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Chapter 3: Finding Jen’s Skill, Part 2
“Well, that will be another day,” Wendy resolved. “Right now, I promised you a tour of the Tickle Cartel headquarters.” She led the young girl out of the tickle torture room and to a medium-sized golf cart with three rows of seating. “I preordered this for us to take the tour in; come with me in the front. To start our tour, this is a T cart, the standard form of transportation around here. The reason it is called a T cart is that the driver has the option to activate restraints and/or ticklers for anyone else in the T cart. Other people can also twist and tickle all their ticklish spots. Anyways, let’s get started on the tour.” Wendy started up the T cart and drove onto a small path. “All throughout the island we are on, there are these little paths specifically meant for driving, as well as several others for walking. The driving paths are marked by gray roads, while the walking paths are typically green.” As they drove along the gray path, Wendy began to point out different buildings. “This general area, which takes up half of the island, is made for the tickle slave business. That is an auction house, where we actually sell the tickle slaves to our customers, but you will not likely spend any time there. The place we left was our main tickle slave processing and training facility; this is a secondary tickle slave processing facility. This is where they go right before being sold. Over here is a secondary training facility; we mainly just tickle the slaves there. Here’s several barracks; those ones on the right are for our slaves, and the ones on the left are for our employees who stay here permanently, like me. I’ll get you arranged in a hotel like the one up ahead and to the right; those are where our capture agents and transporters stay while they are here. Of course, there are the T cart rentals by the hotels and employee barracks. There are some of the shops that sell equipment for the transporters, as well as general tools to be used on the tickle slaves. That’s the main gist of what we have on this side of the island; if I turn and keep showing you this side, you’ll just see more of the same. I guess there’s one other thing: the main administrative offices. That’s in the center of this half of the island; it’s where people like Queen Mistress Heather have their offices and live. However, what I think you will find more interesting is the other half of the island. To us, this is known as the Tickle Cartel’s home, but that is not the whole of the island. For the majority of people around the world, this island is known as Tickle Island. That’s because of the other half of the island, which contains various tickling-based entertainment and activities. Of course, people from all around the world are allowed to come in and try out these, which, depending on the specific activity or entertainment, could involve tickling someone, getting tickled, or watching someone get tickled. I was thinking that tomorrow after meeting the Queen Mistress, if you’re up for it, we could go and try out some of them. I’ll show you around today just so that you can get a feel for what’s out there before I get you a hotel for the night. Also, I almost forgot to mention that there are also hotels on the Tickle Island half of the island for visitors, but we get special rates on the Tickle Cartel half, so I’ll set you up over there. We should be over to the Tickle Island half in a few minutes, and then I’ll give you an idea of what we could do tomorrow. What do you think so far, Jen?”
“That’s a lot of information,” Jen stated. “I mean, it sounds pretty cool; I’m just still trying to process the whole situation.”
“That’s perfectly normal,” Wendy reassured her. “I can certainly understand you being overwhelmed at the whole situation. If you end up wanting to, I can give you a tour of anywhere you want tomorrow, or further later, if need be. I think a good night’s rest will be able to help you process it, and then we can move from there tomorrow.”
“Alright, I’ll see how I feel tomorrow,” Jen responded. The remainder of the trip to the Tickle Island half of the island was fairly silent, with Wendy occasionally pointing out important buildings that Jen might visit.
“Here we are!” Wendy announced when they got to the Tickle Island half of the island. “So, some general information about this: The Tickle Island part is much more interactive than our part. You will see many more people around here, as well as significantly more public tickling. There are several sets of stocks and racks around this half in public spaces, and visitors can pay to be locked in them for a certain amount of time and get tickled by anyone. Additionally, there are several more attractions where various types of tickling occur, from visitors getting tickled to visitors doing the tickling. Although most of the attractions cost quite a bit of money, since I am decently high up in the Tickle Cartel, I have special privileges, and I can get you in places for a drastically reduced cost or free. This may change over time, but if it does, you will be earning much more money, so you will be able to spare the expense easily should you choose to. Do you have anywhere you’d like to go or anything you’d like to see?”
