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Here is part 4 of Chapter 19 of The Tickle Cartel. I hope you enjoy it! Please let me know what you think, and thank you for reading!
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Chapter 19: Testing Maddie, Part 3
Just like Jen had been, Maddie was starstruck and a little intimidated when she first saw Queen Mistress Heather. The Queen Mistress was wearing a similar, but different colored, dress compared to when Jen had first come into the throne room, and she beckoned the three forward. Despite being in awe of the ruler of the Tickle Cartel’s appearance, Maddie still managed to remember to curtsy, as did Jen and Wendy. “Welcome to my palace, Maddie,” the Queen Mistress’ voice carried authority. “And welcome back, Jen and Wendy. Thank you all so much for coming on short notice.”
“T-thank you for in-inviting us, Miss Q-Queen Mistress,” Maddie stumbled over her words, and her face turned red as she curtsied again.
“The pleasure is all mine, Maddie,” the ruler of the Tickle Cartel addressed the humbled applicant. “I have heard and seen a lot of great things about you.”
“Thank you for having us here, Queen Mistress,” Jen tried to relieve Maddie by offering her thanks to the occupant of the throne.
“Queen Mistress, it’s always a pleasure to be invited here,” Tickle Mistress Wendy was much more relaxed than the two best friends next to her.
“Please sit, you three,” Heather directed the three to chairs near her. Seeing that Maddie was still red in the face from her nervous stutter earlier, the Queen Mistress reassured her, “Maddie, you are doing perfectly great so far.” Maddie blushed and tried to get the embarrassment off her face. “Jen told me a little about you when she was pressing to get you a shot at this interview, but I’d like to hear some more. Tell me about yourself. And relax, this will have no bearing on what I decide.”
“Um, well, I’m Maddie, like you know,” Maddie took a deep breath after reintroducing herself. “I’m nineteen, the same age as Jen, and I’m from North Carolina. But you probably know all that. Sorry, what exactly do you want to know about me?”
“Just general information,” the Queen Mistress requested. “I’ve watched footage of you in the tickle dungeon cell that you had on the ship, so I already know your tickle spot.” She winked at Maddie, who blushed nervously at the thought of her bellybutton being tickled again. “But I’d like to hear about your thoughts on tickling others, and if there’s anything about you that you want to share.”
“Well, as far as tickling others, I love it,” Maddie was much more confident now that she had a topic to focus on. “I’ve always loved being a tickler, and Jen has felt a lot of that. I’m not sure if you also saw this, but I had tons of fun when I was tickling your servant Diana, especially her feet. I also love tickling Jen, since we’re best friends and she’s just so fun to tickle. When I heard that Jen brought me back to audition to be a Dungeon Tickler, I got really excited, because it sounds like I’ll be getting to do that a lot if you approve.”
“I did see how you tickled Diana on the ship, and I must say, I was quite impressed,” Queen Mistress Heather revealed her approval of Maddie’s methods on the ship when the latter paused. “She certainly deserved every single stroke that you tickled her with, and I was rather happy to see that you and Jen both fully delivered on her punishments. Anything else that you want to share?”
“Well, I was studying to become a doctor at the University of North Carolina, but this seems like a much more exciting job opportunity,” Maddie proclaimed. “I’m really glad that both Jen and I are getting a chance to work for the Tickle Cartel.”
“Well, I’m pleased that you took the chance to come here and interview for the job, even if it was under slightly false pretenses,” the Queen Mistress announced. “I did see how Jen revealed to you what you really signed up for, and although I made her do it that way, I’m glad to see that you seem to like the real opportunity.”
“Well, she was mostly truthful, even if she didn’t tell me exactly who I’d be working for,” Maddie stated, not wanting to ruin any part of the opportunity.
The Queen Mistress did not immediately respond to this verbally, instead just opting to smile in approval. After several seconds of silence, she moved the process along, “Well, Maddie, I saw what you did on the ship, but I still want to see your skills in person. Cammy has been tied up over there, and I’d like you to tickle her. I want you to do your absolute best, and do not stop until I say so.”
