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Here is part 3 of Chapter 6 of the Tickle Cartel. Please let me know what you think of it!
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Chapter 6: Palace Night: Heather’s Room, Part 2
DING! Heather’s story was interrupted by the cell phone announcing that a text had arrived. “I think that’s Maddie,” Jen stated as she picked it up, and sure enough, it was. “Let’s see what she’s got to say.”
‘Jen, is that really you?’ The text started out with the anticipated question. ‘I mean, you can’t really blame me for asking, can you? This is pretty all of a sudden, and I don’t think you would do that to me. And especially not with a pic like that! Not after last time. Prove to me that it is you.’
“Well, I guess a picture isn’t going to be good enough,” Heather noted. “How do you plan to prove to her that you are really you?”
“Do you have a paintbrush around here?” Jen got an idea, recalling a memory that she was sure no one else knew about.
“Yep, there should be some in the tickle tools cabinet,” Heather stated, getting up and heading over to a large cabinet.
As Heather rummaged through the cabinet trying to find a paintbrush, Jen recollected on the memory, ‘Maddie and I decided to take a painting class together, since one was required for a general elective. Neither of us were great at painting, but we encouraged each other through the class. Anyway, Maddie had finished her project, and I was almost done. Right when I took my paintbrush off the canvas and put it back in the water, I felt some nails skitter up my bare side, and I shriek in laughter before turning around to see Maddie. Apparently, she had gotten bored waiting for me to finish up, so she decided to tease me. I told her that I needed to finish up and to not bug me, and she spidered some fingers over my stomach in response. Of course, this didn’t help me, and I tried to dodge her tickles by escaping over to my bed. When she came over, I counterattacked, tickling her on her belly, especially her belly button, and we ended up in a short tickle fight. It probably only lasted five minutes, but we were both laughing pretty hard at the end, and I was the first one to get up. After I pinned Maddie down and pulled her arms up over her head, I told her to let me finish or there would be consequences, emphasizing the consequences with a poke to her bellybutton. She promised not to bug me anymore, and she ended up taking a nap while I finished. Now, I would tease Maddie about her naps, since she would fall asleep pretty soundly, and if she needed to get up earlier than she was expecting, I would have to wake her up. We had talked about watching Netflix after we got done with homework, so I went over to get her up, but then stopped. I still had her tickle attack on my mind, and I thought it might be fun to get her back. However, I wanted it to be different, so I looked around for something I could use to tickle her before I saw my paintbrush. Neither of us had used paintbrushes to tickle each other, but it was pretty soft, so I thought it might work. I lifted up Maddie’s blanket and put the paintbrush in her bellybutton before moving it ever slightly. Suddenly, Maddie jumped back and pulled the blanket back down over her tummy. She demanded to know what I was doing, and so I showed her, jumping on her and stealing back the blankets before using the paintbrush on her bellybutton again. Naturally, she wasn’t that happy about it, and she tried to cover up her bellybutton, but I managed to tickle her for another minute or two before I relented. Later on, she would tell me that the paintbrush was the worst tool she had ever felt in her bellybutton, and it was something I would tease her off and on about.’
“Found one!” Heather announced, breaking Jen out of her thoughts. “What do you need it for, anyways?”
“Well, it’s one of the things that I know about Maddie, and I don’t think anyone else knows about it,” Jen explained. “Maddie can’t stand paintbrushes in her bellybutton, and I have used that to my advantage many a time.”
“Interesting,” Heather commented. “So, do you want to go back to that spot and take another picture?”
“Yeah, let’s do that,” Jen agreed, and the two went over to take the picture.
After they had the picture, Jen sent it to Maddie, with the following text accompanying it: “Maddie, Maddie, Maddie. Are you really doubting that it is me? I guess I’ll just have to use this on your bellybutton when we see each other next. Maybe I’ll paint a picture on you so you don’t ever doubt me again.”
“That ought to get a response,” Jen declared.
“I bet it will; I guess we’ll just have to see what kind it is,” Heather cautiously agreed. “So, now what?”
“You were telling me about how you got promoted to the mistress at the hotel you worked for,” Jen reminded her.
