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Here is part 2 of Chapter 5 of the Tickle Cartel. Please let me know what you think of it!
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“A week after that, the two of you will start your official jobs,” Queen Mistress Heather continued. “Your permanent entry job will be in a tickle dungeon as a professional tickler. I have not decided on the specific dungeon; that will be decided based on need closer to when you start. Now that you know your job, I’d like to let you know about some of the perks that you mentioned from our conversation earlier. First off, you said earlier that you’d like to be both a tickler and a ticklee, and this offers that opportunity. Dungeon ticklers often need to practice their craft about twice a month, and you can take some paid time during work to be a ticklee for them. I’ll make sure to let your supervisor know this and have them accommodate your schedule with this in mind. Second, you said that you’d like to tickle someone who likes to be tickled. While most of the tickling you will be doing will involve punishing prisoners of the tickle dungeon, there are some people who come into a tickle dungeon because they enjoy being tickled, and I will have your supervisor put you at the front of the list of ticklers to tend to these customers. This also should not be a problem; most of the dungeon ticklers do not like it when their victims enjoy their treatment, so they’ll be happy to let you take their place. Will this work as a position for you?”
“Yeah, especially when you point out those benefits,” Jen responded. “I know those won’t happen most of the time, but it’ll be fun regardless. I’ve had fun tickling people who didn’t like it before, and I think it’ll be a good learning experience, especially since I’ll be under people who have been doing it probably for a while.”
“Yes, you will, and regarding your pay, I am agreeing to boosting it a little bit, since you have shown a tremendous talent,” Queen Mistress Heather announced. “We’ll get you assigned a mentor to help you, and probably Maddie, get on your feet in your first few months here, after you both know what you’ll be doing. Now, I know I’ve just sent a lot of information your way in the last several minutes, so do you have any questions regarding anything I’ve just told you?”
“What kind of work would I be doing in the dungeon?” Jen initially asked before reframing her question. “I mean, why are these people in the dungeon?”
“Well, that would depend on which type of dungeon you get assigned to,” Queen Mistress Heather notified her. “We have four… no, five types of tickle dungeons on the island. There are the standard tickle dungeons, where people go if they commit a minor to medium-level crime, typically for no longer than a year. The standard punishment for here is just getting tickled, the level of tickling depending on the type of crime, for the duration of the prisoner’s sentence, so you would be administering the tickling there. Additionally, these dungeons are open at night for people to pay to get tickled by the prison ticklers, typically in intervals of an hour or two, while the prisoners are sleeping. The next type is called a heavy dungeon, and this is for serious crimes, with the minimum sentence being a year. In heavy dungeons, there is merciless tickling for the prisoners for their punishment. Similar to the standard dungeons, the heavy tickling dungeons occasionally have others come in at night to be tickled in their bondage, and those sessions are typically for just a half hour at the longest. The third type is the royal tickle dungeon, which is located beneath the palace. The prisoners here are determined by the current Queen Mistress, and anyone can be put in for any amount of time for any reason. Unlike the standard or heavy tickle dungeons, the prisoners here are not necessarily being punished, as some request the tickle treatment, and no one can come in and pay to be tickled here. This is probably the best distribution of people who want to be tickled and people who don’t, since I personally approve all of the placements in the dungeon. I enjoy rewarding people who want to be tickled if they request a stay in my royal tickle dungeon, so I often grant requests to be locked up in there. However, as Queen Mistress, there are certain people who I want behind bars, so I also put them in my royal tickle dungeon, whether they want to be there or not. The fourth category, which I don’t think I will assign you to at first, is the Tickle Island dungeons. These are on the Tickle Island half of the island, and tourists who wish to spend some time in the Tickle Island dungeons fill out an application and are put in there to be tickled for a time which they choose. Despite the fact that I know you would do well there, Tickle Cartel employees are almost never allowed to work on the Tickle Island half until they have a few years of experience on the Tickle Cartel half. Maybe in a few years, you can be assigned to one of these, but for now, I will most likely be able to get you a position there. The final type of dungeon is a tickle slave dungeon, where the tickle slaves from Wendy’s Tickle Slave Training Academy are taken when they need extra punishment. All of the prisoners here will be unwilling, but they will have been sent to this dungeon for retraining or just as extra punishment. Although I’m not sure you will, most of the assigned dungeon ticklers request to be put here so they can punish tickle slaves. I believe that is all the types of dungeons. Does that answer your question?”