“Alright,” Maddie looked over to see Cammy tied up on the same tickle table that the servant had been bound to when Jen was tested. She walked to the restrained ticklee before confirming the conditions, “Just to be clear, you want me to tickle her, and not hold back at all, until you tell me to stop?”
“Yes, that is correct,” Heather affirmed.
“Alright, let’s see just how ticklish this servant of yours is,” Maddie focused her eyes on Cammy’s bikini-clad body. She wiggled her fingers about a foot above the servant’s body, and her ticklee followed the fingers with her eyes intently. Seeing the positive reaction that she was getting just from threatening the tickles, the tickler continued this for a little while before deciding, “Let’s start at… this spot!”
Maddie dashed to Cammy’s bare feet and tickled up and down them. Immediately, the servant broke out into soft giggles. Easily able to see that the feet were not her ticklee’s weakness, the tickler made sure to check every spot on them before wiggling her fingers up Cammy’s legs, getting a slight uptick in laughter. That increased laughter took a turn down when Maddie hit the knees, only to go right back up when the tickling continued to the upper legs. Suddenly, Cammy shrieked as the tickle technique swapped to a squeezing of her hips, and then she broke into full laughter when light tickles hit her abdomen. “Ah, a ticklish tummy, I see,” Maddie noted before moving her feather-light strokes up to the servant’s ribs. Once again, Cammy’s laughter died down plenty, and it never came back up to the same level when Maddie explored her armpits and neck. To be thorough, the tickler even checked her ticklee’s ears and wrists, but those spots failed to earn even a single giggle. “Well, Cammy,” Maddie addressed her ticklee, fingers hovering over the ticklish torso, “I think it’s time we have some real fun finding out just how sensitive your stomach is.”
“NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!” Cammy broke into pleading laughter the moment Maddie’s fingers touched back down on her midriff.
“Yeeeeeeeeees,” Maddie’s demeanor became sadistic as she mocked the servant’s drawn-out beg by giving her a drawn-out tease. “It’s time to laugh, Cammy, because this belly of yours is all mine. Until Queen Mistress Heather tells me to stop, I get to tickle, tickle, tickle torture your extremely ticklish tummy. What do you have to say to that?”
“STAHAHAHAHAHAP! IHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHANT AHAHAHAHA!” Cammy begged as her midsection was tickle tortured.
“You can’t what?” Maddie continued to sadistically taunt her ticklee. “Can’t stop me from tickle torturing you? That’s right, you can’t. The only person who can stop it is Queen Mistress Heather, and she already said that she likes my tickling skills. You’re in for the long haul, Cammy; get used to laughing like this.”
“PLEAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHAHAHAHAHA!” Cammy went hysterical, with even short pleas interrupted by laughter. “GRAHAHAHAHA! GRAHAHA! MIHAHAHAHA! GRAHAHAHA!”
It took a few times, but Queen Mistress Heather eventually realized that Cammy was trying to say her safe word, and she immediately ordered Maddie, “Maddie, stop tickling her!”
“Yes, Queen Mistress,” Maddie lifted her fingers from the exhausted servant’s stomach and then turned to Queen Mistress Heather, awaiting her next instructions.
“Very impressive, Maddie,” the leader of the Tickle Cartel complimented the newest recruit. “Come here.” Maddie walked over to the throne, where the Queen Mistress informed her just how impressive her feat was, “You only took just over two minutes to make Cammy give in. Jen took almost a minute longer than you, and other than you two, only Dungeon Mistress Yvette has broken Cammy down so quickly. And your technique was so fun to watch. I loved the sadism that you seemed to exhibit when targeting her tummy. Plus, you found her most ticklish spot in a very efficient manner. These are all good signs, Maddie. You may just be a natural for a Dungeon Tickler job.”
Maddie beamed at the praise, and the approval of her first live tickling session gave her the confidence that she had the necessary skills to impress her interviewer. “Thank you very much, Queen Mistress,” she humbly curtsied to the powerful woman on the throne. “That means the world coming from you.”
