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Here is Part 1 of Chapter 8 of The Tickle Cartel. It's about the same length as my stories have been lately.
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Chapter 7: Palace Night: Dungeon, Part 9
With Jen locked on top of the table in front of her, Queen Mistress Heather looked straight into her new victim’s eyes. “Jen, what did you think of my Royal Tickle Dungeon overall?”
“AHAHAHAHAHA HEHEHEHEHEHEY STAHAHAHAHAP THAHAHAHAT!” Jen was about to answer when Queen Mistress Heather’s fingernails began dancing on her belly.
‘W-what’s happening?’ Jen internally questioned. ‘I can’t answer like this! She’s tickling too much.’
“Hey, stop that?” Queen Mistress Heather repeated Jen’s initial outburst. “You know, that’s quite a popular answer for this question. Nearly everyone I’ve had on here answers like that to start with. However, it’s not a good enough answer for me, so I’m going to keep tickling you until you come up with a real answer. Tickle, tickle, tickle, Jen!”
Her body wildly and ineffectively squirming to try and escape the tickling fingers, Jen tried to come up with an answer, ‘What was that dungeon like? I mean, there was a lot of tickling there, and it was pretty fun. But being locked in there with a tickler like Kara or Dungeon Mistress Yvette for a while? That wouldn’t be fun. Hmm, what should I say? Fun or torturous?’
Meanwhile, Queen Mistress Heather was beginning to be displeased by the time it was taking Jen to come up with a response. “Jen, I need an answer, or this will get much worse,” she warned. “Remember that I know just where your tickle button is, tickle toy.”
‘Torture, definitely torture,’ Jen decided internally as she felt fingernails begin to circle around her navel.
“TOHOHOHOHORTUHUHUHUHROHOHOUS AHAHAHA!” Jen yelled out, getting it out just before a fingernail hit her bellybutton.
“Torturous, Jen?” Heather seemed to accept the answer, lifting her fingers from Jen’s midriff to give her a break. “Hmm, didn’t expect that answer from you.”
“It… was just the dungeon… feel,” Jen elaborated while catching her breath. “The tour itself was fun, but there were certain ticklings that I’m very glad weren’t extended.”
“Interesting,” the tickler placed her nails back on Jen’s stomach after a minute break. “Well, now that you’ve said that, I have to ask, what was the most torturous tickling you received?”
Before Jen could reply, the tickling fingernails went straight for her navel, and she was forced to start laughing instead, “AHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHO!”
“That bad of a memory?” Queen Mistress Heather teased. “I mean, I know it hasn’t been that long since it happened, but come on, you can tell me. I may even be able to help you get revenge on this person, if I so choose. I am the Queen Mistress of the Tickle Cartel.”
‘Definitely Dungeon Mistress Yvette,’ Jen had chosen this tickling without even considering anything else.
However, with all the tickling in the Royal Tickle Dungeon, Jen’s bellybutton had become hyper-sensitized, and she was unable to say anything except for a little begging through the tickling, “STAHAHAHAHAP! NOHOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHRE!”
“Sorry, ‘stop’ and ‘not there’ don’t sound like ticklings you got,” Queen Mistress Heather refused to back down on the teasing as her fingers wiggled around in Jen’s tickle spot. “You know, you seemed to like me tickling you earlier; maybe that’s just what you want right now. I can tickle you as long as you want, but I do want an answer to my question.”
‘I’m trying to answer you; it’s when Dungeon Mistress Yvette tickled me,’ Jen was getting desperate inside her head. ‘Stop tickling my bellybutton, and I’ll tell you.’
Finally, Jen gained enough control over her reactions to just go to laughter so she could save up some energy to answer the question, “AHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHA!”
“Tickle, tickle, tickle, my ticklish toy’s tickle button!” Queen Mistress Heather continued to tease Jen as she tormented the ticklish woman on her table.
Finally, Jen gained enough energy to shout out, “DUHUHUHUNGEHEOHOHON MIHIHIHISTREHEHEHESS! AHAHAHAHYVEHEHETTE!”
