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Here is part 4 of Chapter 6 of the Tickle Cartel. Please let me know what you think of it!
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“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jen squealed again. This time, it was for real, as the Q-tip had dipped into her bellybutton and was lightly cleaning around it. Along with her squealing, Jen was also squirming crazily, trying to at least get the Q-tip out of her navel and on the main surface of her stomach. “GEHEHET IHIHIHIT OHOHOHOUT! GEHEHET IHIHIHIT OHOHOUT!”
‘NO!’ Jen was also panicking inside her mind. ‘This is just as bad as when Maddie does it. I can’t do this! I can’t do this! It tickles way too much, and not in a fun way!’
Meanwhile, Heather was thinking that Jen was faking this reaction, ‘You know, last time I suddenly tickle attacked her, she was all begging at first, but then she let the tickling soak in, and she enjoyed it. I’m not going to make the same mistake of assuming that she’s not going to eventually enjoy this.’
“I think I’ll let you balance out the sensation,” Heather dictated. “I know that deep down you like being tickled. Either way, on the off chance that this is really torture for you, well, I guess you deserve it for all the tickling you’ve already done.”
“NOHOHOHOHOHO!” Jen pleaded through her laughter. “PLEHEHEHEHEHESE LEHEHEHET MEHEHEHEHE OHOHOHOHOUT! GEHEHET IHIHIHIT OHOHOHOUT! IHIHIHIHIHIHIM SAHAHAHAHAHAREHEHEHE! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIT!”
‘Please, you’ve got to get this out of here,’ Jen’s begging of Heather extended to her thoughts. ‘This isn’t fun for me. I’m sorry I tickled you so much, but this is way too much for me. Tickle my whole tummy, tickle my armpits, tickle me anywhere else but there with that.’
‘She’s going to start laughing happily in a few seconds, and I’m going to look like a fool if I take mercy on her or shown concern,’ Heather continued to deny that Jen was actually being tortured by the little Q-tip in her hand. ‘I’m not letting that happen again.’
“No, Jen, I’m not convinced you’re not having fun,” Heather rebuked Jen’s pleas with a condescending tone. “You’re just going to have to take it. Although I do appreciate that you’re apologizing. At least I know that a surprise tickle attack from a Q-tip can make you sorry.”
However, after five minutes of tickle torture, the only thing that had happened was that Jen’s pleas got quieter, and Heather was beginning to consider that this actually might be torture for Jen. ‘Maybe this is really getting to her,’ she thought to herself. ‘I suppose there was a reason that her friend sent a picture of a Q-tip and talked about putting it in her bellybutton. I mean, she is still begging for me to get it out.’
“Hey, Jen, how are you doing?” Heather probed, trying to figure out what was going on inside Jen’s mind.
‘Please stop this, I can’t take any more of it!’ That was what Jen was trying to communicate from her mind to Heather. ‘This is pure tickle torture. Get that Q-tip out of my bellybutton. I’ll do anything!’
However, after being tickle tortured for five minutes straight, all Jen could really communicate audibly was, “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! OHOHOHOHOHOHOUT! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOW!” However, she also added a few tears from how bad the tickle torture was, trying to show Heather nonverbally that she really was not alright.
Seeing the tears and hearing the continued begging, Heather finally realized that she had, in fact, found a tickling method that Jen did not like. ‘Wow, this is actually tickle torturing Jen,’ she thought to herself. ‘And, oh no! I’ve been doing this for five minutes straight! I should probably give her a break.’
Reacting from this, Heather pulled out the Q-tip, leaving Jen laying exhausted on the tickle rack. “Sorry, Jen,” she half apologized as she untied her ticklee. “I really didn’t think that was tickling you like that. I thought you were enjoying it.”
As Heather was untying her, Jen’s thoughts returned to sanity, ‘I can’t believe she did that so long. It was torturing me the entire time. Once my legs get untied, I need to pull up and make sure she can’t tickle attack again.’
Jen managed to recover just enough to curl up to protect her bellybutton from any further tickle attacks, and some more tears streamed down her face, although the pace was slowing. Seeing Heather reach down to try and comfort her, she misunderstood the meaning and wrapped her arms over her midriff. “No more tickles! Please! I can’t take any more!”