“Well, you earned that praise,” Heather declared. “Your interview is not done quite yet, though. You still have some people to tickle, but right now, seize her.” Maddie confusingly eyed the woman in charge until her arms were grabbed by two guards, at which point she realized who was supposed to be seized. Now panicking, she looked to the Queen Mistress for help, but her superior just stated, “I saw you get tickled a decent bit on the ship, and I couldn’t resist testing out how ticklish your bellybutton really is.”
“Please, Queen Mistress!” Maddie was now the one begging. “It’s really, really ticklish, and I can’t take any tickles on it. Please don’t do this.”
“Q-MMPH!” Jen started to speak up in defense of Maddie, but Wendy quickly clamped a hand over her mouth.
“Don’t say anything, Jen,” the Tickle Mistress whispered into Jen’s ear. “The Queen Mistress will tickle Maddie no matter what you say, and you’ll only get yourself in trouble if you speak up. When we spoke in detail about me having you and Maddie over, the Queen Mistress informed me of her intention to test Maddie’s sensitivity. She promised me that she would not tickle Maddie very long if she proved to hate being tickled. I trust that the Queen Mistress will keep her word, and you should, too.” Jen looked at Wendy with wary eyes, and upon seeing the Tickle Mistress’ serious eyes, she let her resistance fade.
“Relax, Maddie,” Heather unsuccessfully attempted to reassure the woman being bound to the rack that Cammy had just been tickle tortured on. “I have no intentions of tickle torturing you. If you truly do not like being tickled, you will not be on here for long. However, I do want to test you, just to fulfill my curiosity.”
Maddie reluctantly let go of her own resistance, and she was soon tied to the rack. After a slight stretching, not enough to pull her body anywhere close to taut, the ticklee was approached by the Queen Mistress. Fear remained in her eyes, and that emotion only grew stronger when Heather reached down with a single fingernail and probed the ticklish innie. “AHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO!” Maddie squealed out as her bellybutton endured a quick, soft finger wiggle.
“Just as ticklish as I expected,” the Queen Mistress commented. “Let’s see if you can handle tools at all.”
“Please, QUEHEHEEN AHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO IHIHIHI CAHAHAHANT!” Maddie’s pleas were interrupted by laughter when an electric flosser touched down on her tickle button. “PLEHEHEHEASE!”
“You can’t take that tool,” Heather decided, removing the tool after ten seconds. “How about this one?”
“AHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHO NOHOHOHOT THEHEHERE!” Maddie continued to beg when an electric toothbrush buzzed inside her bellybutton.
“Or that one,” the Queen Mistress realized, once again taking out the tool after ten seconds. “How about this? PFFFFFT!”
“STAHAHAHAHAP!” Maddie could not take the single raspberry that the was blown into her button.
“Not raspberries, either,” Heather noted. “Now, I’m pretty sure I know the answer on this one, given how Jen threatened you with it, but let’s test it out.”
“NONONONONONO PLEHEHEHEASE NOHOHOHO CAHAHAHANT NONONONO!” Despite a quick break following the zerbert, Maddie’s pleas came back in full force when the paintbrush swirled around her navel. She thrashed around enough to get the table to add into the noise as her least favorite tool was used in her most ticklish spot. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”
“Okay, that’s a big no,” Queen Mistress Heather concluded. “What about this?”
“IHIHIHITS NOHOHOHOT AHAHAHAS BAHAHAD, BUHUHUT IHIHIHIHI DOHOHOHONT LIHIHIKE IHIHIHIT!” Maddie actually spoke a complete sentence when the feather was used in her tickle button.
“Okay, that was enough of a test; release her now,” the Queen Mistress declared as she removed the feather. “You are really weak to tickles, Maddie. I expected it after watching the footage from the ship, but it was necessary to confirm. You will not join Jen if I end up giving her permission to volunteer to have Dungeon Ticklers practice their tickling on her. Now come, sit down. Diana, please get Maddie some water. I’d like to talk to her and Jen about the ship footage before I have Maddie do another tickling demonstration.”
“Thank you, Diana, and thank you, Queen Mistress,” Maddie offered thanks when the water was handed to her.
