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Here is Part 7 of Chapter 10 of The Tickle Cartel. Sorry it's been so long; I've been focused on the TickleTober spinoffs that I mentioned in my last post.
I hope you enjoy it! Please let me know what you think, and thank you for reading!
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Chapter 10: Afternoon of Fun, Part 6
“You look like you had a good time in there, Jen,” Wendy addressed her smiling companion as they walked out to her T cart. “And I saw that you came out of the ticklee section this last time. Care to elaborate on the sessions?”
“I met this great woman in there!” Jen was happy to elaborate. “Her name is Dawn, and she’s a lot like me. She likes to tickle and be tickled, and she’s so fun on both sides! I tickled her tummy first, and she’s super ticklish, especially on her outie bellybutton. Then we got to talking a little, and we realized that we both like being on both sides of the feather. Since we had so much fun, we decided to swap roles, and boy, was that worth it! We both wrecked each other pretty good, and it was just a blast. I think I’ll have to come here some other time so that I can tickle Dawn and she can tickle me again.”
“Wow, I’m so glad you met someone a lot like you,” Wendy smiled, pleased and a little surprised that someone else liked both sides of tickling as much as Jen. “She sounds like lots of fun. I’ll get some passes for here for you to make sure you can go again. I have a question for you, though. Do you think Maddie would like Tummy Paradise?”
“She would love to tickle someone in there,” Jen responded with a huge smile. “Being tickled, not so much, but tickling someone else, she’d be all in.”
“Then I’ll make sure to get passes for her, too,” Wendy decided. “When you get back from bringing her here, I’ll take you both over. And I’m sure they’ll be more opportunities.”
“Great, thanks, Tickle Mistress Wendy!” Jen was practically bouncing with excitement as the T cart rolled along towards Wendy’s home. “I hope we can also just meet up and hang out, too. I think that would be fun to do.”
“Of course, we can do whatever you want to do, tickle-related or otherwise,” Tickle Mistress Wendy confirmed. “I should tell you that we’re heading back to my home. The servants will be cooking dinner soon. I was planning on having steak. Would you like that, or would you prefer something else? I’ll have them get whatever you want.”
“Steak would be great,” Jen replied with an approving smile. “I haven’t had that in a long time, and I always loved it.”
“Good,” Wendy smiled back. “I’ll make sure they have plenty ready for both of us. In the meantime, I thought we could just do some activities at my house. I have some planned already, and I’ll let you know what they are when we get back there.”
“Okay,” Jen was chipper, looking forward to the activities that Tickle Mistress Wendy had planned out. They chatted the rest of the way back, and when they got back, Wendy parked the T cart inside a small garage before leading Jen inside.
“Mistress, we have finished our tickle punishments, and we are very sorry that we tickled you and Miss Jen on the way to the beach,” Ava spoke for both her and Izzy, addressing the two at the front door when they came inside.
“I’m glad you learned your lesson, and consider yourselves back in good standing with me,” Wendy smiled in her response. “Now, I need you two to hogtie Jen. Tickle her if you need to do so to get her restrained.”
“What?” Jen was surprised, but she failed to react in time to prevent herself from being tackled by the two servants. She struggled, but the two were able to hogtie her easily, not even needing to tickle her due to her initial shock. “Wendy, what’s going on?”
“I’m going to show you my personal dungeon,” Wendy proclaimed. “The dungeon these two were being tickled in earlier was just a punishment dungeon for the servants, but I have a small cell downstairs. And I’m going to tickle you in it. As for the hogtying, I just wanted your belly exposed for some tickles on the way. Ava, Izzy, carry Jen downstairs to the dungeon cell.” The two servants again complied and carried Jen faceup, leaving her stomach exposed. Wendy took advantage of this once they got into a small elevator, tickling Jen’s most sensitive spot for the short ride down. Feeling exceptionally ticklish from all the tickling she’d had, Jen squealed and attempted to squirm away, but her tickler’s fingers easily followed her movements and continued tickling her midriff. After the short ride down, Jen was taken to a small dungeon cell. “Jen, what do you think of it?”
Jen looked around the cell. There were a few different bondage devices: stocks, a rack, a table with restraints on it, and an X-frame. In addition, there were tickle tool shelves by each set of bondage, labeled and everything. Ropes and other restraining materials were organized in one corner to complete the dungeon setup. Overall, though, it was very small, which Jen assumed was because you could only make a personal dungeon so large at a reasonable price. “It definitely feels like a dungeon fit for a single ticklee,” Jen finally answered the question.