“Yes, it does, thank you,” Jen affirmed the answer. “I have a question about Maddie. What are the standards she will be held to when you test her?”
“Essentially, I want to find out if she would do a good job as a tickler somewhere, within the cartel,” Queen Mistress Heather declared. “If she is anywhere close to as good as you, or as you mentioned, better than you, than she will have no problem getting a job.”
“And if she doesn’t?” Jen questioned.
“If she doesn’t, then she will be assigned as a tickle slave,” Queen Mistress Heather responded. “She will be sent to Wendy’s academy to be trained, and then she will be treated as any other tickle slave.”
‘Wow, I better tickle Maddie a lot when we’re coming back to motivate her,’ Jen thought to herself as she considered that her best friend could wind up a tickle slave. ‘I know she hates being tickled, but I’m sure she can get a job here. I mean, she has to!’
“That’s fine; I’m sure she’ll impress you,” Jen projected an air of confidence, despite her anxiety for her friend in her mind. “I think that’s all the questions I have for now. Once again, thank you very much for allowing me to go get Maddie and then considering me for a dungeon tickler role.”
“Of course,” Queen Mistress Heather gently accepted the thanks. “Now, I believe that is all for the formal meeting, so Diana, do you know when dinner will be ready?”
“It is ready now, Queen Mistress,” the servant who had called Mistress Wendy earlier announced. “You asked that I wait until your meeting was finished to inform you.”
“Thank you, Diana,” Queen Mistress Heather responded before turning to Jen. “Jen, shall we go and eat? I’m sure you’re hungry after all the meetings today.”
“Yes,” Jen affirmed.
“Good to know that I’m not the only one who’s hungry,” the Queen Mistress remarked as she got off her throne, addressing her servants next. “Please lead us to the dining hall.”
“Of course, Queen Mistress,” Diana stated. “This way.” Jen and Queen Mistress Heather walked with the servants to the dining hall. In there, Queen Mistress Heather followed Diana and allowed her servant to pull out the chair at the head of the table for her. “Queen Mistress, is there anything I can have the waitresses get you?”
“No, thank you, Diana, escort Jen to the seat of honor, and then you can sit down,” Queen Mistress Heather softly ordered her servant, who immediately complied.
“Miss Jen, please follow me to the seat of honor,” Diana announced, Jen blushing at the esteemed position she was finding herself in. Diana escorted Jen over to the seat directly to the right of Queen Mistress Heather and pulled the seat out for her, as she had done for the Queen Mistress. “Can I have the waitresses get anything for you?”
“No, thank you, though,” Jen politely replied after she saw water on the table, and Diana headed to her own seat. Looking around, Jen saw several important-looking people closer to her at the table, with the servants, distinguished by their bikinis, sitting a bit further away.
“Everyone, I would like to introduce you to Jen,” Queen Mistress Heather broadcasted to the group at the table. “She is a new member of the Tickle Cartel and will be a dungeon tickler when she starts work, and she is my honored guest tonight. Jen, this is my royal court of advisors.”
“Nice to meet you,” Jen shyly told the group, and she was warmly welcomed by the members of the court. Soon after, the food came out, and it was much better than anything Jen had eaten on her trip to the Tickle Cartel. The food was pretty much gone after an hour, and everyone thanked the cooks for the wonderful meal.
“So, now that we are finished with our meal, we should tell Jen about our little tradition here in the royal court,” Queen Mistress Heather proclaimed, causing Jen to look at her quizzically. “The honored guest of the Queen Mistress must endure five minutes of the court’s tickling on the rack after the meal. Jen, please get up; I’ll show you to the rack.”
Although a little shocked at the sudden request, Jen complied, and Queen Mistress Heather guided her to the other end of the table, where a rack had been placed. “This isn’t going to hurt, is it?” Jen asked Queen Mistress Heather quietly.