“Oh,” Queen Mistress Heather responded soberly as she slowed down and stopped the tickling. After ceasing her tickling, she requested confirmation, “The Dungeon Mistress tickled you?”
“Yes,” Jen affirmed, using all of a heavy breath to say it.
“And that was probably really torturous,” Heather’s demeanor had changed significantly since she heard Dungeon Mistress Yvette’s name. All Jen could do was nod her head in agreement. “Yeah, Dungeon Mistress Yvette and I have a deal of sorts. Well, it’s more of an order from me to her. She doesn’t get to tickle me anymore unless she wants to be locked up and tickle tortured by her Dungeon Ticklers. A few of those tickling sessions in, I realized just how effective and torturous she can be, so I banned her from tickling me, with that punishment as a threat should she ever violate the ban. She only did it once, but she hates letting the Dungeon Ticklers get revenge on her, so after I followed through on the threat, she’s never joined in again. But I know exactly how you must have felt having her tickle torture you. I’ll go get you some water; I think I tickled you a bit too intensely there.”
Jen was very grateful for the extended break and the refreshments, and she gulped down as much water at once as Queen Mistress Heather allowed. However, there was a price to pay for the break: when her tickler came back, she came back with a pillow. Knowing what the pillow was for, Jen sucked in her stomach to try and prevent it from raising up and more fully exposing her midsection. Heather was unimpressed; she launched a tickle attack on Jen’s ticklish torso, making sure to include some bellybutton raspberries to take away resistance. “HEHEHEHEHEY NOHOHOHOHOHO!” In her relatively weakened state, it was not long before Jen was exhausted enough that the Queen Mistress was able to lift up her abdomen in a hug and shove the pillow under it.
“Jen, I think that’s enough of a break, and I think we’re going to have more fun with you exposed like that,” Queen Mistress Heather’s smile was now mischievous as her fingers returned to the surface of Jen’s belly. “Next question: what as your favorite tickling to receive?”
With the pillow exposing her more effectively, light tickles on Jen’s tummy were just as effective as the rather intense tickles from earlier, and Jen began laughing pretty good as she tried to recall her favorite tickling, ‘What was my favorite time being tickled? It certainly wasn’t Dungeon Mistress Yvette or the Sensory Deprivation Tickles. What else was there? Let’s see: I had the tickle lasers. Those were pretty fun. I guess those were my favorite tickles.’
“THEHEHEHE TIHIHIHICKLEHEHE LAHAHAHAHAHASEHEHERS!” Jen laughed out her answer.
“Tickle lasers?” Queen Mistress Heather tried to recall what Jen was talking about, as she had only heard of these a couple of times. One hand continued to tickle Jen in the center of her midsection as the other scratched the tickler’s head, working to figure out what Jen was talking about. Finally, the tickling stopped as she recalled the technology, “Oh, right, you probably visited someone in the Research Labs?”
“Yep!” Since the tickling had been rather light, although more sensitive, this time, Jen had plenty of energy after it stopped. “Her name was Gretchen. Apparently, she does a lot with tickle lasers. She was really nice, and the tickle lasers were pretty fun to experience.”
“Interesting, I’ve never had the chance to have them on me,” Queen Mistress Heather stated. “I’ll have to try them out sometime. Anyway, I have some more questions for you. You went on the tour, right? Kara didn’t tickle torture you into being a prisoner?”
“I went on the tour, although Kara tried her best to get me locked up,” Jen confirmed.
“Good,” Queen Mistress Heather declared, turning away to think. “I’m going to have to find a better punishment for her for when she tickles people like that. So, since you got to be the tickler for part of the tour, what was your favorite experience of tickling someone?”
Even though she was being asked about being the tickler, Jen was still subjected to the same tickling as before, and she could not help but start laughing, “AHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP THAHAHAHAT!”
“Why should I stop it? You’re the ticklish one on the tickle table,” Queen Mistress Heather flatly denied the not-completely-serious request from Jen. “And ‘stop that’ doesn’t sound like someone you tickled.”