“Ah, yes,” Heather recalled. “So, like I was saying, one of the perks of being a mistress is that you can tickle your subordinates at any time. I definitely took advantage of this, to the point where I was feared by the hotel staff because I would call them in to be tickled plenty. I should note that I still took care of guests and tickled them when requested, but I took full advantage of the benefits of being the boss there. Eventually, my boss, the hotel manager, suggested that I move up and work in the tickle slave training department. After some convincing through tickle torture, she gave me a good recommendation, so I was able to start out as a Tickle Mistress just three levels from the head. This was where I met Wendy, who was one of my subordinates. Once I tickled her into submission a couple of times as punishment for resenting my rise above her, we got along pretty well. I then began to rise to the top in the tickle slave training department, and after a few more years, I got the job that Tickle Mistress Wendy has now, as the head of the Tickle Slave Training Academy.”
DING! Another text had come in. Jen grabbed the phone and took a look at it before announcing, “Well, well, well. I think she finally gets the message, and I think you’ll like what you see. Although, I will say I don’t entirely get the last part.”
When Jen showed the phone to Heather, the Queen Mistress read the text aloud, “Alright, Jen, I believe you. Just keep that thing away from my bellybutton! If you don’t, I’ll be forced to resort to drastic measures… you know what I mean.”
“What does she mean by drastic measures, Jen?” Heather questioned.
“I’m not really sure,” Jen responded. “She’s tickled me so many times…”
DING! DING! Two more texts suddenly came in, both pictures. Jen took the phone back, and her eyes got wide as she looked at what Maddie had sent. “Well, that’s Maddie in both of these pictures, and I know exactly what she means now.”
The first picture was obviously accompanying the first part of the text, as it showed Maddie frightened, apparently at the thought of a paintbrush in her bellybutton. However, the second picture had a much different tone. Maddie was smiling deviously and holding a Q-tip in her hand. “So, what’s the Q-tip have to do with this?” Heather inquired.
DING! A third text came in to answer Heather’s question before Jen had to, and Heather addressed Jen as she read it. “Well, this might just answer my question. It says, ‘Don’t show your belly and threaten to tickle me unless you want this in your tickle button.’ Now, now, what could that mean, Jen? Is someone a little weak to Q-tips?”
Jen backed away, just slightly, as Heather wiggled her fingers at her. “Maybe,” she cautiously replied. “And maybe Maddie’s bluffing. She has been known to do that.”
“I don’t think so,” Heather deduced. “I saw the way you squirmed away from me, and I think that’s because I found something out about you. Let’s get you back on the rack, Jen.”
“You know what, Heather?” Jen responded defiantly. “I’ll get on that rack, just to show you that I’m not afraid of what you have planned.”
“Bold; I like it,” Heather proclaimed. “Get in there, and we’ll see just how tough you really are.”
‘Did I really just say that?’ Jen internally questioned her own actions. ‘I mean, I really can’t stand a Q-tip in my bellybutton; it will drive me crazy. Oh, no. This was a big mistake. But I can’t back down now, or she’ll know I’m scared. I’ve just got to tough it out, and sometime, I’ll be able to get back at her.’
With that resolve, Jen laid down on the rack and allowed Heather to tie her back up. “I’ll be right back with one special tool for your bellybutton,” Heather announced as she walked back towards the cabinet of tickle tools. Less than a minute later, Jen heard her broadcast, “Ah, yes, Jen, I think this one will do. A Q-tip for your ticklish bellybutton. You ready to admit you’re scared yet, Jen?”
“Why would I lie and say that?” Jen turned the question back on Heather, still hoping that she wouldn’t actually use it. “I’m not scared of a Q-tip.”
“We’ll see about that,” Heather crushed Jen’s hopes as she headed back, Q-tip in hand. When she got back, she placed the Q-tip about an inch above Jen’s bellybutton. “Are you sure you’re not scared?”
‘Of course I’m scared,’ Jen thought to herself. ‘I can’t take hardly any tickling with that thing. It’s torture!’
“I- I’m not scared of that,” Jen paused during her answer as she saw the one tool that could push her into hysterics. She squirmed again, ever slightly, as she feared what it would do to her. “Go ahead and tickle me, and you’ll find that out.”
“If you say so,” Heather deviously smiled and lowered the Q-tip about a centimeter in a fake tickle attack.
“NONONO HAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jen squealed before she realized that Heather had not actually tickled her with it. “Hey!”
‘That was so mean!’ Jen thought to herself. ‘And rats! I let her know that I really am scared of it. I don’t I can come back from that easily.’
“You’re scared, aren’t you?” Heather teased, waving the Q-tip back and forth. “I just knew you were scared of this!”