“No, not at all,” the Queen Mistress whispered back. “We don’t stretch it that much, just enough that you can’t move very much, but you still have a little slack so you don’t hurt yourself.” Jen nodded to affirm that she heard this, and then she got on the rack. “Cammy, Diana, would you restrain Jen on the rack?” The two servants did as commanded, and soon Jen was a little stretched out, but most importantly, her belly was very ready to be tickled. “Alright, everyone, Jen here has a very, very ticklish tummy, and she likes being tickled there. Let’s make her really enjoy this by taking advantage of that stomach.”
“Oh, Queen Mistress, her weakness is her belly?” one of the council members who had eaten with them questioned Queen Mistress Heather. “I seem to remember another person with a very ticklish tummy being strapped down here and tickled for a while.”
“Well, Miss Gallies, there have been several people here, so at least some of them had to have had super ticklish stomachs,” the Queen Mistress Heather countered. “I remember tickling a few myself; they tend to be some of the most fun to get.”
“True, but I remember one in particular,” Miss Gallies declared. “The owner was very ticklish, and couldn’t stand having her bare belly, and especially her bellybutton, tickled for half an hour here. It’s a good thing she ended up having that happen; I hear she moved on to a very high place.”
“Yes, it is, but if someone else isn’t careful, when Jen gets off, a pair of bare feet could be tickled right here for more than five minutes,” the Queen Mistress retorted, looking mischievously at her, to which Miss Gallies backed down. “Now, how about we focus on Jen here? She got put here for a good tickling, so I say we give it to her.”
The first few seconds were all Jen needed to know that this was no average group of ticklers. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA THAHAHAHAHAHAHAT TIHIHIHIHIHICKLEHES SOHOHOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUHUHUHUCH!” she yelled out as a total of fifty fingers made contact with her midriff, not to mention the other sixty tickling her neck, armpits, hips, legs, and feet. “OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO WOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOW! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jen’s reaction surprised the veteran ticklers, who were used to ticklees on the rack breaking down very quickly after the tickling started, while this one just laughed and appeared to enjoy her experience. They tickled faster using their nails, and this caused Jen to squirm and try to twist back and forth, but not beg. “THOHOHOHOHOHOHOSE TIHIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLEHEHE WAHAHAHAHAHAHAY MOHOHOHOHOHORE THAHAHAN NOHOHOHORMAHAHAL!”
“Queen Mistress is she commenting on our tickling?” one of the ticklers at Jen’s abdomen asked the Queen Mistress.
“Yes, believe it or not, she’s saying how much it’s tickling her,” Queen Mistress Heather, who was focusing on Jen’s hyper-ticklish bellybutton, confirmed. “I wouldn’t believe it if I hadn’t heard it and then asked all my servants when she left just to make sure. Remember how I told you she likes this? That’s how she shows it, by commenting on how effective it is.”
“Certainly unusual, but I think it’s actually kind of cute,” the tickler replied. “It’s like encouragement; it makes me want to tickle her more. Tickle, tickle, tickle, little Jen! We’re going to tickle your tummy!”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA TIHIHIHIHIHICKLEHEHEHE TAHAHAHAHAHAHALK MAHAHAHAKES IHIHIHIT SOHOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUCH MOHOHOHOHORE FUUHUHUHUN!” Jen recognized the tactic. “YOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOURE REHEHEHEHEHEHEHELLY GOHOHOHOHOHOD AHAHAHAHAHAHAT THIHIHIHIS!” After this, Jen’s energy had nearly been exhausted, and she settled in for a long period of just laughing. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Not too long after Jen went to her state of pure laughter, a timer beeped loudly, and Queen Mistress Heather broadcasted, “Well, that’s our five minutes, so we need to stop.”
“I can’t believe that was five minutes,” Miss Gallies proclaimed from Jen’s feet as the ticklers stopped and moved a little away from Jen. “Usually it seems like so much longer.”
“Yeah, you can lose track of time tickling someone who loves it,” Queen Mistress Heather acknowledged. “Especially when you’re used to hearing begging around a certain time, and it just doesn’t happen with Jen. Hey, Cammy, Diana, can you?” The two servants nodded their heads and went to unbind Jen. “What did you think of her?”
“I just don’t know why you’re assigning her as a tickler if she’s so good at endurance,” one of the other former midsection ticklers dictated. “It seems like she’d be much better at helping train ticklers.”