“KAHAHAHAHAHARA!” Jen laughed out her answer.
“No, I’m Heather,” Heather ‘corrected’ Jen, thinking that she was pleading for her former tickler to stop tickling her. “And for forgetting my name, I think there should be a punishment.”
“NOHOHOHO IHIHIHI…” Jen’s attempt to explain was cut off by an intense bellybutton raspberry, and she was thrust into pure laughter. Somehow, with the pillow holding her most ticklish area up, the raspberries were worse than earlier. “AHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHA!” The punishment tickles picked up speed, and for a few minutes, all Jen could do was laugh as Queen Mistress Heather raspberried and tickled her hyper-sensitive stomach. Finally, the tickles died down to their previous level, and Jen was able to speak coherently again, “REHEHEHVEHEHENGE OHOHOHOHON KAHAHAHAHARA!”
“You want revenge on Kara?” Queen Mistress Heather still did not understand what Jen was trying to say, and she cocked her head to the side to indicate this.
“IHIHIHIHIHI GOHOHOHOHOT REHEHEHEVEHEHENGE OHOHOHON KAHAHAHARA!” Jen tried her best to explain her tickling Kara through the laughter.
“You tickled Kara?” Queen Mistress Heather attempted to clarify, apparently not having heard this before.
“YEHEHEHEHES!” Jen was relieved at finally being understood.
“Oh,” Queen Mistress Heather’s response was drawn out as she realized what Jen had been trying to tell her, but the tickling did not stop. “Well, that does sound like a fun tickling to give out. However, I don’t want to stop tickling you quite yet, so consider this a bonus of sorts.”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jen could not do anything to make a series of long raspberries on her navel stop. She tried to struggle against her bonds, but nothing lessened the sensation of tickle torture on her torso. Following five minutes of tickle torturing Jen, Heather stopped to give her ticklee a break.
“Sorry about that, Jen,” Queen Mistress Heather half-apologized, a fingernail circling Jen’s navel preventing it from being a full apology. “After I get tickle tortured in the Royal Tickle Dungeon, I get this need to tie someone down and just wreck their most ticklish spots. Usually I tickle torture one of the night servants, but… well, you are tied up here, and you’re just so ticklish.” The finger circling Jen’s tickle button went in, causing a squeal, and a devious smile returned to the tickler’s face. “See, just so, so ticklish, and so, so helpless.” After a minute of wiggling in Jen’s bellybutton, Queen Mistress Heather’s finger returned to its semi-ticklish circle. “Jen, I have another question for you. You told me your favorite experience of being the tickler was getting revenge on Kara, but what was your least favorite tickler experience?”
“AHAHAHAHAHA!” Jen could not answer immediately as ten fingers attacked her sensitive sides, and once again, she tried to wiggle out of the tickling. “DIHIHIHIAHAHANA! IHIHIHIHI TIHIHIHIHICKLEHEHEHED HEHEHEHER!”
“You tickled Diana?” Queen Mistress Heather did not seem happy as she moved her left hand to the center of Jen’s midriff, her right leaving Jen to go pick up something. Jen nodded in affirmation, a little confused as to why her tickler seemed a little angry at her. “And you didn’t like it?”
An active flosser hitting Jen’s bellybutton was the punishment for not liking tickling Diana, and Jen threw her head back in hysterics, “NOHOHOHOHOHO! STAHAHAHAHAP THAHAHAHAT! IHIHIHI CAHAHAHA!” Jen’s attempt at an explanation was cut off when Queen Mistress Heather went to more torturous tactics.
“How can you not like tickling Diana?” Queen Mistress Heather furiously squeezed Jen’s side with her left hand as the right continued to use the flosser to torment Jen’s tickle button. “She’s so fun to tickle, Jen! I can’t believe you didn’t like tickling her!”