“I’d kind of like to tickle someone’s belly,” Jen admitted. “More someone’s who’s really ticklish there.”
“Would you mind doing it to someone who’s not really expecting it?” Wendy questioned the young woman.
“Sure,” Jen agreed.
“Good,” Wendy smiled. “We have a minor evil contraption around here that I was hoping to show you. Most of the stocks are like that set over there, where they just lock your feet in, and your hands are free. However, there are two sets of stocks on Tickle Island where they put your feet in, and then they lean you back and raise your arms over your head. Once they’ve strapped your ribs and hips down, you can’t move any part of your upper body, meaning that it, along with your feet, are free to be tickled. Most people who have really ticklish tummies and aren’t ticklees, but want to experience getting tickled, will sign up for the stocks because they think it will just be on their feet. However, these are the ones who the stocks directors choose to go in the special stocks, and then their stomachs are exposed for all to tickle. They get quite a workout by the end of the day squirming to try and get away from our tickle torture. I think you’ll like tickling one of them.”
“Wow, that sounds evil,” Jen commented. “But it also sounds fun! I’d love to go!”
“Alright, then I’ll drive us over there,” Wendy confirmed to the smirking Jen. “While we’re on the way, some more background for why these types of people sign up for the stocks. I said earlier that they only thing their feet will be tickled. This is because there are hotels around here, as you can see, where the visitors stay in. Most people only see the stocks closest to their hotel, and since the vast majority are the feet-only stocks, that’s what they think of the stocks. Additionally, that is the picture in the pamphlets they receive giving them information about the different activities around here. On the sign-up sheet for the stocks, there is a place to put which hotel they are staying at, so most people just assume they’ll be put in the stocks nearest their hotel. However, everyone has to fill out a questionnaire when they first get to the island. It has basic information like name; gender; and age; as well as Tickle-Island specific questions like ticklish spot ratings; whether you are a tickler, ticklee, or switch; where you like getting tickled the most; and where you like to tickle the most. This information is then recorded in our visitor database. When someone with a super ticklish tummy and signs up for the stocks, they get looked up, and then if the stomach stocks, as we call them, are open for their time slot, the stocks assigners put them in those stocks. They come back and ‘surrender’ to be tickled at their designated time, and then they are taken to those stocks. Most don’t realize how vulnerable their midriffs will be until they get locked in, but it’s hilariously obvious when they realize it as a shocked, betrayed look comes on their face. Of course, once they’re in the stocks, they have to spend the entire time they signed up for, usually getting their tummies tickle tortured. That’s all I have, and we’re still about forty seconds away.” True to Wendy’s word, the T cart arrived at a pair of stocks with a padded chair behind it. There were currently three girls at the stocks, one in her early twenties with only a bikini on and two in their mid to late twenties with uniforms that had ‘Tickle Island’ on them. The girl in the bikini was just getting put in the stocks, and it was clear that she was just figuring out what she had signed up for, as she was struggling to prevent her arms from being restrained. “Oh, one more thing I forgot to mention. While being tickled, no matter where, all ticklees must expose their bellies, armpits, and feet. How ticklees expose these spots is up to the individual ticklee, but all must be bare. Of course, if they do not have the necessary clothing to expose these spots comfortably, we provide them with such clothing, of course the kind that leaves the most we can to be tickled. This girl may have fallen into that category with that bikini. The bare spots rule leaves us extra room to do stuff like this and force the ticklee to expose a spot they do not particularly want to get tickled on. It looks like she isn’t too happy about having to wear that bikini now.”
As the two Tickle Cartel employees walked up to the stocks, where the imprisoned girl was now fully bound, the two Tickle Island employees noticed them. “Welcome to the stocks, you two!” one of them welcomed them. “I’m Ella and this is Iris, my partner. If you’re interested in tickling someone, we have quite a ticklish girl here. Her name is Quinn, and she has quite the ticklish tummy. I’d suggest you start there. Of course, if you’re interested in being in Quinn’s place, we have applications here. You wouldn’t get put in right away, though; we have to make sure Quinn finishes her four hours she signed up for. I’m sure they could get fit you in the stocks before too long if you want, though.”
