at least a few days; otherwise, the Jolly Jesters would have caught you and returned you to the Training Academy. Did you find Tummy Paradise right away, or did you go somewhere else?” Even after confessing to Wendy, Dawn could not expose Lily to the Queen Mistress, so she refused to answer. Apparently, her involuntary expressions did not hide her surprise well. “Yes, I thought so. That place, and the owner in particular, has always been sympathetic to tickle slaves, and I figured she would offer protection to anyone who escaped.”
“Please, Queen Mistress…”
“Don’t worry; I’m not going to have anything done to Tummy Paradise or anyone there,” the royal waved off the concerns. “As far as I’m concerned, it all ended up right. After what you went through, the Tickle Cartel owed you your freedom, and I’m glad that someone at Tummy Paradise found you and made sure you got it.” Dawn’s mouth opened up in shock, and when she turned to Jen and Maddie, they were just as surprised. “I drafted up documents to officially sanction your escape and their assistance once I saw your Stomach Slaver video, and I’ll refine and sign them before you leave. It’s been so long that there shouldn’t be any legal trouble with your escape, but they’ll allow me to add some extra protection for you, since I’m the Queen Mistress. I will ensure that no judge can send you back into tickle slavery, for whatever reason, unless they get my approval.”
“Wow, thanks, Queen Mistress.” It was all Dawn could think to say. Official documents securing her freedom, written and signed by the highest authority in the land? Coming into the palace, horrifying at first, had turned into one of the best trips imaginable. It would be extremely relieving to have that level of security after the years of trying to avoid Tickle Cartel officials: entirely for the first two years, if possible until she confessed to Wendy, and with only certain exceptions afterwards.
“You are very welcome, Dawn. Jen, you have the same documents connected to your identification, and I believe Wendy put a physical copy in your apartment.”
Now it was Dawn’s turn to be shocked. Jen had never admitted to being a former tickle slave herself. Had she also escaped? Or could Lily have been right? Did Wendy leverage something like freedom to get her to bring in Dawn?
“Yeah, I came to the Tickle Cartel as a slave, too,” Jen shrugged. “I didn’t get it as bad as you; they just tickled me on the way here. I still tried to escape, but I failed. Tickle Mistress Wendy liked my resolve, though, and she got me out at the Training Academy and brought me here to be freed. That’s why Maddie and I are so close to her.”
“I’m only half certain on how Jen managed to get me here,” Maddie deferred to Jen, “but I don’t think I was ever classified as a tickle slave.”
“You were not,” Heather stepped back in and turned to Dawn to explain what happened. “Jen kept asking me to have Maddie try out, insisting that Maddie was a better tickler than her, until I finally agreed. I sent Jen back to their home to recruit Maddie, and she tested with me after they returned. After I felt her fingers firsthand, well, you can imagine that I was happy to make her a Dungeon Tickler.”
Dawn’s mouth stayed open as she looked around, trying to comprehend everything she was hearing. Jen having been a tickle slave was shocking on its own, but Maddie’s move to the Tickle Cartel was even more surprising. Apparently not only had Jen proven enough to be freed, but she had also convinced the Queen Mistress to give her friend a shot. From experience, Dawn knew that once that chance was given, Maddie was as good as confirmed as a Dungeon Tickler, but the whole situation was making her head spin.
Dawn had always imagined the Tickle Cartel as a super harsh organization that tolerated the tourism and niceties on Tickle Island to keep their tickle slaving business afloat. Wendy’s reaction to the revelations about her slaves’ and Dawn’s transports had morphed that image to the Tickle Cartel being kinder to tickle slaves recently, but she figured there was only so much kindness in an organization dealing in slavery. Dawn had still believed that most tickle slave owners beat their slaves behind closed doors, and they only restricted themselves to tickling outside for civility’s sake. For this reason, she had avoided slavers, mistresses, and the like, with only a few exceptions. However, Jen was saying that she had been freed after failing to escape, and the Tickle Cartel apparently sent her back home to retrieve a friend? It was all so confusing.