“Oh, I’m not going to tickle you anymore right now,” Heather promised, getting Jen to look up at her. “I just wanted to offer you this.”
Jen took the tissue that Heather was offering and used it to dry her tears. “Thanks,” she offered.
“Hey, I really am sorry,” Heather apologized again. “You’ve enjoyed everything I’ve thrown at you so far, and I just thought you were reflex begging.”
“Yeah, I can see that,” Jen acknowledged. “But that really was torture. I don’t know why, but I just can’t take the feeling of a Q-tip in my bellybutton. Anywhere else is fine, but not there. I guess there’s a reason why Maddie calls it my tickle button.”
“Oh, Jen, a lot of people have tickle buttons like that,” Heather tried to comfort her. “I’ve got one like that. It’s just that your tickle button is a lot more resilient to conventional tickle tactics than most. That makes it more of a fun tickle button than a tickle torture button. I’m sorry for overdoing it. Anything I can do to make up for it?”
“Just not tickle me again right now,” was all Jen could come up with. “I might think of something later.”
“I can do that, and you just let me know if you think of something else,” Heather agreed. “Anyway, did you want to hear the rest of the story that I was telling earlier?”
“Yeah,” Jen affirmed as she recalled around where the story had left off.
“Well, I was working as the Head Tickle Mistress of the Tickle Slave Training Academy, tickling future tickle slaves and loving my job,” Heather got back into the story. “I loved tormenting tickle slaves and trainers alike, as well as marketing tickle slaves at auctions where we would sell them. One day, I was tickling one of my subordinates for insubordination when one of my secretaries called me away for a call from the Queen Mistress’s Palace. I handed the subordinate off to Wendy, who was my second-in-command, for further tickling, while I answered the phone. Queen Mistress Jade, who was my predecessor, announced that she was retiring from being Queen Mistress once a replacement was chosen for her, and she wanted me to interview to be the next one. Of course, I was flattered, and I put in my application to become the next Queen Mistress. I interviewed with both the Tickle Cartel Council and the current royal court of advisors, and they both seemed to like me, as well as several other candidates from high up in the Tickle Cartel. Through the process, I tickled and was tickled by several members of both the council and the advisors, as were the other candidates. This included that nearly half hour session on the rack that Miss Gallies was speaking of earlier. Eventually, I was chosen to be the next Queen Mistress of the Tickle Cartel. Queen Mistress Jade tickle tortured me in at the coronation ceremony, and then I tickled her to complete the ceremony, and I became the Queen Mistress.”
“Wow, that seems like quite a process,” Jen observed, now fully recovered from her tickling ordeal with the Q-tip. “So, what happened after you became the Queen Mistress?”
“Well, my first few orders were traditional ones,” Heather declared. “I sentenced the former Queen Mistress Jade to a year in the Royal Tickle Dungeon with full torture, based on her record while she was Queen Mistress. I also sentenced all of my opponents to a month in the Royal Tickle Dungeon with full torture. Both of those actions, sentencing the former Queen Mistress and sentencing your losing opponents to be tortured in the Royal Tickle Dungeon, are traditional actions which every Queen Mistress for as long as I know has done. After all this, I began to try and expand the Tickle Cartel business around the world and the galaxies, which I have been moderately effective at.”
“Wait, you sentence your predecessor to tickle torture in the Royal Tickle Dungeon, and all your opponents, too?” Jen questioned incredulously. “That seems crazy!”
“Well, it’s tradition, Jen,” Heather replied. “It’s one of the things that is known before taking the highest office in the Tickle Cartel: eventually you will take the lowest office and be tickle tortured without choice. The main purpose of it is to ensure that nobody who tries to take this office does it for purely selfish motives, as those have drastic consequences. In fact, some of the worst Queen Mistresses are still in the Royal Tickle Dungeon being tortured. The year I sentenced ex-Queen Mistress Jade was a very light sentence, since she was a very good Queen Mistress who only made a few mistakes during her reign. As for the opponents, their terms are recommended by the Tickle Cartel Council based on how ready the council thought they were for the job had they taken it; better readiness means a shorter sentence. They all understand the reason for being sentenced, and I am still friends with all of them, and not just because I’m the Queen Mistress. But yes, that is our tradition.”