“Well, that’s because you haven’t seen how good she is at tickling other people,” the Queen Mistress refuted. “If you saw what she did to Cammy in less than three minutes, you’d share my opinion.” Seeing the curious looks from her royal court, who had obviously heard of and probably seen Cammy’s reputation, she continued, “Jen made Cammy safeword in less than three minutes. That is unprecedented.” The gaping mouths of her guests made Queen Mistress Heather’s point for her, as they were clearly amazed. “But if you’d prefer, I can have Jen tickle one of you. Miss Gallies, you seemed eager to volunteer earlier.”
“Please, Queen Mistress, I beg you not to have me put there,” Miss Gallies begged, her eyes wide. “You know how ticklish I am. If Cammy couldn’t stand up, I surely cannot.”
“Fine, I really just wanted to see the look on your face,” Queen Mistress Heather laughed it off. “Totally worth it.” Most of the guests rolled their eyes with a smile on their faces, appearing to have witnessed this side of Queen Mistress Heather before. “But, in all seriousness, I would like to know if there is anything else any of you need from me? Otherwise, I will be retiring to my quarters for the night.” The gaze of the Queen Mistress went around the group, but everyone simply diverted her attention to the person next in line with a nod and a smile. “Alright, then all of you have a great night. If you need anything else, you know where the royal servants are. You are all dismissed. Jen, if you have time, I would like you to join me in my quarters as my guest.”
“Yes, I’d be honored to,” Jen answered with a huge smile on her face as the other guests departed the dining room.
“Good, I’m so glad you can come,” Queen Mistress Heather had gotten giddy at this point. “Cammy, Diana, can you escort us with the guards back to my room?” Her two favorite servants agreed, and the four of them were soon joined by three guards and brought back to a large room. While the guards stayed outside, Jen, Cammy, Diana, and Queen Mistress Heather went inside the room. “Cammy, Diana, you can stay in the outer chambers; I’d like to have some alone time with Jen. Feel free to help yourself to anything in here.”
“Yes, mistress, have a wonderful time,” Cammy stated.
“What have I told you about addressing me in my room?” Queen Mistress Heather playfully interrogated her servant with a few quick pokes to the belly.
“HEHEHEHE to call you Heather HEHE,” Cammy responded.
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“A week after that, the two of you will start your official jobs,” Queen Mistress Heather continued. “Your permanent entry job will be in a tickle dungeon as a professional tickler. I have not decided on the specific dungeon; that will be decided based on need closer to when you start. Now that you know your job, I’d like to let you know about some of the perks that you mentioned from our conversation earlier. First off, you said earlier that you’d like to be both a tickler and a ticklee, and this offers that opportunity. Dungeon ticklers often need to practice their craft about twice a month, and you can take some paid time during work to be a ticklee for them. I’ll make sure to let your supervisor know this and have them accommodate your schedule with this in mind. Second, you said that you’d like to tickle someone who likes to be tickled. While most of the tickling you will be doing will involve punishing prisoners of the tickle dungeon, there are some people who come into a tickle dungeon because they enjoy being tickled, and I will have your supervisor put you at the front of the list of ticklers to tend to these customers. This also should not be a problem; most of the dungeon ticklers do not like it when their victims enjoy their treatment, so they’ll be happy to let you take their place. Will this work as a position for you?”
“Yeah, especially when you point out those benefits,” Jen responded. “I know those won’t happen most of the time, but it’ll be fun regardless. I’ve had fun tickling people who didn’t like it before, and I think it’ll be a good learning experience, especially since I’ll be under people who have been doing it probably for a while.”
“Yes, you will, and regarding your pay, I am agreeing to boosting it a little bit, since you have shown a tremendous talent,” Queen Mistress Heather announced. “We’ll get you assigned a mentor to help you, and probably Maddie, get on your feet in your first few months here, after you both know what you’ll be doing. Now, I know I’ve just sent a lot of information your way in the last several minutes, so do you have any questions regarding anything I’ve just told you?”
“What kind of work would I be doing in the dungeon?” Jen initially asked before reframing her question. “I mean, why are these people in the dungeon?”