“Thanks; I think we’re going to stick to tickling Quinn for now,” Jen thanked Ella as she and Wendy got on either side of Quinn. “So, Quinn, is it true that your belly is super ticklish?”
“Please don’t tickle me there,” Quinn pleaded. “I got into the stocks for my feet to get tickled, not my stomach. Please! I’m begging you!”
“I’ll make you a deal,” Jen devilishly offered. “If you can cover up your stomach with your arms in thirty seconds, I won’t tickle it.”
“But I can’t do that!” Quinn protested, frustrated.
“Oh, right, because your arms are tied up,” Jen mocked. “Well, I guess that means your tummy’s getting tickled. Tickle, tickle, tickle!” Finishing her initial teasing, Jen reached her hands down and began to tickle the exposed midriff of her victim.
“NOHOHOHOHO!” Quinn broke into hysterics at Jen’s first touch. Even though Quinn was helpless with only Jen tickling her, Wendy soon joined in on the other side, tickling nearly as skillfully. The ticklee’s laughter nearly doubled with the increase in tickling, and the two Tickle Island employees looked on, amazed. “STAHAHAHAHAHA!” was all Quinn could get out before dissolving into pure laughter. Knowing they had the ability to force their ticklee into silent laughter, the two ticklers decided against this through nonverbal looks and turned their tickling light, causing a steady stream of helpless giggles to come from Quinn. The helpless ticklee was beyond the point of squirming and trying to escape very quickly, with no choice but to allow herself to be tickle tortured. Once in a while, realizing Quinn needed one of them to stop or she would go silent, Jen and Wendy would take turns retracting their hands while the other’s ten fingers tickled over the entire abdomen. Before long, the two Tickle Island employees noticed this pattern, and they got curious about how Jen and Wendy got their skills.
One time, as Jen retracted her hands from Quinn’s belly, she felt fingers dancing on her own ticklish tummy. “HAHAHA!” she shrieked in laughter, quickly turning around to find Ella tickling her.
“Just had to know if that tickle skill came from personal experience of getting tickled,” Ella smiled. “Also wanted to know if you would do good in these stocks.”
“Are you sure you don’t want it back?” Jen playfully threatened with a wide smile, wiggling her fingers at Ella, who backed away.
“Oh, no, I’m far too ticklish for that,” Ella assured her. “I think Quinn deserves some more; she’s probably caught her breath by now, and she signed up for it.”
“I suppose you’re right,” Jen smirked, turning around to begin tickling Quinn again.
Before too long, Quinn was losing her breath again, so Wendy stopped, only to get her own midriff tickled by Iris. “STAHAHAP!” Wendy protested.
“You, too?” Iris teased. “Wow, two pretty and very ticklish ticklers. We haven’t seen that combined with your skill in a long time. Thanks for coming over here.”
“I wouldn’t tickle me too much, or you might end up under my fingers,” Wendy issued a similar playful threat to Iris as Jen had to Ella.
“Well, I don’t necessarily hate being under the feather, but you might be too much for me, so I’ll stop,” Iris played along. “I do love the skills you have, though. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone keep someone so close to the edge of silent laughter for so long. This is quite a treat for us.”
“I agree,” Ella concurred. “Don’t limit your stay here to today. You have such skilled fingers; I’m sure others would appreciate seeing your talent sometime.”
“We intend to tickle many more people,” Wendy stated as she got back to tickling Quinn. “It is quite fun.” The banter between the Tickle Island and Tickle Cartel employees continued for two hours as Quinn laughed through her tickle torture. Eventually, though, Jen and Wendy got tired of tickle torturing their helpless victim, and they slowed down the tickling before stopping. “Well, we’ve had a really fun time, but I think Quinn here probably needs a nice rest. Her tummy seemed a bit too ticklish for what we brought. What do you think, Quinn? Were you too ticklish?”