As Maddie began to sip the water and regain her energy, the Queen Mistress told Jen and her what she thought of their tickling in the dungeon cell.
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Chapter 19: Testing Maddie, Part 3
Just like Jen had been, Maddie was starstruck and a little intimidated when she first saw Queen Mistress Heather. The Queen Mistress was wearing a similar, but different colored, dress compared to when Jen had first come into the throne room, and she beckoned the three forward. Despite being in awe of the ruler of the Tickle Cartel’s appearance, Maddie still managed to remember to curtsy, as did Jen and Wendy. “Welcome to my palace, Maddie,” the Queen Mistress’ voice carried authority. “And welcome back, Jen and Wendy. Thank you all so much for coming on short notice.”
“T-thank you for in-inviting us, Miss Q-Queen Mistress,” Maddie stumbled over her words, and her face turned red as she curtsied again.
“The pleasure is all mine, Maddie,” the ruler of the Tickle Cartel addressed the humbled applicant. “I have heard and seen a lot of great things about you.”
“Thank you for having us here, Queen Mistress,” Jen tried to relieve Maddie by offering her thanks to the occupant of the throne.
“Queen Mistress, it’s always a pleasure to be invited here,” Tickle Mistress Wendy was much more relaxed than the two best friends next to her.
“Please sit, you three,” Heather directed the three to chairs near her. Seeing that Maddie was still red in the face from her nervous stutter earlier, the Queen Mistress reassured her, “Maddie, you are doing perfectly great so far.” Maddie blushed and tried to get the embarrassment off her face. “Jen told me a little about you when she was pressing to get you a shot at this interview, but I’d like to hear some more. Tell me about yourself. And relax, this will have no bearing on what I decide.”
“Um, well, I’m Maddie, like you know,” Maddie took a deep breath after reintroducing herself. “I’m nineteen, the same age as Jen, and I’m from North Carolina. But you probably know all that. Sorry, what exactly do you want to know about me?”
“Just general information,” the Queen Mistress requested. “I’ve watched footage of you in the tickle dungeon cell that you had on the ship, so I already know your tickle spot.” She winked at Maddie, who blushed nervously at the thought of her bellybutton being tickled again. “But I’d like to hear about your thoughts on tickling others, and if there’s anything about you that you want to share.”
“Well, as far as tickling others, I love it,” Maddie was much more confident now that she had a topic to focus on. “I’ve always loved being a tickler, and Jen has felt a lot of that. I’m not sure if you also saw this, but I had tons of fun when I was tickling your servant Diana, especially her feet. I also love tickling Jen, since we’re best friends and she’s just so fun to tickle. When I heard that Jen brought me back to audition to be a Dungeon Tickler, I got really excited, because it sounds like I’ll be getting to do that a lot if you approve.”
“I did see how you tickled Diana on the ship, and I must say, I was quite impressed,” Queen Mistress Heather revealed her approval of Maddie’s methods on the ship when the latter paused. “She certainly deserved every single stroke that you tickled her with, and I was rather happy to see that you and Jen both fully delivered on her punishments. Anything else that you want to share?”
“Well, I was studying to become a doctor at the University of North Carolina, but this seems like a much more exciting job opportunity,” Maddie proclaimed. “I’m really glad that both Jen and I are getting a chance to work for the Tickle Cartel.”
“Well, I’m pleased that you took the chance to come here and interview for the job, even if it was under slightly false pretenses,” the Queen Mistress announced. “I did see how Jen revealed to you what you really signed up for, and although I made her do it that way, I’m glad to see that you seem to like the real opportunity.”
“Well, she was mostly truthful, even if she didn’t tell me exactly who I’d be working for,” Maddie stated, not wanting to ruin any part of the opportunity.
The Queen Mistress did not immediately respond to this verbally, instead just opting to smile in approval. After several seconds of silence, she moved the process along, “Well, Maddie, I saw what you did on the ship, but I still want to see your skills in person. Cammy has been tied up over there, and I’d like you to tickle her. I want you to do your absolute best, and do not stop until I say so.”
