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Chapter 6 was originally meant to be a part of Chapter 5. However, given the length of the two combined, I decided to separate them.
Anyways, here is part 1 of Chapter 6 of the Tickle Cartel. Please let me know what you think of it!
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Chapter 5: Palace Night: Beginning, Part 2
“Yes, that’s right, when I’m in my room, I’m just Heather,” Heather reminded Cammy while also informing Jen. “None of this Queen Mistress or mistress or anything like that. I like to be a normal person in my private life. Only address me formally when I’m outside of here or if I have some official business. Jen, you’ve got to keep Cammy on her toes, and you tickle Diana on her toes.” The other servant let out a giggle at this, and Heather turned to her. “Oh, so you want toe tickling? Maybe later when I don’t have Jen to entertain. You can ask Cammy to do it if you want, though. I’ll see you two later. You also have fun. Jen, you can come with me into my inner chambers.” Jen followed Heather into another ornate room inside the outer room. “So, this is where I sleep and spend some of my free time. Remember what I said out there; I don’t like being treated as the Queen Mistress in here, just as a friend. So, as a friend, what do you think of it?”
“Wow,” Jen admired the room. There were paintings on the walls, some of people being tickled and some of other beautiful scenes. Looking closer, Jen saw a painting of Heather getting her belly tickled, and it looked like Cammy and Diana were tickling her. Other than that, there were huge open closets with all sorts of clothes in them, a few padded tables, a couple of ornate beds, and what appeared to be a restraining set. To signify that this was indeed still the Tickle Cartel, there was a large cabinet of tickling tools and lotions in between the beds. Of course, being a private room, it still had its own bathroom and all the necessary accommodations expected for a queen spread out around the room. “This has to be the nicest room I have ever seen. I’m not used to so much in one place.”
“Yeah, it usually takes people a little bit to get used to; don’t worry,” Heather announced. “Took me a few months when I first moved in just to try and find my way around this room. I don’t know what I would have done without Cammy and Diana helping me, but now, I know it pretty well. Anyways, what do you want to do? We could play a game, talk, or of course, we could tickle each other. You decide what we do; you’re my guest.”
Jen looked back at Heather after taking a lot of time to survey the room, and she was a little shocked at what she saw. “W-What? What happened to all your clothes?” she wondered.
“Oh, whoops, guess I forgot to tell you that,” Heather, who was only wearing a crop top and shorts now, proclaimed. “When I get back here, I like to take off my royal dress, shoes, and all that stuff and just go with a crop top and shorts. I just changed while you were trying to absorb the room. This outfit is way more fun to be tickled in, not to mention way more comfortable than the royal outfit.”
“Yeah, I guess so,” Jen stepped forward and gave Heather’s bellybutton a poke, causing her to squeal and go back. “A tickle fight sounds like fun. You ready to laugh?”
“You’re so great!” Heather declared as she backed up in response to the poke. “Most people would AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Tickle fights are no time for talking,” Jen commented as she interrupted Heather’s speech by tickling her bare belly. Heather quickly squealed and tried to back up, only for Jen to follow and keep tickling her. Eventually, Jen trapped her new friend, wrapping an arm behind her back and tickling all over her stomach with both hands. Suddenly realizing that the only way to get out of the tickle trap was to tickle Jen back, Heather’s fingers finally made contact with Jen’s midriff, and both of them were soon laughing. “AHAHAHAHAHA THAHAHAHAHAT TIHIHIHIHICKLEHEHEHES!” Jen laughed in her typical descriptive way.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA IHIHIHIHIHIHI KNOHOHOHOHOHOHOW!” Heather tried out the descriptive laughter for a few seconds, but she was not able to keep it up due to laughing too hard. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Heather unexpectedly fell to the floor, followed by Jen, and soon both ladies were rolling around the room, tickling each other.
“GIHIHIHIHIHIVE IHIHIHIHIHIN!” Jen taunted Heather through her own endurance of tickling, seeing that Heather’s endurance was failing.