The young woman just slouched down in her bonds, clearly too exhausted to respond. “I think she was,” Iris concluded. “We will make sure she gets a small break before getting that tummy for the rest of the time she’s locked up. You two have fun, and make sure to come around again sometime. It was a treat watching you. Have a wonderful day!”
“You, too!” Jen echoed as she and Wendy headed back to the T cart. When they got in, Jen turned back to Wendy. “Do you think we can head back and get me a hotel for the night? I’m getting kind of tired.”
“Of course,” Wendy confirmed. “But let’s start by getting you some more clothes for tomorrow, along with some essential items you’ll need in the hotel. If you want, we can go shopping for better clothes tomorrow, but you at least need something to go out in. I’ll get you a phone and my number also, so if you need anything, just text or call me. Of course, I am very happy to pay for the hotel for you.” The two went shopping for the items needed for Jen to get through the night, and then Wendy took Jen to a hotel, explaining the next day to her before leaving. “I can come and pick you up at 9:00 am tomorrow. If you haven’t eaten by then, I’ll take you out. I heard from Queen Mistress Heather that she wants to see you at 1:00 pm, so we will have some extra time to run around and get you anything you need. Also, don’t worry about meeting with Queen Mistress Heather; she just wants to find out your talents, so she can assign you the best job for you. I’ll also be there to provide a friendly face for you and tell the Queen Mistress what I know about you so far. You’ll do great, Jen. Do you have any questions?”
“I don’t think so,” Jen stated, deciding she was too tired to worry now and would think more in the morning.
“Alright, then, you have my number if you need anything,” Wendy bid farewell to the young girl. “I’ll see you at 9 tomorrow.”
“See you then,” Jen affirmed. “Goodbye.” After Wendy departed, Jen got ready and went to bed, falling asleep shortly after hitting the pillow. The next day would be a big one; she would need her rest.
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“Well, that will be another day,” Wendy resolved. “Right now, I promised you a tour of the Tickle Cartel headquarters.” She led the young girl out of the tickle torture room and to a medium-sized golf cart with three rows of seating. “I preordered this for us to take the tour in; come with me in the front. To start our tour, this is a T cart, the standard form of transportation around here. The reason it is called a T cart is that the driver has the option to activate restraints and/or ticklers for anyone else in the T cart. Other people can also twist and tickle all their ticklish spots. Anyways, let’s get started on the tour.” Wendy started up the T cart and drove onto a small path. “All throughout the island we are on, there are these little paths specifically meant for driving, as well as several others for walking. The driving paths are marked by gray roads, while the walking paths are typically green.” As they drove along the gray path, Wendy began to point out different buildings. “This general area, which takes up half of the island, is made for the tickle slave business. That is an auction house, where we actually sell the tickle slaves to our customers, but you will not likely spend any time there. The place we left was our main tickle slave processing and training facility; this is a secondary tickle slave processing facility. This is where they go right before being sold. Over here is a secondary training facility; we mainly just tickle the slaves there. Here’s several barracks; those ones on the right are for our slaves, and the ones on the left are for our employees who stay here permanently, like me. I’ll get you arranged in a hotel like the one up ahead and to the right; those are where our capture agents and transporters stay while they are here. Of course, there are the T cart rentals by the hotels and employee barracks. There are some of the shops that sell equipment for the transporters, as well as general tools to be used on the tickle slaves. That’s the main gist of what we have on this side of the island; if I turn and keep showing you this side, you’ll just see more of the same. I guess there’s one other thing: the main administrative offices. That’s in the center of this half of the island; it’s where people like Queen Mistress Heather have their offices and live. However, what I think you will find more interesting is the other half of the island. To us, this is known as the Tickle Cartel’s home, but that is not the whole of the island. For the majority of people around the world, this island is known as Tickle Island. That’s because of the other half of the island, which contains various tickling-based entertainment and activities. Of course, people from all around the world are allowed to come in and try out these, which, depending on the specific activity or entertainment, could involve tickling someone, getting tickled, or watching someone get tickled. I was thinking that tomorrow after meeting the Queen Mistress, if you’re up for it, we could go and try out some of them. I’ll show you around today just so that you can get a feel for what’s out there before I get you a hotel for the night. Also, I almost forgot to mention that there are also hotels on the Tickle Island half of the island for visitors, but we get special rates on the Tickle Cartel half, so I’ll set you up over there. We should be over to the Tickle Island half in a few minutes, and then I’ll give you an idea of what we could do tomorrow. What do you think so far, Jen?”