‘Wow, that’s such a weird tradition, but I suppose it could be effective,’ Jen tried to wrap her head around the subject. ‘I suppose it’s a good thing, but I wonder how bad that Royal Tickle Dungeon could possibly be if a one-year sentence is considered very light.’
“That’s interesting,” was all Jen said out loud. By this time, she had uncoiled, and the two had moved to sit on Heather’s bed. “So, is there anything else? What about this ‘spreading it around the galaxy’ thing?”
“There are aliens who sell and purchase tickle slaves from us,” Heather admitted. “Yes, they exist, and humans have formal relations with them. Most aliens love tickling more than humans do, and they are some of our best costumers. In fact, there is a division of the Tickle Slave Training Academy that consists entirely of alien tickle slaves, and we have employed alien ticklers to train them. These tickle slaves were sold to us by aliens, and a good amount of them actually enjoy being tickled, although maybe not to the extent of you.”
“Wow,” Jen was dumbfounded at this revelation. “I don’t even know where to go from that. Just wow.”
“Yeah, I know it’s a bit to take in,” Heather acknowledged. “What do you want to do now? We can keep talking or rest or play some games or anything like that.”
“Do you have Uno?” Jen queried, thinking a game would be a good idea.
“Yes, I can go get it,” Heather confirmed. “Here. You go sit at that table, and I’ll be right back.” Jen sat at the table, which seemed suited for a card game, and Heather headed out, to return a few minutes later. As she was dealing, she asked, “Do you want to go first, or would you like me to go first?”
“I’ll go first; I want to see if I can get this right away,” Jen responded with a smile.
The two played Uno for another ten minutes, splitting two games and in the middle of a third one, when the door swung open and several guards hurried in towards them. “You two are to spend time in the Royal Tickle Dungeon, as per Dungeon Mistress Yvette’s orders,” one of the guards broadcasted as Jen and Heather were tackled, then handcuffed. Jen stood dumbfounded again as she saw Cammy and Diana being escorted in by guards, also both restrained.
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“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jen squealed again. This time, it was for real, as the Q-tip had dipped into her bellybutton and was lightly cleaning around it. Along with her squealing, Jen was also squirming crazily, trying to at least get the Q-tip out of her navel and on the main surface of her stomach. “GEHEHET IHIHIHIT OHOHOHOUT! GEHEHET IHIHIHIT OHOHOUT!”
‘NO!’ Jen was also panicking inside her mind. ‘This is just as bad as when Maddie does it. I can’t do this! I can’t do this! It tickles way too much, and not in a fun way!’
Meanwhile, Heather was thinking that Jen was faking this reaction, ‘You know, last time I suddenly tickle attacked her, she was all begging at first, but then she let the tickling soak in, and she enjoyed it. I’m not going to make the same mistake of assuming that she’s not going to eventually enjoy this.’
“I think I’ll let you balance out the sensation,” Heather dictated. “I know that deep down you like being tickled. Either way, on the off chance that this is really torture for you, well, I guess you deserve it for all the tickling you’ve already done.”
“NOHOHOHOHOHO!” Jen pleaded through her laughter. “PLEHEHEHEHEHESE LEHEHEHET MEHEHEHEHE OHOHOHOHOUT! GEHEHET IHIHIHIT OHOHOHOUT! IHIHIHIHIHIHIM SAHAHAHAHAHAREHEHEHE! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIT!”
‘Please, you’ve got to get this out of here,’ Jen’s begging of Heather extended to her thoughts. ‘This isn’t fun for me. I’m sorry I tickled you so much, but this is way too much for me. Tickle my whole tummy, tickle my armpits, tickle me anywhere else but there with that.’
‘She’s going to start laughing happily in a few seconds, and I’m going to look like a fool if I take mercy on her or shown concern,’ Heather continued to deny that Jen was actually being tortured by the little Q-tip in her hand. ‘I’m not letting that happen again.’
“No, Jen, I’m not convinced you’re not having fun,” Heather rebuked Jen’s pleas with a condescending tone. “You’re just going to have to take it. Although I do appreciate that you’re apologizing. At least I know that a surprise tickle attack from a Q-tip can make you sorry.”