“HAHAHAHA NEHEHEHEHEHEHEVEHEHEHER!” Heather refused as she felt Jen find her bellybutton and begin to tickle it intensely. Seeing that she would be finished soon if she failed to do the same, Heather redoubled her efforts to find and tickle Jen’s bellybutton, and it paid off after thirty valuable seconds had passed.
It was clear to Jen that Heather’s resistance was very low by the time Heather found her bellybutton and began wiggling her fingers inside of it. Assuming that she could still easily win the tickle fight, Jen kept tickling in the same manner as her opponent: one fingernail was wiggling around in Heather’s navel while the rest of that hand and all of the other hand tickled around the midsection of her opponent. She then decided to up the ante by taunting Heather, hoping to get her to surrender sooner, “GIHIHIHIHIHIHIVE IHIHIHIHIHIN! YUHUHUHUHU CAHAHAHAHAHAHANT STAHAHAHAHAND THIHIHIHIHIHIS MUHUHUHUHUCH LOHOHOHOHONGEHEHEHEHER!”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA NEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEVEHEHEHER!” Heather managed to protest throughout her intense laughter. “IHIHIHIHIHI WOHOHOHOHOHOHONT LEHEHEHEHET YUHUHUHUHU WIHIHIHIHIHIN!” Recognizing that her time to turn the tables was running out, even with the finger in Jen’s bellybutton, Heather finally took one hand away from tickling Jen to feel around. Jen took advantage of this and tickled Heather faster and more efficiently, causing Heather’s laughter to go up in pitch. Also, the former Queen Mistress’ refusals to surrender turned into this new high-pitched laughter, as she could not even find the words through the tickles. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Just as it looked like Jen was about to win, she felt something new tickling her sides, then pulling her down, then tickling all over her abdomen. Distracted by the new feeling, Jen had no time to recognize that she had stopped tickling Heather entirely to pull her arms back down, and she also did not see that Heather had yielded to the new ticklers and opted not to continue tickling Jen. Heather, meanwhile, was recovering from the ticklish sensations Jen had inflicted on her, which were only stopped because Heather had managed to find a little trap button on the floor. “I think you might have forgotten something,” she teased her ticklish prisoner. “I know all the secret traps and tricks that this room has to offer, and I happened to lead you onto and activate one of them. Just let me know when you want to give up in the tickle fight, and I’ll turn it off so we can get you on the rack for a few minutes.”
“OHOHOHOHOHOHO FIHIHIHIHIHIHIHINE!” Jen exclaimed through her laughter. “YOUHUHUHUHUHUHU WIHIHIHIHIHIHIN!” Heather took a pair of handcuffs and cuffed Jen’s wrists together to keep her from reneging on her surrender when the extra tickling stopped. Once Jen was secure, Heather pressed the trap button again, and the tickling suit slowly released Jen, still tickling her on the way down. “HEHEHEHE You got me pretty good there, Heather. That tickled quite a bit. So, I go on the rack now?”
“Yes, it’s time for me to find out what really makes you squirm,” Heather declared as she helped Jen up and took her over to the rack.
“Well, a lot of things make me squirm, but not much can make me give in,” Jen made light of her situation, a smile on her face, as she and Heather walked over.
“We’ll see about that,” Heather retorted as Jen got on the rack and Heather began strapping her in. “I might be able to tickle some stuff out of you.”
“Oh? Like what?” Jen wondered, only half-jokingly this time, as she allowed herself to be restrained.
“Oh… you know,” Heather started as she finished tying Jen up, and then she began to make predatory circles around her ticklee, wiggling her fingers threateningly. “Your best ticklish spots, the best ways to get you, maybe even a password or two…”
“A password or two?” Jen questioned, appearing a little nervous and pulled lightly against her bonds.
‘What have I gotten myself into?’ Jen thought to herself as she half-heartedly tried to get free. ‘Is she going to ask for my social media account passwords? My bank account information? My college passwords? My phone password? Oh, wait, I don’t have my phone. But still? Is she going to try and ruin my life with this?’