“That’s a lot of information,” Jen stated. “I mean, it sounds pretty cool; I’m just still trying to process the whole situation.”
“That’s perfectly normal,” Wendy reassured her. “I can certainly understand you being overwhelmed at the whole situation. If you end up wanting to, I can give you a tour of anywhere you want tomorrow, or further later, if need be. I think a good night’s rest will be able to help you process it, and then we can move from there tomorrow.”
“Alright, I’ll see how I feel tomorrow,” Jen responded. The remainder of the trip to the Tickle Island half of the island was fairly silent, with Wendy occasionally pointing out important buildings that Jen might visit.
“Here we are!” Wendy announced when they got to the Tickle Island half of the island. “So, some general information about this: The Tickle Island part is much more interactive than our part. You will see many more people around here, as well as significantly more public tickling. There are several sets of stocks and racks around this half in public spaces, and visitors can pay to be locked in them for a certain amount of time and get tickled by anyone. Additionally, there are several more attractions where various types of tickling occur, from visitors getting tickled to visitors doing the tickling. Although most of the attractions cost quite a bit of money, since I am decently high up in the Tickle Cartel, I have special privileges, and I can get you in places for a drastically reduced cost or free. This may change over time, but if it does, you will be earning much more money, so you will be able to spare the expense easily should you choose to. Do you have anywhere you’d like to go or anything you’d like to see?”
“I’d kind of like to tickle someone’s belly,” Jen admitted. “More someone’s who’s really ticklish there.”
“Would you mind doing it to someone who’s not really expecting it?” Wendy questioned the young woman.
“Sure,” Jen agreed.
“Good,” Wendy smiled. “We have a minor evil contraption around here that I was hoping to show you. Most of the stocks are like that set over there, where they just lock your feet in, and your hands are free. However, there are two sets of stocks on Tickle Island where they put your feet in, and then they lean you back and raise your arms over your head. Once they’ve strapped your ribs and hips down, you can’t move any part of your upper body, meaning that it, along with your feet, are free to be tickled. Most people who have really ticklish tummies and aren’t ticklees, but want to experience getting tickled, will sign up for the stocks because they think it will just be on their feet. However, these are the ones who the stocks directors choose to go in the special stocks, and then their stomachs are exposed for all to tickle. They get quite a workout by the end of the day squirming to try and get away from our tickle torture. I think you’ll like tickling one of them.”
“Wow, that sounds evil,” Jen commented. “But it also sounds fun! I’d love to go!”