“Well, that would depend on which type of dungeon you get assigned to,” Queen Mistress Heather notified her. “We have four… no, five types of tickle dungeons on the island. There are the standard tickle dungeons, where people go if they commit a minor to medium-level crime, typically for no longer than a year. The standard punishment for here is just getting tickled, the level of tickling depending on the type of crime, for the duration of the prisoner’s sentence, so you would be administering the tickling there. Additionally, these dungeons are open at night for people to pay to get tickled by the prison ticklers, typically in intervals of an hour or two, while the prisoners are sleeping. The next type is called a heavy dungeon, and this is for serious crimes, with the minimum sentence being a year. In heavy dungeons, there is merciless tickling for the prisoners for their punishment. Similar to the standard dungeons, the heavy tickling dungeons occasionally have others come in at night to be tickled in their bondage, and those sessions are typically for just a half hour at the longest. The third type is the royal tickle dungeon, which is located beneath the palace. The prisoners here are determined by the current Queen Mistress, and anyone can be put in for any amount of time for any reason. Unlike the standard or heavy tickle dungeons, the prisoners here are not necessarily being punished, as some request the tickle treatment, and no one can come in and pay to be tickled here. This is probably the best distribution of people who want to be tickled and people who don’t, since I personally approve all of the placements in the dungeon. I enjoy rewarding people who want to be tickled if they request a stay in my royal tickle dungeon, so I often grant requests to be locked up in there. However, as Queen Mistress, there are certain people who I want behind bars, so I also put them in my royal tickle dungeon, whether they want to be there or not. The fourth category, which I don’t think I will assign you to at first, is the Tickle Island dungeons. These are on the Tickle Island half of the island, and tourists who wish to spend some time in the Tickle Island dungeons fill out an application and are put in there to be tickled for a time which they choose. Despite the fact that I know you would do well there, Tickle Cartel employees are almost never allowed to work on the Tickle Island half until they have a few years of experience on the Tickle Cartel half. Maybe in a few years, you can be assigned to one of these, but for now, I will most likely be able to get you a position there. The final type of dungeon is a tickle slave dungeon, where the tickle slaves from Wendy’s Tickle Slave Training Academy are taken when they need extra punishment. All of the prisoners here will be unwilling, but they will have been sent to this dungeon for retraining or just as extra punishment. Although I’m not sure you will, most of the assigned dungeon ticklers request to be put here so they can punish tickle slaves. I believe that is all the types of dungeons. Does that answer your question?”
“Yes, it does, thank you,” Jen affirmed the answer. “I have a question about Maddie. What are the standards she will be held to when you test her?”
“Essentially, I want to find out if she would do a good job as a tickler somewhere, within the cartel,” Queen Mistress Heather declared. “If she is anywhere close to as good as you, or as you mentioned, better than you, than she will have no problem getting a job.”
“And if she doesn’t?” Jen questioned.
“If she doesn’t, then she will be assigned as a tickle slave,” Queen Mistress Heather responded. “She will be sent to Wendy’s academy to be trained, and then she will be treated as any other tickle slave.”
‘Wow, I better tickle Maddie a lot when we’re coming back to motivate her,’ Jen thought to herself as she considered that her best friend could wind up a tickle slave. ‘I know she hates being tickled, but I’m sure she can get a job here. I mean, she has to!’
“That’s fine; I’m sure she’ll impress you,” Jen projected an air of confidence, despite her anxiety for her friend in her mind. “I think that’s all the questions I have for now. Once again, thank you very much for allowing me to go get Maddie and then considering me for a dungeon tickler role.”
“Of course,” Queen Mistress Heather gently accepted the thanks. “Now, I believe that is all for the formal meeting, so Diana, do you know when dinner will be ready?”
“It is ready now, Queen Mistress,” the servant who had called Mistress Wendy earlier announced. “You asked that I wait until your meeting was finished to inform you.”
“Thank you, Diana,” Queen Mistress Heather responded before turning to Jen. “Jen, shall we go and eat? I’m sure you’re hungry after all the meetings today.”
“Yes,” Jen affirmed.
“Good to know that I’m not the only one who’s hungry,” the Queen Mistress remarked as she got off her throne, addressing her servants next. “Please lead us to the dining hall.”
“Of course, Queen Mistress,” Diana stated. “This way.” Jen and Queen Mistress Heather walked with the servants to the dining hall. In there, Queen Mistress Heather followed Diana and allowed her servant to pull out the chair at the head of the table for her. “Queen Mistress, is there anything I can have the waitresses get you?”