“Yes, but don’t worry,” Heather told Jen, although her voice was not all that reassuring. “I won’t ask you for anything that could affect your life, like any account passwords. Maybe just a way to contact your friend Maddie and get her to reveal some of your best tickle spots and the best ways to tickle you. How does that sound?”
“Well, I don’t think you’ll be able to get that out of me,” Jen defied Heather. “I may be ticklish, but I’m not letting Maddie give you a road map of my ticklish spots and methods. She would be way to thorough.”
‘Wait, was that a mistake?’ Jen asked herself, worried that she had given too much away. ‘I think I might have focused her on Maddie. What if she does manage to get me to give up a way to have Maddie contact her? Maddie knows everything that can make me beg and plead. I’ll get tickle tortured for days! But no, Maddie wouldn’t do that. Unless… unless she thought she was teasing me and not giving information to a potential tickler. Oh, no, Heather’s going to make me give up Maddie, and Maddie’s going to give her a step-by-step tutorial on tickling me. I have to resist. It’s my only option.’
“Well, then, I’m not going to stop until you give me a way to contact Maddie,” Heather announced, causing Jen to get a little worried, although she refused to show it. “Now, where should I start… How about your belly? That seems like a good spot for you.”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Despite her natural resistance to giving into tickling, Jen couldn’t help but break out in laughter when Heather’s fingernails made contact with her bare belly. “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIT!”
“No, Jen, no waiting, just tickling until you give me a way to contact Maddie,” Heather deviously closed the opportunity as she tickled Jen around her bellybutton.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHESE!” Jen continued her uncharacteristic begging, intermixing it with laughter from the tickle torture on her most ticklish spot.
Inside, however, Jen was still holding strong. ‘Why am I begging?’ she asked herself. ‘I may be ticklish, but I’m not ready to give up yet. There’s no way I’m telling her how to contact Maddie. That’d be way too easy for her, and after she contacts Maddie, she’ll probably just tickle me again… except more effectively.’
Heather also refused to believe that Jen was really giving in, drawing on her small experience with people who enjoyed being tickled. ‘Yeah, she’s probably just surprised,’ the Queen Mistress thought to herself. ‘This might last for a minute or so, and then she’ll just get back to laughing. But if it doesn’t… well, then I might have a chance to get some information out of her. Might as well just keep tickling this button.’
Jen was also realizing that she didn’t really want to beg and was starting to get over it. ‘I was just surprised when she started tickling me,’ Jen reasoned to herself before relating it to previous experiences. ‘Like when Maddie used to blindfold me before launching a sudden strike on my stomach. Or, more often, when she used to come up behind me and start tickling my sides before grabbing my arms so she could keep tickling my tummy. You know, those were pretty fun times, now that I think about it. I should be making the most of this time. She may be trying to torture me for information, but she’s still using tickling, so I’m going to make this fun for me.’
As Jen thought more positively, her laughter began to reflect her thoughts, “AHAHAHAHA IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHICKLEHEHEHES! THAHAHAHAHAHAT’S AHAHAHA GOHOHOHOHOHOHOD SPOHOHOHOHOHOT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” In addition to more positive laughter, Jen’s squirming, which had initially been significant due to her trying to escape, calmed down. She soon started to not only take, but ask for more, tickling, becoming more and more defiant of the torture aspect as she focused on the fun aspect. “MOHOHOHORE PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHESE! IHIHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHICKLEHEHES SOHOHOHOHO MUUHUHUHUCH!”
“Oh, you really want more of this?” Heather questioned right before leaning down and blowing a series of raspberries right on top of Jen’s bellybutton, mixing in plenty more tickling on the rest of her midriff. “Are you sure? You seem way too ticklish for this. Maybe, just maybe, you’re so ticklish that you want to give me a way to contact Maddie?”
“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOPE!” Jen refused, still laughing hysterically. “KEHEHEHEP TIHIHIHIHIHICKLIHIHING! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
‘Wait a minute,’ Heather thought to herself as she formed an idea. ‘Maybe she really does want more tickling, and maybe I can use that to my advantage.’