“Yeah, expanding it much more will have to wait; that’s just too expensive,” Wendy declared, admiring the cell. “But I’m glad you think it feels like a dungeon. That’s the goal. Now, Ava and Izzy, tie Jen to the Tummy Tormentor.”
The two servants brought Jen over to the X-frame, apparently also known as the Tummy Tormentor. While they untied Jen, they kept a firm grip on her wrists to keep her from attempting an escape. Jen had no chance to get out before Ava and Izzy began chaining her to the X-frame. The only positive thing Jen could see right away was that the chains used on her wrists and ankles had a protective layer, so aside from exhaustion, she should be fine afterwards. “What now, Wendy?” she wondered once she was fully restrained.
“Now I’ll demonstrate the Tummy Tormentor on you,” Wendy went over and retrieved a remote from near Jen. “It probably won’t be tickle torture to you like it was to many of my other tummy-ticklish ticklees, but it should tickle a fair amount. Let’s start with… feathers!”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA YEHEHEHEHEHES!” Jen began laughing as Wendy pressed a button and the tickling began. Feathers came out, held by mechanical arms, and brushed all over her ticklish torso. Like normal, the tickling was quite light, and it almost felt like a feather duster to Jen. “THIHIHIHIS IHIHIHIHIS FUHUHUHUHUN!” Jen very much enjoyed being tickled by feathers and feather dusters, so this was definitely a fun experience for her. To get the best reaction out of Jen, Wendy came over and manually adjusted one of the arms so that a feather was targeting her ticklee’s bellybutton, obtaining greater laughter from and more enjoyment for Jen. “THAHAHAHAHANKS WEHEHEHEHENDY!”
“I’m glad you enjoy this, Jen,” Wendy commented. “Let’s see what else we can use on that tummy of yours. I think it’s time for some electric toothbrushes.”
Jen heard the buzzing of the replacement tool as the feathers left her midriff. Once the buzzing started, there was not much time before she felt the toothbrushes tickling her abdomen. “AHAHAHAHAHA THIHIHIHIHIS TIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLEHEHES! SOHOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUHUHUCH! AHAHAHAHAHA!” Toothbrushes had always worked quite well on Jen, and this was no exception. A well-programmed robotic arm placed one of the buzzing tools right in her navel to force Jen to laugh as hard as she could, “WOHOHOHOHOHOW! THIHIHIHIS REHEHEHEHEALLY TIHIHIHIHICKLEHEHEHS! AHAHAHAHAHA!” Jen threw her head back, laughing hysterically as the toothbrushes worked on her midsection.
‘This is still really fun, even though it tickles tons,’ Jen told herself. ‘I can’t say that because… well, it tickles way too much, but I can at least know it. I like these toothbrushes tickling my tummy.’ Along with her lack of begging, Jen conveyed her positive thoughts by not squirming very much, accepting that she would be tickled and trying her best to enjoy it.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle, Jen!” Wendy added in some teasing, which Jen could unfortunately not hear over her laughter. “I’ve got your ticklish tummy trapped in my Tummy Tormenter, and I’m going to tickle you for as long as I want.” Following a few minutes of toothbrush tickles, Wendy pressed another button to cause the buzzing brushes to retract. This time, she opted to give Jen some time to rest, observing how effective the tool was on her ticklee. She did think about what tool she wanted to use next, and when Jen seemed to be relatively recovered, the Tickle Mistress announced, “Jen, I think I’m going to have my Tummy Tormenter paint a picture on you next. Of course, I don’t have paint that can be used with it, so you’ll just have to settle for the brushes for now. But don’t worry: one day, I’ll get washable paint, and we’ll really paint a picture on that tummy of yours. And for now, let’s have some fun!”
“WHOHOHOHOHOHOA!” Despite the rather lengthy explanation, Jen was still a little shocked when the paintbrushes began brushing up against her stomach. “THIHIHIHIS IHIHIHIS PREHEHEHETTEHEHE GOHOHOHOHOHOOD!” The ticklee continued to enjoy her tickling as the brushes moved in a motion that would have painted some sort of picture had there been actual paint on them. The subject of the picture and how accurate it would have been was questionable, given that there was nothing visible to show that, but based on the reaction, Jen would have enjoyed the tickly painting. “IHIHIHIHI LIHIHIHIHIKE THIHIHIHIS!” Several paintbrushes took turns dipping into Jen’s bellybutton and coming out at different angles as if they were brushing over, and a few of them dove in and painted around in there. “AHAHAHAHA IHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES SOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUCH THEHEHEHERE!” Jen laughed as she felt her tickle button being targeted. Finally, after around ten minutes of ‘painting’ Jen’s midriff, Wendy turned off the paintbrushes.