“Alright, then I’ll drive us over there,” Wendy confirmed to the smirking Jen. “While we’re on the way, some more background for why these types of people sign up for the stocks. I said earlier that they only thing their feet will be tickled. This is because there are hotels around here, as you can see, where the visitors stay in. Most people only see the stocks closest to their hotel, and since the vast majority are the feet-only stocks, that’s what they think of the stocks. Additionally, that is the picture in the pamphlets they receive giving them information about the different activities around here. On the sign-up sheet for the stocks, there is a place to put which hotel they are staying at, so most people just assume they’ll be put in the stocks nearest their hotel. However, everyone has to fill out a questionnaire when they first get to the island. It has basic information like name; gender; and age; as well as Tickle-Island specific questions like ticklish spot ratings; whether you are a tickler, ticklee, or switch; where you like getting tickled the most; and where you like to tickle the most. This information is then recorded in our visitor database. When someone with a super ticklish tummy and signs up for the stocks, they get looked up, and then if the stomach stocks, as we call them, are open for their time slot, the stocks assigners put them in those stocks. They come back and ‘surrender’ to be tickled at their designated time, and then they are taken to those stocks. Most don’t realize how vulnerable their midriffs will be until they get locked in, but it’s hilariously obvious when they realize it as a shocked, betrayed look comes on their face. Of course, once they’re in the stocks, they have to spend the entire time they signed up for, usually getting their tummies tickle tortured. That’s all I have, and we’re still about forty seconds away.” True to Wendy’s word, the T cart arrived at a pair of stocks with a padded chair behind it. There were currently three girls at the stocks, one in her early twenties with only a bikini on and two in their mid to late twenties with uniforms that had ‘Tickle Island’ on them. The girl in the bikini was just getting put in the stocks, and it was clear that she was just figuring out what she had signed up for, as she was struggling to prevent her arms from being restrained. “Oh, one more thing I forgot to mention. While being tickled, no matter where, all ticklees must expose their bellies, armpits, and feet. How ticklees expose these spots is up to the individual ticklee, but all must be bare. Of course, if they do not have the necessary clothing to expose these spots comfortably, we provide them with such clothing, of course the kind that leaves the most we can to be tickled. This girl may have fallen into that category with that bikini. The bare spots rule leaves us extra room to do stuff like this and force the ticklee to expose a spot they do not particularly want to get tickled on. It looks like she isn’t too happy about having to wear that bikini now.”
As the two Tickle Cartel employees walked up to the stocks, where the imprisoned girl was now fully bound, the two Tickle Island employees noticed them. “Welcome to the stocks, you two!” one of them welcomed them. “I’m Ella and this is Iris, my partner. If you’re interested in tickling someone, we have quite a ticklish girl here. Her name is Quinn, and she has quite the ticklish tummy. I’d suggest you start there. Of course, if you’re interested in being in Quinn’s place, we have applications here. You wouldn’t get put in right away, though; we have to make sure Quinn finishes her four hours she signed up for. I’m sure they could get fit you in the stocks before too long if you want, though.”
“Thanks; I think we’re going to stick to tickling Quinn for now,” Jen thanked Ella as she and Wendy got on either side of Quinn. “So, Quinn, is it true that your belly is super ticklish?”
“Please don’t tickle me there,” Quinn pleaded. “I got into the stocks for my feet to get tickled, not my stomach. Please! I’m begging you!”
“I’ll make you a deal,” Jen devilishly offered. “If you can cover up your stomach with your arms in thirty seconds, I won’t tickle it.”
“But I can’t do that!” Quinn protested, frustrated.
“Oh, right, because your arms are tied up,” Jen mocked. “Well, I guess that means your tummy’s getting tickled. Tickle, tickle, tickle!” Finishing her initial teasing, Jen reached her hands down and began to tickle the exposed midriff of her victim.
“NOHOHOHOHO!” Quinn broke into hysterics at Jen’s first touch. Even though Quinn was helpless with only Jen tickling her, Wendy soon joined in on the other side, tickling nearly as skillfully. The ticklee’s laughter nearly doubled with the increase in tickling, and the two Tickle Island employees looked on, amazed. “STAHAHAHAHAHA!” was all Quinn could get out before dissolving into pure laughter. Knowing they had the ability to force their ticklee into silent laughter, the two ticklers decided against this through nonverbal looks and turned their tickling light, causing a steady stream of helpless giggles to come from Quinn. The helpless ticklee was beyond the point of squirming and trying to escape very quickly, with no choice but to allow herself to be tickle tortured. Once in a while, realizing Quinn needed one of them to stop or she would go silent, Jen and Wendy would take turns retracting their hands while the other’s ten fingers tickled over the entire abdomen. Before long, the two Tickle Island employees noticed this pattern, and they got curious about how Jen and Wendy got their skills.