“So you like this Jen, do you?” Heather asked Jen, a devious tone betraying her intentions somewhat.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA YEHEHEHEHES IHIHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHICKLEHEHES SOHOHOHOHO GOHOHOHOHOHOOD!” Jen replied through her laughter. “SOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUHUCH TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES!”
“Well, don’t you think that it would tickle so much better if I knew your best spots?” Heather began to reveal her ruse subtly, hoping that Jen wouldn’t notice the track she was on. To aid in trying to distract Jen from the truth, Heather started a vicious tickle attack on Jen’s navel with her nails. She believed that the more Jen laughed, the less she would analyze the flow between her questions.
“MAHAHAHAHAHAYBEHEHEHE!” Jen allowed. “BUHUHUHUHUT IHIHIHIHIHI THOHOHOHOHOHOUGHT IHIHIHIHI AHAHAHAHALREHEHEHEADY TOHOHOHOLD YUHUHUHUHUHUHU THEHEHEHEHEM!”
“Oh, you told me some of them,” Heather dictated, “but I’m sure there’s more that you could tell me. Can you think of any really good spots besides this tickle button on your belly?” To emphasize the point, she leaned in and blew a raspberry on the navel, before returning to her standard nail tickling, which went all over Jen’s midsection.
“NAHAHAHAHAHAT LIHIHIHIHIHIKE THIHIHIHIHIS!” Jen admitted, laughing extra hard when the raspberry came. “OHOHOHOHO IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHICKLEHEHES SOHOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUHUCH!” Despite not having a significant ability to squirm, Jen did all that she could to get away from Heather’s nails, and while she was accepting the tickling mentally, there was still a part of her that wanted to get away.
“Well, that’s too bad, if only there was someone who knew your tickle spots and could tell me so we could have more fun,” Heather declared, putting one hand on her chin as if she were thinking while the other tickled away.
“IHIHIHIHIHIHI KNOHOHOHOHOHOHOW!” Jen suddenly screamed through her laughter. “MAHAHAHAHAHADDEHEHEHEHEHE! SHEHEHEHEHEHE’S MYHYHYHY FRIHEHEHEHEND! SHEHEHEHE KNOHOHOHOHOHOWS AHAHAHAHAHALL OHOHOHOF THEHEHEHEM!”
All of a sudden, Jen realized what was going on, and she began panicking inside her head, ‘Wait, I just played right into her hand. She just got me to say that Maddie was a good reference for finding out where I’m ticklish. I mean, it’s true, Maddie is by far the best reference for that. But that’s not the point! The point is that I’m resisting her.’ At this point, despite being partially very determined to not give up Maddie’s contact information, Jen began having a war inside her head. On one hand, she didn’t want to be tickle tortured and surrender any way to possibly contact Maddie. On the other hand, she was really liking this tickling, and contacting Maddie could make it so much more enjoyable. ‘I can’t give her a way to contact Maddie! Not even for more enjoyable tickles! But the tickles! I love them! Maddie used to do this poking thing, right on my sides. Wait! What am I thinking? Heather’s just going to tickle torture me if I give her a way to contact Maddie. Or she could be nice and tickle me like I like it. Or she could torture me. Or she could be nice. What do I do?’
“Ok, that’s nice that she knows them,” Heather kept up with her strategy, unaware of what was going on inside Jen’s mind. “I mean, I can’t really contact her to find your best tickle spots. Oh, how about you contact her, Jen? That way, she can tell you all your ticklish spots, and then I can use them to tickle you! We’ll have so much fun!”
‘She’s playing right into my hand,’ Heather contemplated as she tried to finish tricking Jen into doing exactly what she wanted. ‘I’ll have to reward her. I’m sure Maddie knows some tickling techniques that Jen likes; I’ll make sure to include those.’
Jen, meanwhile, was flipping between her options like a lovesick teen pulling petals off a flower. ‘I can tell her! No I can’t! She’ll be nice. No, she’ll be mean. No, nice! No, mean! Nice! Mean! Nice! Mean! Nice!’