“Alright,” Maddie looked over to see Cammy tied up on the same tickle table that the servant had been bound to when Jen was tested. She walked to the restrained ticklee before confirming the conditions, “Just to be clear, you want me to tickle her, and not hold back at all, until you tell me to stop?”
“Yes, that is correct,” Heather affirmed.
“Alright, let’s see just how ticklish this servant of yours is,” Maddie focused her eyes on Cammy’s bikini-clad body. She wiggled her fingers about a foot above the servant’s body, and her ticklee followed the fingers with her eyes intently. Seeing the positive reaction that she was getting just from threatening the tickles, the tickler continued this for a little while before deciding, “Let’s start at… this spot!”
Maddie dashed to Cammy’s bare feet and tickled up and down them. Immediately, the servant broke out into soft giggles. Easily able to see that the feet were not her ticklee’s weakness, the tickler made sure to check every spot on them before wiggling her fingers up Cammy’s legs, getting a slight uptick in laughter. That increased laughter took a turn down when Maddie hit the knees, only to go right back up when the tickling continued to the upper legs. Suddenly, Cammy shrieked as the tickle technique swapped to a squeezing of her hips, and then she broke into full laughter when light tickles hit her abdomen. “Ah, a ticklish tummy, I see,” Maddie noted before moving her feather-light strokes up to the servant’s ribs. Once again, Cammy’s laughter died down plenty, and it never came back up to the same level when Maddie explored her armpits and neck. To be thorough, the tickler even checked her ticklee’s ears and wrists, but those spots failed to earn even a single giggle. “Well, Cammy,” Maddie addressed her ticklee, fingers hovering over the ticklish torso, “I think it’s time we have some real fun finding out just how sensitive your stomach is.”
“NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!” Cammy broke into pleading laughter the moment Maddie’s fingers touched back down on her midriff.
“Yeeeeeeeeees,” Maddie’s demeanor became sadistic as she mocked the servant’s drawn-out beg by giving her a drawn-out tease. “It’s time to laugh, Cammy, because this belly of yours is all mine. Until Queen Mistress Heather tells me to stop, I get to tickle, tickle, tickle torture your extremely ticklish tummy. What do you have to say to that?”
“STAHAHAHAHAHAP! IHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHANT AHAHAHAHA!” Cammy begged as her midsection was tickle tortured.
“You can’t what?” Maddie continued to sadistically taunt her ticklee. “Can’t stop me from tickle torturing you? That’s right, you can’t. The only person who can stop it is Queen Mistress Heather, and she already said that she likes my tickling skills. You’re in for the long haul, Cammy; get used to laughing like this.”
“PLEAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHAHAHAHAHA!” Cammy went hysterical, with even short pleas interrupted by laughter. “GRAHAHAHAHA! GRAHAHA! MIHAHAHAHA! GRAHAHAHA!”
It took a few times, but Queen Mistress Heather eventually realized that Cammy was trying to say her safe word, and she immediately ordered Maddie, “Maddie, stop tickling her!”
“Yes, Queen Mistress,” Maddie lifted her fingers from the exhausted servant’s stomach and then turned to Queen Mistress Heather, awaiting her next instructions.
“Very impressive, Maddie,” the leader of the Tickle Cartel complimented the newest recruit. “Come here.” Maddie walked over to the throne, where the Queen Mistress informed her just how impressive her feat was, “You only took just over two minutes to make Cammy give in. Jen took almost a minute longer than you, and other than you two, only Dungeon Mistress Yvette has broken Cammy down so quickly. And your technique was so fun to watch. I loved the sadism that you seemed to exhibit when targeting her tummy. Plus, you found her most ticklish spot in a very efficient manner. These are all good signs, Maddie. You may just be a natural for a Dungeon Tickler job.”
Maddie beamed at the praise, and the approval of her first live tickling session gave her the confidence that she had the necessary skills to impress her interviewer. “Thank you very much, Queen Mistress,” she humbly curtsied to the powerful woman on the throne. “That means the world coming from you.”