However, after five minutes of tickle torture, the only thing that had happened was that Jen’s pleas got quieter, and Heather was beginning to consider that this actually might be torture for Jen. ‘Maybe this is really getting to her,’ she thought to herself. ‘I suppose there was a reason that her friend sent a picture of a Q-tip and talked about putting it in her bellybutton. I mean, she is still begging for me to get it out.’
“Hey, Jen, how are you doing?” Heather probed, trying to figure out what was going on inside Jen’s mind.
‘Please stop this, I can’t take any more of it!’ That was what Jen was trying to communicate from her mind to Heather. ‘This is pure tickle torture. Get that Q-tip out of my bellybutton. I’ll do anything!’
However, after being tickle tortured for five minutes straight, all Jen could really communicate audibly was, “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! OHOHOHOHOHOHOUT! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOW!” However, she also added a few tears from how bad the tickle torture was, trying to show Heather nonverbally that she really was not alright.
Seeing the tears and hearing the continued begging, Heather finally realized that she had, in fact, found a tickling method that Jen did not like. ‘Wow, this is actually tickle torturing Jen,’ she thought to herself. ‘And, oh no! I’ve been doing this for five minutes straight! I should probably give her a break.’
Reacting from this, Heather pulled out the Q-tip, leaving Jen laying exhausted on the tickle rack. “Sorry, Jen,” she half apologized as she untied her ticklee. “I really didn’t think that was tickling you like that. I thought you were enjoying it.”
As Heather was untying her, Jen’s thoughts returned to sanity, ‘I can’t believe she did that so long. It was torturing me the entire time. Once my legs get untied, I need to pull up and make sure she can’t tickle attack again.’
Jen managed to recover just enough to curl up to protect her bellybutton from any further tickle attacks, and some more tears streamed down her face, although the pace was slowing. Seeing Heather reach down to try and comfort her, she misunderstood the meaning and wrapped her arms over her midriff. “No more tickles! Please! I can’t take any more!”
“Oh, I’m not going to tickle you anymore right now,” Heather promised, getting Jen to look up at her. “I just wanted to offer you this.”
Jen took the tissue that Heather was offering and used it to dry her tears. “Thanks,” she offered.
“Hey, I really am sorry,” Heather apologized again. “You’ve enjoyed everything I’ve thrown at you so far, and I just thought you were reflex begging.”
“Yeah, I can see that,” Jen acknowledged. “But that really was torture. I don’t know why, but I just can’t take the feeling of a Q-tip in my bellybutton. Anywhere else is fine, but not there. I guess there’s a reason why Maddie calls it my tickle button.”
“Oh, Jen, a lot of people have tickle buttons like that,” Heather tried to comfort her. “I’ve got one like that. It’s just that your tickle button is a lot more resilient to conventional tickle tactics than most. That makes it more of a fun tickle button than a tickle torture button. I’m sorry for overdoing it. Anything I can do to make up for it?”
“Just not tickle me again right now,” was all Jen could come up with. “I might think of something later.”
“I can do that, and you just let me know if you think of something else,” Heather agreed. “Anyway, did you want to hear the rest of the story that I was telling earlier?”
“Yeah,” Jen affirmed as she recalled around where the story had left off.
“Well, I was working as the Head Tickle Mistress of the Tickle Slave Training Academy, tickling future tickle slaves and loving my job,” Heather got back into the story. “I loved tormenting tickle slaves and trainers alike, as well as marketing tickle slaves at auctions where we would sell them. One day, I was tickling one of my subordinates for insubordination when one of my secretaries called me away for a call from the Queen Mistress’s Palace. I handed the subordinate off to Wendy, who was my second-in-command, for further tickling, while I answered the phone. Queen Mistress Jade, who was my predecessor, announced that she was retiring from being Queen Mistress once a replacement was chosen for her, and she wanted me to interview to be the next one. Of course, I was flattered, and I put in my application to become the next Queen Mistress. I interviewed with both the Tickle Cartel Council and the current royal court of advisors, and they both seemed to like me, as well as several other candidates from high up in the Tickle Cartel. Through the process, I tickled and was tickled by several members of both the council and the advisors, as were the other candidates. This included that nearly half hour session on the rack that Miss Gallies was speaking of earlier. Eventually, I was chosen to be the next Queen Mistress of the Tickle Cartel. Queen Mistress Jade tickle tortured me in at the coronation ceremony, and then I tickled her to complete the ceremony, and I became the Queen Mistress.”