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Chapter 6: Palace Night: Heather’s Room, Part 2
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“Yes, that’s right, when I’m in my room, I’m just Heather,” Heather reminded Cammy while also informing Jen. “None of this Queen Mistress or mistress or anything like that. I like to be a normal person in my private life. Only address me formally when I’m outside of here or if I have some official business. Jen, you’ve got to keep Cammy on her toes, and you tickle Diana on her toes.” The other servant let out a giggle at this, and Heather turned to her. “Oh, so you want toe tickling? Maybe later when I don’t have Jen to entertain. You can ask Cammy to do it if you want, though. I’ll see you two later. You also have fun. Jen, you can come with me into my inner chambers.” Jen followed Heather into another ornate room inside the outer room. “So, this is where I sleep and spend some of my free time. Remember what I said out there; I don’t like being treated as the Queen Mistress in here, just as a friend. So, as a friend, what do you think of it?”
“Wow,” Jen admired the room. There were paintings on the walls, some of people being tickled and some of other beautiful scenes. Looking closer, Jen saw a painting of Heather getting her belly tickled, and it looked like Cammy and Diana were tickling her. Other than that, there were huge open closets with all sorts of clothes in them, a few padded tables, a couple of ornate beds, and what appeared to be a restraining set. To signify that this was indeed still the Tickle Cartel, there was a large cabinet of tickling tools and lotions in between the beds. Of course, being a private room, it still had its own bathroom and all the necessary accommodations expected for a queen spread out around the room. “This has to be the nicest room I have ever seen. I’m not used to so much in one place.”
“Yeah, it usually takes people a little bit to get used to; don’t worry,” Heather announced. “Took me a few months when I first moved in just to try and find my way around this room. I don’t know what I would have done without Cammy and Diana helping me, but now, I know it pretty well. Anyways, what do you want to do? We could play a game, talk, or of course, we could tickle each other. You decide what we do; you’re my guest.”
Jen looked back at Heather after taking a lot of time to survey the room, and she was a little shocked at what she saw. “W-What? What happened to all your clothes?” she wondered.
“Oh, whoops, guess I forgot to tell you that,” Heather, who was only wearing a crop top and shorts now, proclaimed. “When I get back here, I like to take off my royal dress, shoes, and all that stuff and just go with a crop top and shorts. I just changed while you were trying to absorb the room. This outfit is way more fun to be tickled in, not to mention way more comfortable than the royal outfit.”
“Yeah, I guess so,” Jen stepped forward and gave Heather’s bellybutton a poke, causing her to squeal and go back. “A tickle fight sounds like fun. You ready to laugh?”
“You’re so great!” Heather declared as she backed up in response to the poke. “Most people would AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Tickle fights are no time for talking,” Jen commented as she interrupted Heather’s speech by tickling her bare belly. Heather quickly squealed and tried to back up, only for Jen to follow and keep tickling her. Eventually, Jen trapped her new friend, wrapping an arm behind her back and tickling all over her stomach with both hands. Suddenly realizing that the only way to get out of the tickle trap was to tickle Jen back, Heather’s fingers finally made contact with Jen’s midriff, and both of them were soon laughing. “AHAHAHAHAHA THAHAHAHAHAT TIHIHIHIHICKLEHEHEHES!” Jen laughed in her typical descriptive way.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA IHIHIHIHIHIHI KNOHOHOHOHOHOHOW!” Heather tried out the descriptive laughter for a few seconds, but she was not able to keep it up due to laughing too hard. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Heather unexpectedly fell to the floor, followed by Jen, and soon both ladies were rolling around the room, tickling each other.
“GIHIHIHIHIHIVE IHIHIHIHIHIN!” Jen taunted Heather through her own endurance of tickling, seeing that Heather’s endurance was failing.
“HAHAHAHA NEHEHEHEHEHEHEVEHEHEHER!” Heather refused as she felt Jen find her bellybutton and begin to tickle it intensely. Seeing that she would be finished soon if she failed to do the same, Heather redoubled her efforts to find and tickle Jen’s bellybutton, and it paid off after thirty valuable seconds had passed.