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Chapter 6: Palace Night: Heather’s Room, Part 2
DING! Heather’s story was interrupted by the cell phone announcing that a text had arrived. “I think that’s Maddie,” Jen stated as she picked it up, and sure enough, it was. “Let’s see what she’s got to say.”
‘Jen, is that really you?’ The text started out with the anticipated question. ‘I mean, you can’t really blame me for asking, can you? This is pretty all of a sudden, and I don’t think you would do that to me. And especially not with a pic like that! Not after last time. Prove to me that it is you.’
“Well, I guess a picture isn’t going to be good enough,” Heather noted. “How do you plan to prove to her that you are really you?”
“Do you have a paintbrush around here?” Jen got an idea, recalling a memory that she was sure no one else knew about.
“Yep, there should be some in the tickle tools cabinet,” Heather stated, getting up and heading over to a large cabinet.
As Heather rummaged through the cabinet trying to find a paintbrush, Jen recollected on the memory, ‘Maddie and I decided to take a painting class together, since one was required for a general elective. Neither of us were great at painting, but we encouraged each other through the class. Anyway, Maddie had finished her project, and I was almost done. Right when I took my paintbrush off the canvas and put it back in the water, I felt some nails skitter up my bare side, and I shriek in laughter before turning around to see Maddie. Apparently, she had gotten bored waiting for me to finish up, so she decided to tease me. I told her that I needed to finish up and to not bug me, and she spidered some fingers over my stomach in response. Of course, this didn’t help me, and I tried to dodge her tickles by escaping over to my bed. When she came over, I counterattacked, tickling her on her belly, especially her belly button, and we ended up in a short tickle fight. It probably only lasted five minutes, but we were both laughing pretty hard at the end, and I was the first one to get up. After I pinned Maddie down and pulled her arms up over her head, I told her to let me finish or there would be consequences, emphasizing the consequences with a poke to her bellybutton. She promised not to bug me anymore, and she ended up taking a nap while I finished. Now, I would tease Maddie about her naps, since she would fall asleep pretty soundly, and if she needed to get up earlier than she was expecting, I would have to wake her up. We had talked about watching Netflix after we got done with homework, so I went over to get her up, but then stopped. I still had her tickle attack on my mind, and I thought it might be fun to get her back. However, I wanted it to be different, so I looked around for something I could use to tickle her before I saw my paintbrush. Neither of us had used paintbrushes to tickle each other, but it was pretty soft, so I thought it might work. I lifted up Maddie’s blanket and put the paintbrush in her bellybutton before moving it ever slightly. Suddenly, Maddie jumped back and pulled the blanket back down over her tummy. She demanded to know what I was doing, and so I showed her, jumping on her and stealing back the blankets before using the paintbrush on her bellybutton again. Naturally, she wasn’t that happy about it, and she tried to cover up her bellybutton, but I managed to tickle her for another minute or two before I relented. Later on, she would tell me that the paintbrush was the worst tool she had ever felt in her bellybutton, and it was something I would tease her off and on about.’
“Found one!” Heather announced, breaking Jen out of her thoughts. “What do you need it for, anyways?”
“Well, it’s one of the things that I know about Maddie, and I don’t think anyone else knows about it,” Jen explained. “Maddie can’t stand paintbrushes in her bellybutton, and I have used that to my advantage many a time.”
“Interesting,” Heather commented. “So, do you want to go back to that spot and take another picture?”
“Yeah, let’s do that,” Jen agreed, and the two went over to take the picture.
After they had the picture, Jen sent it to Maddie, with the following text accompanying it: “Maddie, Maddie, Maddie. Are you really doubting that it is me? I guess I’ll just have to use this on your bellybutton when we see each other next. Maybe I’ll paint a picture on you so you don’t ever doubt me again.”
“That ought to get a response,” Jen declared.
“I bet it will; I guess we’ll just have to see what kind it is,” Heather cautiously agreed. “So, now what?”
“You were telling me about how you got promoted to the mistress at the hotel you worked for,” Jen reminded her.