Given Jen’s immense enjoyment and relatively energetic state, Wendy was going to turn on flossers next, but Izzy returned and announced, “Mistress, the cooks sent me down here to inform you that dinner for you and Miss Jen is ready. As soon as you want to, please come upstairs.”
“Thank you, Izzy; let’s get Jen untied and then head up,” Wendy replied. “Please help me untie her.” Izzy did so, and she also helped Jen to the elevator. “How did you like my Tummy Tormentor, Jen?”
“Well, it didn’t do a ton to torment me, but I’m assuming that’s because of how much I enjoy being tickled,” Jen noted. “It certainly tickled tons. I’d like to go in there again sometime.”
“Yes, for everyone else, the tickling a ton is enough for it to be considered torment,” Wendy acknowledged. “You know, I’ve had several different people locked up in that thing, including Queen Mistress Heather. Not too long after I purchased the dungeon equipment, I invited her over and tested it on her. She went through a very similar procedure, and she was quite a fun victim to have in there. However, the next day, I learned that she did not think so much of it. She did think that it tickled a ton, but she was not a fan of that. Since she was my boss, I spent the whole day getting tickle tortured by her and others in some stocks that she kept in her office. But overall, it was worth it, since it proved that the Tummy Tormentor worked very well. Sorry for going off on a tangent there.”
“That’s fine,” Jen always enjoyed hearing the little stories. “Gives me something to imagine, seeing Queen Mistress Heather that helpless. It’s also a huge honor to be tickled in the same place as she was, well, at some point.”
The conversation died down as the elevator doors opened and the three headed to the dinner table. Layla was standing up at the table, waiting for her mistress and the guest to be seated, but she did proclaim, “Mistress Wendy and Miss Jen, I am very sorry for participating in your tickle torture earlier.”
“You’re forgiven,” Wendy prevented her servant from any expansion of the apology as she and Jen sat down. “Now sit down, and you too, Ava and Izzy,” she addressed three of the servants. “You must be exhausted from all that tickling punishment. Let’s get some food.” With the five at the table, they were soon joined by a few of Tickle Mistress Wendy’s other servants, and the food was brought out fairly quickly. Very hungry from all the tickling she had already endured since lunch, Jen devoured her food, as did the servants. Tickle Mistress Wendy ate slower, since she had been tickled less, but she was still noticeably hungry. Following around an hour of dinner and some dessert, everyone got up from the table, and Layla, Wendy, and Jen headed to the living room, while the other servants went on to their duties. “Jen, I wanted to know if you have any questions about what you’re going to be doing the next week?”
“I don’t know,” Jen had not considered the next week very much in the ticklish rush she had been on since she headed out from Queen Mistress Heather’s palace. “I guess I’ve got one. I’ll be heading to Transporter Training, but I’m only going on one mission as a transporter. Will I be trained more in capturing and tickle slaving techniques, I guess it would be, or what?”
“You’ll be trained in trying to break down people through tickling,” Wendy dictated. “And you may be trained in basic tickling capture, where you tickle someone to help capture them. But you probably won’t go through any advanced interrogation techniques. Most Tickle Cartel ships, like the one you came on, use machines to do the big breaking job of ticklees as they come over here. You’ll mostly be introduced to the Tickle Cartel philosophy and how we treat tickle slaves, and you should be told to respect them. There will also be some training on identification of most ticklish spots and some interactive testing. I think you’ll have a lot of fun with that. Other than that, I don’t know that much. It’s been a while since I sat in on a class there, and that’s what I can remember from what they were doing then. Sorry if that doesn’t clear things up as much as you want.”
“That’s actually a really good explanation; it helps a lot,” Jen lit up Wendy’s face with her answer. “I have another question that you may or may not be able to answer. Since I’m not bringing Maddie back here just to be a tickle slave, do you think the trip home and back here will be shorter?”
“Good question,” Wendy stated. “I can’t answer that because I have no clue. Maybe it will go faster, but they may just want to go the same pace as usual. I actually don’t know if they go slower when bringing back tickle slaves to give more time to train them or if that’s just how long it takes to get back here. Sorry.”
“That’s fine; I’m sure I’ll figure it out later,” Jen responded. Thinking for another minute or so, she continued, “I think that’s all the questions I have for now. Did you have anything else planned?”