“Well, you earned that praise,” Heather declared. “Your interview is not done quite yet, though. You still have some people to tickle, but right now, seize her.” Maddie confusingly eyed the woman in charge until her arms were grabbed by two guards, at which point she realized who was supposed to be seized. Now panicking, she looked to the Queen Mistress for help, but her superior just stated, “I saw you get tickled a decent bit on the ship, and I couldn’t resist testing out how ticklish your bellybutton really is.”
“Please, Queen Mistress!” Maddie was now the one begging. “It’s really, really ticklish, and I can’t take any tickles on it. Please don’t do this.”
“Q-MMPH!” Jen started to speak up in defense of Maddie, but Wendy quickly clamped a hand over her mouth.
“Don’t say anything, Jen,” the Tickle Mistress whispered into Jen’s ear. “The Queen Mistress will tickle Maddie no matter what you say, and you’ll only get yourself in trouble if you speak up. When we spoke in detail about me having you and Maddie over, the Queen Mistress informed me of her intention to test Maddie’s sensitivity. She promised me that she would not tickle Maddie very long if she proved to hate being tickled. I trust that the Queen Mistress will keep her word, and you should, too.” Jen looked at Wendy with wary eyes, and upon seeing the Tickle Mistress’ serious eyes, she let her resistance fade.
“Relax, Maddie,” Heather unsuccessfully attempted to reassure the woman being bound to the rack that Cammy had just been tickle tortured on. “I have no intentions of tickle torturing you. If you truly do not like being tickled, you will not be on here for long. However, I do want to test you, just to fulfill my curiosity.”
Maddie reluctantly let go of her own resistance, and she was soon tied to the rack. After a slight stretching, not enough to pull her body anywhere close to taut, the ticklee was approached by the Queen Mistress. Fear remained in her eyes, and that emotion only grew stronger when Heather reached down with a single fingernail and probed the ticklish innie. “AHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO!” Maddie squealed out as her bellybutton endured a quick, soft finger wiggle.
“Just as ticklish as I expected,” the Queen Mistress commented. “Let’s see if you can handle tools at all.”
“Please, QUEHEHEEN AHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO IHIHIHI CAHAHAHANT!” Maddie’s pleas were interrupted by laughter when an electric flosser touched down on her tickle button. “PLEHEHEHEASE!”
“You can’t take that tool,” Heather decided, removing the tool after ten seconds. “How about this one?”
“AHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHO NOHOHOHOT THEHEHERE!” Maddie continued to beg when an electric toothbrush buzzed inside her bellybutton.
“Or that one,” the Queen Mistress realized, once again taking out the tool after ten seconds. “How about this? PFFFFFT!”
“STAHAHAHAHAP!” Maddie could not take the single raspberry that the was blown into her button.
“Not raspberries, either,” Heather noted. “Now, I’m pretty sure I know the answer on this one, given how Jen threatened you with it, but let’s test it out.”
“NONONONONONO PLEHEHEHEASE NOHOHOHO CAHAHAHANT NONONONO!” Despite a quick break following the zerbert, Maddie’s pleas came back in full force when the paintbrush swirled around her navel. She thrashed around enough to get the table to add into the noise as her least favorite tool was used in her most ticklish spot. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”
“Okay, that’s a big no,” Queen Mistress Heather concluded. “What about this?”
“IHIHIHITS NOHOHOHOT AHAHAHAS BAHAHAD, BUHUHUT IHIHIHIHI DOHOHOHONT LIHIHIKE IHIHIHIT!” Maddie actually spoke a complete sentence when the feather was used in her tickle button.
“Okay, that was enough of a test; release her now,” the Queen Mistress declared as she removed the feather. “You are really weak to tickles, Maddie. I expected it after watching the footage from the ship, but it was necessary to confirm. You will not join Jen if I end up giving her permission to volunteer to have Dungeon Ticklers practice their tickling on her. Now come, sit down. Diana, please get Maddie some water. I’d like to talk to her and Jen about the ship footage before I have Maddie do another tickling demonstration.”
“Thank you, Diana, and thank you, Queen Mistress,” Maddie offered thanks when the water was handed to her.
As Maddie began to sip the water and regain her energy, the Queen Mistress told Jen and her what she thought of their tickling in the dungeon cell.
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