“Ah, yes,” Heather recalled. “So, like I was saying, one of the perks of being a mistress is that you can tickle your subordinates at any time. I definitely took advantage of this, to the point where I was feared by the hotel staff because I would call them in to be tickled plenty. I should note that I still took care of guests and tickled them when requested, but I took full advantage of the benefits of being the boss there. Eventually, my boss, the hotel manager, suggested that I move up and work in the tickle slave training department. After some convincing through tickle torture, she gave me a good recommendation, so I was able to start out as a Tickle Mistress just three levels from the head. This was where I met Wendy, who was one of my subordinates. Once I tickled her into submission a couple of times as punishment for resenting my rise above her, we got along pretty well. I then began to rise to the top in the tickle slave training department, and after a few more years, I got the job that Tickle Mistress Wendy has now, as the head of the Tickle Slave Training Academy.”
DING! Another text had come in. Jen grabbed the phone and took a look at it before announcing, “Well, well, well. I think she finally gets the message, and I think you’ll like what you see. Although, I will say I don’t entirely get the last part.”
When Jen showed the phone to Heather, the Queen Mistress read the text aloud, “Alright, Jen, I believe you. Just keep that thing away from my bellybutton! If you don’t, I’ll be forced to resort to drastic measures… you know what I mean.”
“What does she mean by drastic measures, Jen?” Heather questioned.
“I’m not really sure,” Jen responded. “She’s tickled me so many times…”
DING! DING! Two more texts suddenly came in, both pictures. Jen took the phone back, and her eyes got wide as she looked at what Maddie had sent. “Well, that’s Maddie in both of these pictures, and I know exactly what she means now.”
The first picture was obviously accompanying the first part of the text, as it showed Maddie frightened, apparently at the thought of a paintbrush in her bellybutton. However, the second picture had a much different tone. Maddie was smiling deviously and holding a Q-tip in her hand. “So, what’s the Q-tip have to do with this?” Heather inquired.
DING! A third text came in to answer Heather’s question before Jen had to, and Heather addressed Jen as she read it. “Well, this might just answer my question. It says, ‘Don’t show your belly and threaten to tickle me unless you want this in your tickle button.’ Now, now, what could that mean, Jen? Is someone a little weak to Q-tips?”
Jen backed away, just slightly, as Heather wiggled her fingers at her. “Maybe,” she cautiously replied. “And maybe Maddie’s bluffing. She has been known to do that.”
“I don’t think so,” Heather deduced. “I saw the way you squirmed away from me, and I think that’s because I found something out about you. Let’s get you back on the rack, Jen.”
“You know what, Heather?” Jen responded defiantly. “I’ll get on that rack, just to show you that I’m not afraid of what you have planned.”
“Bold; I like it,” Heather proclaimed. “Get in there, and we’ll see just how tough you really are.”
‘Did I really just say that?’ Jen internally questioned her own actions. ‘I mean, I really can’t stand a Q-tip in my bellybutton; it will drive me crazy. Oh, no. This was a big mistake. But I can’t back down now, or she’ll know I’m scared. I’ve just got to tough it out, and sometime, I’ll be able to get back at her.’
With that resolve, Jen laid down on the rack and allowed Heather to tie her back up. “I’ll be right back with one special tool for your bellybutton,” Heather announced as she walked back towards the cabinet of tickle tools. Less than a minute later, Jen heard her broadcast, “Ah, yes, Jen, I think this one will do. A Q-tip for your ticklish bellybutton. You ready to admit you’re scared yet, Jen?”
“Why would I lie and say that?” Jen turned the question back on Heather, still hoping that she wouldn’t actually use it. “I’m not scared of a Q-tip.”
“We’ll see about that,” Heather crushed Jen’s hopes as she headed back, Q-tip in hand. When she got back, she placed the Q-tip about an inch above Jen’s bellybutton. “Are you sure you’re not scared?”
‘Of course I’m scared,’ Jen thought to herself. ‘I can’t take hardly any tickling with that thing. It’s torture!’
“I- I’m not scared of that,” Jen paused during her answer as she saw the one tool that could push her into hysterics. She squirmed again, ever slightly, as she feared what it would do to her. “Go ahead and tickle me, and you’ll find that out.”
“If you say so,” Heather deviously smiled and lowered the Q-tip about a centimeter in a fake tickle attack.
“NONONO HAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jen squealed before she realized that Heather had not actually tickled her with it. “Hey!”
‘That was so mean!’ Jen thought to herself. ‘And rats! I let her know that I really am scared of it. I don’t I can come back from that easily.’
“You’re scared, aren’t you?” Heather teased, waving the Q-tip back and forth. “I just knew you were scared of this!”
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Chapter 6: Palace Night: Heather’s Room, Part 4
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