It was clear to Jen that Heather’s resistance was very low by the time Heather found her bellybutton and began wiggling her fingers inside of it. Assuming that she could still easily win the tickle fight, Jen kept tickling in the same manner as her opponent: one fingernail was wiggling around in Heather’s navel while the rest of that hand and all of the other hand tickled around the midsection of her opponent. She then decided to up the ante by taunting Heather, hoping to get her to surrender sooner, “GIHIHIHIHIHIHIVE IHIHIHIHIHIN! YUHUHUHUHU CAHAHAHAHAHAHANT STAHAHAHAHAND THIHIHIHIHIHIS MUHUHUHUHUCH LOHOHOHOHONGEHEHEHEHER!”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA NEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEVEHEHEHER!” Heather managed to protest throughout her intense laughter. “IHIHIHIHIHI WOHOHOHOHOHOHONT LEHEHEHEHET YUHUHUHUHU WIHIHIHIHIHIN!” Recognizing that her time to turn the tables was running out, even with the finger in Jen’s bellybutton, Heather finally took one hand away from tickling Jen to feel around. Jen took advantage of this and tickled Heather faster and more efficiently, causing Heather’s laughter to go up in pitch. Also, the former Queen Mistress’ refusals to surrender turned into this new high-pitched laughter, as she could not even find the words through the tickles. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Just as it looked like Jen was about to win, she felt something new tickling her sides, then pulling her down, then tickling all over her abdomen. Distracted by the new feeling, Jen had no time to recognize that she had stopped tickling Heather entirely to pull her arms back down, and she also did not see that Heather had yielded to the new ticklers and opted not to continue tickling Jen. Heather, meanwhile, was recovering from the ticklish sensations Jen had inflicted on her, which were only stopped because Heather had managed to find a little trap button on the floor. “I think you might have forgotten something,” she teased her ticklish prisoner. “I know all the secret traps and tricks that this room has to offer, and I happened to lead you onto and activate one of them. Just let me know when you want to give up in the tickle fight, and I’ll turn it off so we can get you on the rack for a few minutes.”
“OHOHOHOHOHOHO FIHIHIHIHIHIHIHINE!” Jen exclaimed through her laughter. “YOUHUHUHUHUHUHU WIHIHIHIHIHIHIN!” Heather took a pair of handcuffs and cuffed Jen’s wrists together to keep her from reneging on her surrender when the extra tickling stopped. Once Jen was secure, Heather pressed the trap button again, and the tickling suit slowly released Jen, still tickling her on the way down. “HEHEHEHE You got me pretty good there, Heather. That tickled quite a bit. So, I go on the rack now?”
“Yes, it’s time for me to find out what really makes you squirm,” Heather declared as she helped Jen up and took her over to the rack.
“Well, a lot of things make me squirm, but not much can make me give in,” Jen made light of her situation, a smile on her face, as she and Heather walked over.
“We’ll see about that,” Heather retorted as Jen got on the rack and Heather began strapping her in. “I might be able to tickle some stuff out of you.”
“Oh? Like what?” Jen wondered, only half-jokingly this time, as she allowed herself to be restrained.
“Oh… you know,” Heather started as she finished tying Jen up, and then she began to make predatory circles around her ticklee, wiggling her fingers threateningly. “Your best ticklish spots, the best ways to get you, maybe even a password or two…”
“A password or two?” Jen questioned, appearing a little nervous and pulled lightly against her bonds.
‘What have I gotten myself into?’ Jen thought to herself as she half-heartedly tried to get free. ‘Is she going to ask for my social media account passwords? My bank account information? My college passwords? My phone password? Oh, wait, I don’t have my phone. But still? Is she going to try and ruin my life with this?’
“Yes, but don’t worry,” Heather told Jen, although her voice was not all that reassuring. “I won’t ask you for anything that could affect your life, like any account passwords. Maybe just a way to contact your friend Maddie and get her to reveal some of your best tickle spots and the best ways to tickle you. How does that sound?”