“Hey, Dawn, you alright?” Maddie questioned, her hand on Dawn’s left shoulder and Jen’s on the right.
“Yeah, just a lot to take in,” Dawn responded, smiling at her two friends. “I couldn’t imagine the Tickle Cartel freeing any tickle slave after what happened to me, and it’s just… it’ll take me a little bit to process all of this.”
“That’s alright; take as much time as you need,” Queen Mistress Heather graciously stated. “I know that it might sound unbelievable, but not all of us are as harsh as your Transporters were. In fact, I’d wager that the majority of the Tickle Cartel would be very against what happened to you.”
Jen, Maddie, and Tickle Mistress Wendy were all concrete examples of the good in the Tickle Cartel, and if Queen Mistress Heather was anything like how she was presenting herself, Dawn could believe that more of the Tickle Cartel was alright. Of course, there were still bad apples, like Diana, but if the leadership was solid, as it appeared to be, maybe there was hope for a safe life for all former tickle slaves in the tickle-focused organization. The Tummy Paradise switch allowed herself a content smile and sat back in her chair, the tension finally beginning to leave her.
“Of course, just because I felt bad for you and promised that the Tickle Cartel would not seek legal ramifications for your escape, that doesn’t mean you get off entirely for running away,” Heather declared, her voice slightly sharper. The guards in Dawn’s peripheral vision stepped up and began walking towards the group.
“W-W-What do you m-mean?” Dawn wondered, her eyes shooting back and forth between the royal and the guards.
“You two can relax; I doubt I’ll need you,” the Queen Mistress ordered the guards back. Then, turning to Dawn, she proclaimed, “The Tickle Cartel cannot simply let tickle slaves attempt escapes without consequences; we would never make any profit if we let slaves run away any time that they thought they could make it.”
“But-” Jen started.
“Jen, this happened to you, too,” Heather cut off the other former tickle slave in the room. “Dawn, all escape attempts must be punished, no matter how late the punishment comes. Lay down on that table and wait for Jen and Maddie to tie you up.”
“What are you going to do to me?” Dawn wondered, standing up but only shuffling to the bondage table. One of the guards began to circle to the throne room’s entrance to cut her off from a potential exit.
“I’m just going to tickle you; that’s the punishment for an escape attempt,” the Queen Mistress dictated. “However, since there are no current tickle slaves here, I’d be happy to let you choose how you get tickled. Doesn’t have to be torture, doesn’t even have to be uncomfortable for you. To be honest, most tickle slaves who get their punishment after they’re already free enjoy it. It’s more symbolic than anything else, unless you have other tickle slaves in the room, at which point it can be tickle torture as a warning to them.”
“Uh, okay,” Dawn began walking to the table. “Can you start with a feather duster then, please?”
“Of course,” Heather smiled. Dawn got onto the table and stretched her arms and legs out to be bound. “Jen, Maddie, put her spread-eagle. There should be ropes at the corners.” Jen and Maddie restrained her wrists first, then her ankles. “I’d also like one of the straps in the middle to go over her hips, and another on top of her ribs. Unless you object, Dawn, I want the entirety of the punishment to be on your tummy.”
“That’s fine, for now,” Dawn allowed, and the two Dungeon Ticklers threw straps across the spots. “But if I get really tired…”
“You’ll control spots as well as tickling methods,” the royal announced, standing up and retrieving a large feather duster from under her throne. “Like I said, I’m not trying to torture you. You just have to laugh to pay for your escape attempt.” Dawn just nodded, content with her current situation.
The Queen Mistress casually walked over to her ticklee, smiling widely the entire time. Upon arriving, she held up the feather duster and then swiped it across the entirety of Dawn’s bare belly, earning a yelp from the tied switch. “Someone’s real feather-ticklish, and you definitely work at Tummy Paradise for a reason. This ought to be a blast for both of us. Are you ready for the fun to really start?”
Emboldened by the happy feeling of the feathers, Dawn exclaimed, “Yes!”
“Then it’s tickle time!” The royal pressed the entirety of the duster into the middle zone of Dawn’s abdomen.
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Chapter 11: Royals and Revelations, Part 5
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