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Chapter 10: Afternoon of Fun, Part 8
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Chapter 10: Afternoon of Fun, Part 6
“You look like you had a good time in there, Jen,” Wendy addressed her smiling companion as they walked out to her T cart. “And I saw that you came out of the ticklee section this last time. Care to elaborate on the sessions?”
“I met this great woman in there!” Jen was happy to elaborate. “Her name is Dawn, and she’s a lot like me. She likes to tickle and be tickled, and she’s so fun on both sides! I tickled her tummy first, and she’s super ticklish, especially on her outie bellybutton. Then we got to talking a little, and we realized that we both like being on both sides of the feather. Since we had so much fun, we decided to swap roles, and boy, was that worth it! We both wrecked each other pretty good, and it was just a blast. I think I’ll have to come here some other time so that I can tickle Dawn and she can tickle me again.”
“Wow, I’m so glad you met someone a lot like you,” Wendy smiled, pleased and a little surprised that someone else liked both sides of tickling as much as Jen. “She sounds like lots of fun. I’ll get some passes for here for you to make sure you can go again. I have a question for you, though. Do you think Maddie would like Tummy Paradise?”
“She would love to tickle someone in there,” Jen responded with a huge smile. “Being tickled, not so much, but tickling someone else, she’d be all in.”
“Then I’ll make sure to get passes for her, too,” Wendy decided. “When you get back from bringing her here, I’ll take you both over. And I’m sure they’ll be more opportunities.”
“Great, thanks, Tickle Mistress Wendy!” Jen was practically bouncing with excitement as the T cart rolled along towards Wendy’s home. “I hope we can also just meet up and hang out, too. I think that would be fun to do.”
“Of course, we can do whatever you want to do, tickle-related or otherwise,” Tickle Mistress Wendy confirmed. “I should tell you that we’re heading back to my home. The servants will be cooking dinner soon. I was planning on having steak. Would you like that, or would you prefer something else? I’ll have them get whatever you want.”
“Steak would be great,” Jen replied with an approving smile. “I haven’t had that in a long time, and I always loved it.”
“Good,” Wendy smiled back. “I’ll make sure they have plenty ready for both of us. In the meantime, I thought we could just do some activities at my house. I have some planned already, and I’ll let you know what they are when we get back there.”
“Okay,” Jen was chipper, looking forward to the activities that Tickle Mistress Wendy had planned out. They chatted the rest of the way back, and when they got back, Wendy parked the T cart inside a small garage before leading Jen inside.
“Mistress, we have finished our tickle punishments, and we are very sorry that we tickled you and Miss Jen on the way to the beach,” Ava spoke for both her and Izzy, addressing the two at the front door when they came inside.
“I’m glad you learned your lesson, and consider yourselves back in good standing with me,” Wendy smiled in her response. “Now, I need you two to hogtie Jen. Tickle her if you need to do so to get her restrained.”
“What?” Jen was surprised, but she failed to react in time to prevent herself from being tackled by the two servants. She struggled, but the two were able to hogtie her easily, not even needing to tickle her due to her initial shock. “Wendy, what’s going on?”
“I’m going to show you my personal dungeon,” Wendy proclaimed. “The dungeon these two were being tickled in earlier was just a punishment dungeon for the servants, but I have a small cell downstairs. And I’m going to tickle you in it. As for the hogtying, I just wanted your belly exposed for some tickles on the way. Ava, Izzy, carry Jen downstairs to the dungeon cell.” The two servants again complied and carried Jen faceup, leaving her stomach exposed. Wendy took advantage of this once they got into a small elevator, tickling Jen’s most sensitive spot for the short ride down. Feeling exceptionally ticklish from all the tickling she’d had, Jen squealed and attempted to squirm away, but her tickler’s fingers easily followed her movements and continued tickling her midriff. After the short ride down, Jen was taken to a small dungeon cell. “Jen, what do you think of it?”
Jen looked around the cell. There were a few different bondage devices: stocks, a rack, a table with restraints on it, and an X-frame. In addition, there were tickle tool shelves by each set of bondage, labeled and everything. Ropes and other restraining materials were organized in one corner to complete the dungeon setup. Overall, though, it was very small, which Jen assumed was because you could only make a personal dungeon so large at a reasonable price. “It definitely feels like a dungeon fit for a single ticklee,” Jen finally answered the question.