“No, thank you, Diana, escort Jen to the seat of honor, and then you can sit down,” Queen Mistress Heather softly ordered her servant, who immediately complied.
“Miss Jen, please follow me to the seat of honor,” Diana announced, Jen blushing at the esteemed position she was finding herself in. Diana escorted Jen over to the seat directly to the right of Queen Mistress Heather and pulled the seat out for her, as she had done for the Queen Mistress. “Can I have the waitresses get anything for you?”
“No, thank you, though,” Jen politely replied after she saw water on the table, and Diana headed to her own seat. Looking around, Jen saw several important-looking people closer to her at the table, with the servants, distinguished by their bikinis, sitting a bit further away.
“Everyone, I would like to introduce you to Jen,” Queen Mistress Heather broadcasted to the group at the table. “She is a new member of the Tickle Cartel and will be a dungeon tickler when she starts work, and she is my honored guest tonight. Jen, this is my royal court of advisors.”
“Nice to meet you,” Jen shyly told the group, and she was warmly welcomed by the members of the court. Soon after, the food came out, and it was much better than anything Jen had eaten on her trip to the Tickle Cartel. The food was pretty much gone after an hour, and everyone thanked the cooks for the wonderful meal.
“So, now that we are finished with our meal, we should tell Jen about our little tradition here in the royal court,” Queen Mistress Heather proclaimed, causing Jen to look at her quizzically. “The honored guest of the Queen Mistress must endure five minutes of the court’s tickling on the rack after the meal. Jen, please get up; I’ll show you to the rack.”
Although a little shocked at the sudden request, Jen complied, and Queen Mistress Heather guided her to the other end of the table, where a rack had been placed. “This isn’t going to hurt, is it?” Jen asked Queen Mistress Heather quietly.
“No, not at all,” the Queen Mistress whispered back. “We don’t stretch it that much, just enough that you can’t move very much, but you still have a little slack so you don’t hurt yourself.” Jen nodded to affirm that she heard this, and then she got on the rack. “Cammy, Diana, would you restrain Jen on the rack?” The two servants did as commanded, and soon Jen was a little stretched out, but most importantly, her belly was very ready to be tickled. “Alright, everyone, Jen here has a very, very ticklish tummy, and she likes being tickled there. Let’s make her really enjoy this by taking advantage of that stomach.”
“Oh, Queen Mistress, her weakness is her belly?” one of the council members who had eaten with them questioned Queen Mistress Heather. “I seem to remember another person with a very ticklish tummy being strapped down here and tickled for a while.”
“Well, Miss Gallies, there have been several people here, so at least some of them had to have had super ticklish stomachs,” the Queen Mistress Heather countered. “I remember tickling a few myself; they tend to be some of the most fun to get.”
“True, but I remember one in particular,” Miss Gallies declared. “The owner was very ticklish, and couldn’t stand having her bare belly, and especially her bellybutton, tickled for half an hour here. It’s a good thing she ended up having that happen; I hear she moved on to a very high place.”
“Yes, it is, but if someone else isn’t careful, when Jen gets off, a pair of bare feet could be tickled right here for more than five minutes,” the Queen Mistress retorted, looking mischievously at her, to which Miss Gallies backed down. “Now, how about we focus on Jen here? She got put here for a good tickling, so I say we give it to her.”
The first few seconds were all Jen needed to know that this was no average group of ticklers. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA THAHAHAHAHAHAHAT TIHIHIHIHIHICKLEHES SOHOHOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUHUHUHUCH!” she yelled out as a total of fifty fingers made contact with her midriff, not to mention the other sixty tickling her neck, armpits, hips, legs, and feet. “OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO WOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOW! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jen’s reaction surprised the veteran ticklers, who were used to ticklees on the rack breaking down very quickly after the tickling started, while this one just laughed and appeared to enjoy her experience. They tickled faster using their nails, and this caused Jen to squirm and try to twist back and forth, but not beg. “THOHOHOHOHOHOHOSE TIHIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLEHEHE WAHAHAHAHAHAHAY MOHOHOHOHOHORE THAHAHAN NOHOHOHORMAHAHAL!”
“Queen Mistress is she commenting on our tickling?” one of the ticklers at Jen’s abdomen asked the Queen Mistress.