“Wow, that seems like quite a process,” Jen observed, now fully recovered from her tickling ordeal with the Q-tip. “So, what happened after you became the Queen Mistress?”
“Well, my first few orders were traditional ones,” Heather declared. “I sentenced the former Queen Mistress Jade to a year in the Royal Tickle Dungeon with full torture, based on her record while she was Queen Mistress. I also sentenced all of my opponents to a month in the Royal Tickle Dungeon with full torture. Both of those actions, sentencing the former Queen Mistress and sentencing your losing opponents to be tortured in the Royal Tickle Dungeon, are traditional actions which every Queen Mistress for as long as I know has done. After all this, I began to try and expand the Tickle Cartel business around the world and the galaxies, which I have been moderately effective at.”
“Wait, you sentence your predecessor to tickle torture in the Royal Tickle Dungeon, and all your opponents, too?” Jen questioned incredulously. “That seems crazy!”
“Well, it’s tradition, Jen,” Heather replied. “It’s one of the things that is known before taking the highest office in the Tickle Cartel: eventually you will take the lowest office and be tickle tortured without choice. The main purpose of it is to ensure that nobody who tries to take this office does it for purely selfish motives, as those have drastic consequences. In fact, some of the worst Queen Mistresses are still in the Royal Tickle Dungeon being tortured. The year I sentenced ex-Queen Mistress Jade was a very light sentence, since she was a very good Queen Mistress who only made a few mistakes during her reign. As for the opponents, their terms are recommended by the Tickle Cartel Council based on how ready the council thought they were for the job had they taken it; better readiness means a shorter sentence. They all understand the reason for being sentenced, and I am still friends with all of them, and not just because I’m the Queen Mistress. But yes, that is our tradition.”
‘Wow, that’s such a weird tradition, but I suppose it could be effective,’ Jen tried to wrap her head around the subject. ‘I suppose it’s a good thing, but I wonder how bad that Royal Tickle Dungeon could possibly be if a one-year sentence is considered very light.’
“That’s interesting,” was all Jen said out loud. By this time, she had uncoiled, and the two had moved to sit on Heather’s bed. “So, is there anything else? What about this ‘spreading it around the galaxy’ thing?”
“There are aliens who sell and purchase tickle slaves from us,” Heather admitted. “Yes, they exist, and humans have formal relations with them. Most aliens love tickling more than humans do, and they are some of our best costumers. In fact, there is a division of the Tickle Slave Training Academy that consists entirely of alien tickle slaves, and we have employed alien ticklers to train them. These tickle slaves were sold to us by aliens, and a good amount of them actually enjoy being tickled, although maybe not to the extent of you.”
“Wow,” Jen was dumbfounded at this revelation. “I don’t even know where to go from that. Just wow.”
“Yeah, I know it’s a bit to take in,” Heather acknowledged. “What do you want to do now? We can keep talking or rest or play some games or anything like that.”
“Do you have Uno?” Jen queried, thinking a game would be a good idea.
“Yes, I can go get it,” Heather confirmed. “Here. You go sit at that table, and I’ll be right back.” Jen sat at the table, which seemed suited for a card game, and Heather headed out, to return a few minutes later. As she was dealing, she asked, “Do you want to go first, or would you like me to go first?”
“I’ll go first; I want to see if I can get this right away,” Jen responded with a smile.
The two played Uno for another ten minutes, splitting two games and in the middle of a third one, when the door swung open and several guards hurried in towards them. “You two are to spend time in the Royal Tickle Dungeon, as per Dungeon Mistress Yvette’s orders,” one of the guards broadcasted as Jen and Heather were tackled, then handcuffed. Jen stood dumbfounded again as she saw Cammy and Diana being escorted in by guards, also both restrained.
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