“Yeah, expanding it much more will have to wait; that’s just too expensive,” Wendy declared, admiring the cell. “But I’m glad you think it feels like a dungeon. That’s the goal. Now, Ava and Izzy, tie Jen to the Tummy Tormentor.”
The two servants brought Jen over to the X-frame, apparently also known as the Tummy Tormentor. While they untied Jen, they kept a firm grip on her wrists to keep her from attempting an escape. Jen had no chance to get out before Ava and Izzy began chaining her to the X-frame. The only positive thing Jen could see right away was that the chains used on her wrists and ankles had a protective layer, so aside from exhaustion, she should be fine afterwards. “What now, Wendy?” she wondered once she was fully restrained.
“Now I’ll demonstrate the Tummy Tormentor on you,” Wendy went over and retrieved a remote from near Jen. “It probably won’t be tickle torture to you like it was to many of my other tummy-ticklish ticklees, but it should tickle a fair amount. Let’s start with… feathers!”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA YEHEHEHEHEHES!” Jen began laughing as Wendy pressed a button and the tickling began. Feathers came out, held by mechanical arms, and brushed all over her ticklish torso. Like normal, the tickling was quite light, and it almost felt like a feather duster to Jen. “THIHIHIHIS IHIHIHIHIS FUHUHUHUHUN!” Jen very much enjoyed being tickled by feathers and feather dusters, so this was definitely a fun experience for her. To get the best reaction out of Jen, Wendy came over and manually adjusted one of the arms so that a feather was targeting her ticklee’s bellybutton, obtaining greater laughter from and more enjoyment for Jen. “THAHAHAHAHANKS WEHEHEHEHENDY!”
“I’m glad you enjoy this, Jen,” Wendy commented. “Let’s see what else we can use on that tummy of yours. I think it’s time for some electric toothbrushes.”
Jen heard the buzzing of the replacement tool as the feathers left her midriff. Once the buzzing started, there was not much time before she felt the toothbrushes tickling her abdomen. “AHAHAHAHAHA THIHIHIHIHIS TIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLEHEHES! SOHOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUHUHUCH! AHAHAHAHAHA!” Toothbrushes had always worked quite well on Jen, and this was no exception. A well-programmed robotic arm placed one of the buzzing tools right in her navel to force Jen to laugh as hard as she could, “WOHOHOHOHOHOW! THIHIHIHIS REHEHEHEHEALLY TIHIHIHIHICKLEHEHEHS! AHAHAHAHAHA!” Jen threw her head back, laughing hysterically as the toothbrushes worked on her midsection.
‘This is still really fun, even though it tickles tons,’ Jen told herself. ‘I can’t say that because… well, it tickles way too much, but I can at least know it. I like these toothbrushes tickling my tummy.’ Along with her lack of begging, Jen conveyed her positive thoughts by not squirming very much, accepting that she would be tickled and trying her best to enjoy it.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle, Jen!” Wendy added in some teasing, which Jen could unfortunately not hear over her laughter. “I’ve got your ticklish tummy trapped in my Tummy Tormenter, and I’m going to tickle you for as long as I want.” Following a few minutes of toothbrush tickles, Wendy pressed another button to cause the buzzing brushes to retract. This time, she opted to give Jen some time to rest, observing how effective the tool was on her ticklee. She did think about what tool she wanted to use next, and when Jen seemed to be relatively recovered, the Tickle Mistress announced, “Jen, I think I’m going to have my Tummy Tormenter paint a picture on you next. Of course, I don’t have paint that can be used with it, so you’ll just have to settle for the brushes for now. But don’t worry: one day, I’ll get washable paint, and we’ll really paint a picture on that tummy of yours. And for now, let’s have some fun!”
“WHOHOHOHOHOHOA!” Despite the rather lengthy explanation, Jen was still a little shocked when the paintbrushes began brushing up against her stomach. “THIHIHIHIS IHIHIHIS PREHEHEHETTEHEHE GOHOHOHOHOHOOD!” The ticklee continued to enjoy her tickling as the brushes moved in a motion that would have painted some sort of picture had there been actual paint on them. The subject of the picture and how accurate it would have been was questionable, given that there was nothing visible to show that, but based on the reaction, Jen would have enjoyed the tickly painting. “IHIHIHIHI LIHIHIHIHIKE THIHIHIHIS!” Several paintbrushes took turns dipping into Jen’s bellybutton and coming out at different angles as if they were brushing over, and a few of them dove in and painted around in there. “AHAHAHAHA IHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES SOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUCH THEHEHEHERE!” Jen laughed as she felt her tickle button being targeted. Finally, after around ten minutes of ‘painting’ Jen’s midriff, Wendy turned off the paintbrushes.