“Yes, believe it or not, she’s saying how much it’s tickling her,” Queen Mistress Heather, who was focusing on Jen’s hyper-ticklish bellybutton, confirmed. “I wouldn’t believe it if I hadn’t heard it and then asked all my servants when she left just to make sure. Remember how I told you she likes this? That’s how she shows it, by commenting on how effective it is.”
“Certainly unusual, but I think it’s actually kind of cute,” the tickler replied. “It’s like encouragement; it makes me want to tickle her more. Tickle, tickle, tickle, little Jen! We’re going to tickle your tummy!”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA TIHIHIHIHIHICKLEHEHEHE TAHAHAHAHAHAHALK MAHAHAHAKES IHIHIHIT SOHOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUCH MOHOHOHOHORE FUUHUHUHUN!” Jen recognized the tactic. “YOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOURE REHEHEHEHEHEHEHELLY GOHOHOHOHOHOD AHAHAHAHAHAHAT THIHIHIHIS!” After this, Jen’s energy had nearly been exhausted, and she settled in for a long period of just laughing. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Not too long after Jen went to her state of pure laughter, a timer beeped loudly, and Queen Mistress Heather broadcasted, “Well, that’s our five minutes, so we need to stop.”
“I can’t believe that was five minutes,” Miss Gallies proclaimed from Jen’s feet as the ticklers stopped and moved a little away from Jen. “Usually it seems like so much longer.”
“Yeah, you can lose track of time tickling someone who loves it,” Queen Mistress Heather acknowledged. “Especially when you’re used to hearing begging around a certain time, and it just doesn’t happen with Jen. Hey, Cammy, Diana, can you?” The two servants nodded their heads and went to unbind Jen. “What did you think of her?”
“I just don’t know why you’re assigning her as a tickler if she’s so good at endurance,” one of the other former midsection ticklers dictated. “It seems like she’d be much better at helping train ticklers.”
“Well, that’s because you haven’t seen how good she is at tickling other people,” the Queen Mistress refuted. “If you saw what she did to Cammy in less than three minutes, you’d share my opinion.” Seeing the curious looks from her royal court, who had obviously heard of and probably seen Cammy’s reputation, she continued, “Jen made Cammy safeword in less than three minutes. That is unprecedented.” The gaping mouths of her guests made Queen Mistress Heather’s point for her, as they were clearly amazed. “But if you’d prefer, I can have Jen tickle one of you. Miss Gallies, you seemed eager to volunteer earlier.”
“Please, Queen Mistress, I beg you not to have me put there,” Miss Gallies begged, her eyes wide. “You know how ticklish I am. If Cammy couldn’t stand up, I surely cannot.”
“Fine, I really just wanted to see the look on your face,” Queen Mistress Heather laughed it off. “Totally worth it.” Most of the guests rolled their eyes with a smile on their faces, appearing to have witnessed this side of Queen Mistress Heather before. “But, in all seriousness, I would like to know if there is anything else any of you need from me? Otherwise, I will be retiring to my quarters for the night.” The gaze of the Queen Mistress went around the group, but everyone simply diverted her attention to the person next in line with a nod and a smile. “Alright, then all of you have a great night. If you need anything else, you know where the royal servants are. You are all dismissed. Jen, if you have time, I would like you to join me in my quarters as my guest.”
“Yes, I’d be honored to,” Jen answered with a huge smile on her face as the other guests departed the dining room.
“Good, I’m so glad you can come,” Queen Mistress Heather had gotten giddy at this point. “Cammy, Diana, can you escort us with the guards back to my room?” Her two favorite servants agreed, and the four of them were soon joined by three guards and brought back to a large room. While the guards stayed outside, Jen, Cammy, Diana, and Queen Mistress Heather went inside the room. “Cammy, Diana, you can stay in the outer chambers; I’d like to have some alone time with Jen. Feel free to help yourself to anything in here.”
“Yes, mistress, have a wonderful time,” Cammy stated.
“What have I told you about addressing me in my room?” Queen Mistress Heather playfully interrogated her servant with a few quick pokes to the belly.
“HEHEHEHE to call you Heather HEHE,” Cammy responded.
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Chapter 6: Palace Night: Heather’s Room, Part 1
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