“Well, I don’t think you’ll be able to get that out of me,” Jen defied Heather. “I may be ticklish, but I’m not letting Maddie give you a road map of my ticklish spots and methods. She would be way to thorough.”
‘Wait, was that a mistake?’ Jen asked herself, worried that she had given too much away. ‘I think I might have focused her on Maddie. What if she does manage to get me to give up a way to have Maddie contact her? Maddie knows everything that can make me beg and plead. I’ll get tickle tortured for days! But no, Maddie wouldn’t do that. Unless… unless she thought she was teasing me and not giving information to a potential tickler. Oh, no, Heather’s going to make me give up Maddie, and Maddie’s going to give her a step-by-step tutorial on tickling me. I have to resist. It’s my only option.’
“Well, then, I’m not going to stop until you give me a way to contact Maddie,” Heather announced, causing Jen to get a little worried, although she refused to show it. “Now, where should I start… How about your belly? That seems like a good spot for you.”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Despite her natural resistance to giving into tickling, Jen couldn’t help but break out in laughter when Heather’s fingernails made contact with her bare belly. “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIT!”
“No, Jen, no waiting, just tickling until you give me a way to contact Maddie,” Heather deviously closed the opportunity as she tickled Jen around her bellybutton.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHESE!” Jen continued her uncharacteristic begging, intermixing it with laughter from the tickle torture on her most ticklish spot.
Inside, however, Jen was still holding strong. ‘Why am I begging?’ she asked herself. ‘I may be ticklish, but I’m not ready to give up yet. There’s no way I’m telling her how to contact Maddie. That’d be way too easy for her, and after she contacts Maddie, she’ll probably just tickle me again… except more effectively.’
Heather also refused to believe that Jen was really giving in, drawing on her small experience with people who enjoyed being tickled. ‘Yeah, she’s probably just surprised,’ the Queen Mistress thought to herself. ‘This might last for a minute or so, and then she’ll just get back to laughing. But if it doesn’t… well, then I might have a chance to get some information out of her. Might as well just keep tickling this button.’
Jen was also realizing that she didn’t really want to beg and was starting to get over it. ‘I was just surprised when she started tickling me,’ Jen reasoned to herself before relating it to previous experiences. ‘Like when Maddie used to blindfold me before launching a sudden strike on my stomach. Or, more often, when she used to come up behind me and start tickling my sides before grabbing my arms so she could keep tickling my tummy. You know, those were pretty fun times, now that I think about it. I should be making the most of this time. She may be trying to torture me for information, but she’s still using tickling, so I’m going to make this fun for me.’
As Jen thought more positively, her laughter began to reflect her thoughts, “AHAHAHAHA IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHICKLEHEHEHES! THAHAHAHAHAHAT’S AHAHAHA GOHOHOHOHOHOHOD SPOHOHOHOHOHOT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” In addition to more positive laughter, Jen’s squirming, which had initially been significant due to her trying to escape, calmed down. She soon started to not only take, but ask for more, tickling, becoming more and more defiant of the torture aspect as she focused on the fun aspect. “MOHOHOHORE PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHESE! IHIHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHICKLEHEHES SOHOHOHOHO MUUHUHUHUCH!”
“Oh, you really want more of this?” Heather questioned right before leaning down and blowing a series of raspberries right on top of Jen’s bellybutton, mixing in plenty more tickling on the rest of her midriff. “Are you sure? You seem way too ticklish for this. Maybe, just maybe, you’re so ticklish that you want to give me a way to contact Maddie?”
“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOPE!” Jen refused, still laughing hysterically. “KEHEHEHEP TIHIHIHIHIHICKLIHIHING! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
‘Wait a minute,’ Heather thought to herself as she formed an idea. ‘Maybe she really does want more tickling, and maybe I can use that to my advantage.’