Given Jen’s immense enjoyment and relatively energetic state, Wendy was going to turn on flossers next, but Izzy returned and announced, “Mistress, the cooks sent me down here to inform you that dinner for you and Miss Jen is ready. As soon as you want to, please come upstairs.”
“Thank you, Izzy; let’s get Jen untied and then head up,” Wendy replied. “Please help me untie her.” Izzy did so, and she also helped Jen to the elevator. “How did you like my Tummy Tormentor, Jen?”
“Well, it didn’t do a ton to torment me, but I’m assuming that’s because of how much I enjoy being tickled,” Jen noted. “It certainly tickled tons. I’d like to go in there again sometime.”
“Yes, for everyone else, the tickling a ton is enough for it to be considered torment,” Wendy acknowledged. “You know, I’ve had several different people locked up in that thing, including Queen Mistress Heather. Not too long after I purchased the dungeon equipment, I invited her over and tested it on her. She went through a very similar procedure, and she was quite a fun victim to have in there. However, the next day, I learned that she did not think so much of it. She did think that it tickled a ton, but she was not a fan of that. Since she was my boss, I spent the whole day getting tickle tortured by her and others in some stocks that she kept in her office. But overall, it was worth it, since it proved that the Tummy Tormentor worked very well. Sorry for going off on a tangent there.”
“That’s fine,” Jen always enjoyed hearing the little stories. “Gives me something to imagine, seeing Queen Mistress Heather that helpless. It’s also a huge honor to be tickled in the same place as she was, well, at some point.”
The conversation died down as the elevator doors opened and the three headed to the dinner table. Layla was standing up at the table, waiting for her mistress and the guest to be seated, but she did proclaim, “Mistress Wendy and Miss Jen, I am very sorry for participating in your tickle torture earlier.”
“You’re forgiven,” Wendy prevented her servant from any expansion of the apology as she and Jen sat down. “Now sit down, and you too, Ava and Izzy,” she addressed three of the servants. “You must be exhausted from all that tickling punishment. Let’s get some food.” With the five at the table, they were soon joined by a few of Tickle Mistress Wendy’s other servants, and the food was brought out fairly quickly. Very hungry from all the tickling she had already endured since lunch, Jen devoured her food, as did the servants. Tickle Mistress Wendy ate slower, since she had been tickled less, but she was still noticeably hungry. Following around an hour of dinner and some dessert, everyone got up from the table, and Layla, Wendy, and Jen headed to the living room, while the other servants went on to their duties. “Jen, I wanted to know if you have any questions about what you’re going to be doing the next week?”
“I don’t know,” Jen had not considered the next week very much in the ticklish rush she had been on since she headed out from Queen Mistress Heather’s palace. “I guess I’ve got one. I’ll be heading to Transporter Training, but I’m only going on one mission as a transporter. Will I be trained more in capturing and tickle slaving techniques, I guess it would be, or what?”
“You’ll be trained in trying to break down people through tickling,” Wendy dictated. “And you may be trained in basic tickling capture, where you tickle someone to help capture them. But you probably won’t go through any advanced interrogation techniques. Most Tickle Cartel ships, like the one you came on, use machines to do the big breaking job of ticklees as they come over here. You’ll mostly be introduced to the Tickle Cartel philosophy and how we treat tickle slaves, and you should be told to respect them. There will also be some training on identification of most ticklish spots and some interactive testing. I think you’ll have a lot of fun with that. Other than that, I don’t know that much. It’s been a while since I sat in on a class there, and that’s what I can remember from what they were doing then. Sorry if that doesn’t clear things up as much as you want.”
“That’s actually a really good explanation; it helps a lot,” Jen lit up Wendy’s face with her answer. “I have another question that you may or may not be able to answer. Since I’m not bringing Maddie back here just to be a tickle slave, do you think the trip home and back here will be shorter?”
“Good question,” Wendy stated. “I can’t answer that because I have no clue. Maybe it will go faster, but they may just want to go the same pace as usual. I actually don’t know if they go slower when bringing back tickle slaves to give more time to train them or if that’s just how long it takes to get back here. Sorry.”
“That’s fine; I’m sure I’ll figure it out later,” Jen responded. Thinking for another minute or so, she continued, “I think that’s all the questions I have for now. Did you have anything else planned?”
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Chapter 10: Afternoon of Fun, Part 8
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