One time, as Jen retracted her hands from Quinn’s belly, she felt fingers dancing on her own ticklish tummy. “HAHAHA!” she shrieked in laughter, quickly turning around to find Ella tickling her.
“Just had to know if that tickle skill came from personal experience of getting tickled,” Ella smiled. “Also wanted to know if you would do good in these stocks.”
“Are you sure you don’t want it back?” Jen playfully threatened with a wide smile, wiggling her fingers at Ella, who backed away.
“Oh, no, I’m far too ticklish for that,” Ella assured her. “I think Quinn deserves some more; she’s probably caught her breath by now, and she signed up for it.”
“I suppose you’re right,” Jen smirked, turning around to begin tickling Quinn again.
Before too long, Quinn was losing her breath again, so Wendy stopped, only to get her own midriff tickled by Iris. “STAHAHAP!” Wendy protested.
“You, too?” Iris teased. “Wow, two pretty and very ticklish ticklers. We haven’t seen that combined with your skill in a long time. Thanks for coming over here.”
“I wouldn’t tickle me too much, or you might end up under my fingers,” Wendy issued a similar playful threat to Iris as Jen had to Ella.
“Well, I don’t necessarily hate being under the feather, but you might be too much for me, so I’ll stop,” Iris played along. “I do love the skills you have, though. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone keep someone so close to the edge of silent laughter for so long. This is quite a treat for us.”
“I agree,” Ella concurred. “Don’t limit your stay here to today. You have such skilled fingers; I’m sure others would appreciate seeing your talent sometime.”
“We intend to tickle many more people,” Wendy stated as she got back to tickling Quinn. “It is quite fun.” The banter between the Tickle Island and Tickle Cartel employees continued for two hours as Quinn laughed through her tickle torture. Eventually, though, Jen and Wendy got tired of tickle torturing their helpless victim, and they slowed down the tickling before stopping. “Well, we’ve had a really fun time, but I think Quinn here probably needs a nice rest. Her tummy seemed a bit too ticklish for what we brought. What do you think, Quinn? Were you too ticklish?”
The young woman just slouched down in her bonds, clearly too exhausted to respond. “I think she was,” Iris concluded. “We will make sure she gets a small break before getting that tummy for the rest of the time she’s locked up. You two have fun, and make sure to come around again sometime. It was a treat watching you. Have a wonderful day!”
“You, too!” Jen echoed as she and Wendy headed back to the T cart. When they got in, Jen turned back to Wendy. “Do you think we can head back and get me a hotel for the night? I’m getting kind of tired.”
“Of course,” Wendy confirmed. “But let’s start by getting you some more clothes for tomorrow, along with some essential items you’ll need in the hotel. If you want, we can go shopping for better clothes tomorrow, but you at least need something to go out in. I’ll get you a phone and my number also, so if you need anything, just text or call me. Of course, I am very happy to pay for the hotel for you.” The two went shopping for the items needed for Jen to get through the night, and then Wendy took Jen to a hotel, explaining the next day to her before leaving. “I can come and pick you up at 9:00 am tomorrow. If you haven’t eaten by then, I’ll take you out. I heard from Queen Mistress Heather that she wants to see you at 1:00 pm, so we will have some extra time to run around and get you anything you need. Also, don’t worry about meeting with Queen Mistress Heather; she just wants to find out your talents, so she can assign you the best job for you. I’ll also be there to provide a friendly face for you and tell the Queen Mistress what I know about you so far. You’ll do great, Jen. Do you have any questions?”
“I don’t think so,” Jen stated, deciding she was too tired to worry now and would think more in the morning.
“Alright, then, you have my number if you need anything,” Wendy bid farewell to the young girl. “I’ll see you at 9 tomorrow.”
“See you then,” Jen affirmed. “Goodbye.” After Wendy departed, Jen got ready and went to bed, falling asleep shortly after hitting the pillow. The next day would be a big one; she would need her rest.
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