“So you like this Jen, do you?” Heather asked Jen, a devious tone betraying her intentions somewhat.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA YEHEHEHEHES IHIHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHICKLEHEHES SOHOHOHOHO GOHOHOHOHOHOOD!” Jen replied through her laughter. “SOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUHUCH TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES!”
“Well, don’t you think that it would tickle so much better if I knew your best spots?” Heather began to reveal her ruse subtly, hoping that Jen wouldn’t notice the track she was on. To aid in trying to distract Jen from the truth, Heather started a vicious tickle attack on Jen’s navel with her nails. She believed that the more Jen laughed, the less she would analyze the flow between her questions.
“MAHAHAHAHAHAYBEHEHEHE!” Jen allowed. “BUHUHUHUHUT IHIHIHIHIHI THOHOHOHOHOHOUGHT IHIHIHIHI AHAHAHAHALREHEHEHEADY TOHOHOHOLD YUHUHUHUHUHUHU THEHEHEHEHEM!”
“Oh, you told me some of them,” Heather dictated, “but I’m sure there’s more that you could tell me. Can you think of any really good spots besides this tickle button on your belly?” To emphasize the point, she leaned in and blew a raspberry on the navel, before returning to her standard nail tickling, which went all over Jen’s midsection.
“NAHAHAHAHAHAT LIHIHIHIHIHIKE THIHIHIHIHIS!” Jen admitted, laughing extra hard when the raspberry came. “OHOHOHOHO IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHICKLEHEHES SOHOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUHUCH!” Despite not having a significant ability to squirm, Jen did all that she could to get away from Heather’s nails, and while she was accepting the tickling mentally, there was still a part of her that wanted to get away.
“Well, that’s too bad, if only there was someone who knew your tickle spots and could tell me so we could have more fun,” Heather declared, putting one hand on her chin as if she were thinking while the other tickled away.
“IHIHIHIHIHIHI KNOHOHOHOHOHOHOW!” Jen suddenly screamed through her laughter. “MAHAHAHAHAHADDEHEHEHEHEHE! SHEHEHEHEHEHE’S MYHYHYHY FRIHEHEHEHEND! SHEHEHEHE KNOHOHOHOHOHOWS AHAHAHAHAHALL OHOHOHOF THEHEHEHEM!”
All of a sudden, Jen realized what was going on, and she began panicking inside her head, ‘Wait, I just played right into her hand. She just got me to say that Maddie was a good reference for finding out where I’m ticklish. I mean, it’s true, Maddie is by far the best reference for that. But that’s not the point! The point is that I’m resisting her.’ At this point, despite being partially very determined to not give up Maddie’s contact information, Jen began having a war inside her head. On one hand, she didn’t want to be tickle tortured and surrender any way to possibly contact Maddie. On the other hand, she was really liking this tickling, and contacting Maddie could make it so much more enjoyable. ‘I can’t give her a way to contact Maddie! Not even for more enjoyable tickles! But the tickles! I love them! Maddie used to do this poking thing, right on my sides. Wait! What am I thinking? Heather’s just going to tickle torture me if I give her a way to contact Maddie. Or she could be nice and tickle me like I like it. Or she could torture me. Or she could be nice. What do I do?’
“Ok, that’s nice that she knows them,” Heather kept up with her strategy, unaware of what was going on inside Jen’s mind. “I mean, I can’t really contact her to find your best tickle spots. Oh, how about you contact her, Jen? That way, she can tell you all your ticklish spots, and then I can use them to tickle you! We’ll have so much fun!”
‘She’s playing right into my hand,’ Heather contemplated as she tried to finish tricking Jen into doing exactly what she wanted. ‘I’ll have to reward her. I’m sure Maddie knows some tickling techniques that Jen likes; I’ll make sure to include those.’
Jen, meanwhile, was flipping between her options like a lovesick teen pulling petals off a flower. ‘I can tell her! No I can’t! She’ll be nice. No, she’ll be mean. No, nice! No, mean! Nice! Mean! Nice! Mean! Nice!’
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Chapter 6: Palace Night: Heather’s Room, Part 2
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