Jen was reduced to helpless, then silent, laughter as she tried to explain her dislike of tickling Diana in her thoughts, ‘Diana is pretty fun to tickle, but when you’re tickling her with seven other ticklers, it’s hard to tell what reactions are coming from you. It would have been much different if it was just me or just me and someone else, but with so many ticklers, it’s too hard to know what you’re doing to her.’
Queen Mistress Heather’s anger tickling finally subsided when she saw Jen go into silent laughter, although she used the little break that she was giving Jen to get an electric toothbrush in her left hand. “Explain, Jen!” she demanded. “What’s so bad about tickling Diana?”
“The gang tickling, it… AHAHAHAHAHAHA” Jen managed to get out before flosser and toothbrush started tickling her again.
Not really interested in an explanation at the time, Queen Mistress Heather used the two tools to tickle torture her victim for another five minutes, during which all Jen could do was laugh. ‘Why’s she doing this to me?’ Jen desperately wondered in her head. ‘What did I do wrong? I answered her honestly, and I’m getting tickle tortured for it! Why is she so mad at me for telling the truth? Why won’t she let me explain?’
Once she had gotten her anger out, Heather finally addressed Jen again, this time in a calmer voice, “Alright, Jen, tell me what you were going to say. I won’t tickle torture you this time unless the answer isn’t sufficient.”
Working hard to catch her breath through her response, Jen managed to proclaim, “The… gang tickling… it wasn’t personal enough. I… I couldn’t tell what I was… doing to Diana. I’m sure she’s fun… to tickle… but I didn’t feel like… like I was doing that much… to make her laugh.” Inside, Jen was begging for this explanation to please the Queen Mistress; she could not take another tickle torture like that again.
“And I suppose that’s the only time you gang tickled someone while you were in there?” Queen Mistress Heather inquired, talking slower to let Jen catch her breath more fully.
“Yes,” Jen took a deep breath after affirming that. “Kara and I tickled together for the other people, but this was the only time where there were more than two ticklers.”
“I guess I can understand that,” Heather allowed, offering a compassionate smile. “Just never say that Diana’s not fun to tickle in front of me again. She is very fun to tickle, as I’m sure you’ll learn on your voyage to get Maddie. She’s one of my favorite servants, so I take accusations like that personally, even if you didn’t mean it that way. Sorry I had to punish you like that; I guess I hadn’t quite got over my desire to wreck someone. Anyway, I think you’ve had enough tickle torture for the day and night, so I’ll let you out.” The press of a button released Jen, and Queen Mistress Heather called in a couple of her servants. “Irene, Sophie, please take Jen to her room for the night. Don’t tickle her any; I’ve done plenty of that. Irene, you’re Jen’s servant for the night, and make sure she gets to breakfast in the morning. Jen, I’ll see you in the morning, and don’t worry, I’ll try not to be as cruel as I was tonight. Sleep well.”
Upon being led to her room, Jen thanked the two servants. She was provided with everything she needed, and then she collapsed into bed, exhausted from all the tickling she had received. Within a minute of laying her head on the luxurious pillow in the guest room of the Queen Mistress’ Palace, Jen was asleep; worrying about tomorrow could wait until she woke up.
Next Chapter
Chapter 8: Palace Night: Closing, Part 2
Please let me know what you think, and thank you for reading!
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Previous Chapter
Chapter 7: Palace Night: Dungeon, Part 9
With Jen locked on top of the table in front of her, Queen Mistress Heather looked straight into her new victim’s eyes. “Jen, what did you think of my Royal Tickle Dungeon overall?”
“AHAHAHAHAHA HEHEHEHEHEHEY STAHAHAHAHAP THAHAHAHAT!” Jen was about to answer when Queen Mistress Heather’s fingernails began dancing on her belly.
‘W-what’s happening?’ Jen internally questioned. ‘I can’t answer like this! She’s tickling too much.’
“Hey, stop that?” Queen Mistress Heather repeated Jen’s initial outburst. “You know, that’s quite a popular answer for this question. Nearly everyone I’ve had on here answers like that to start with. However, it’s not a good enough answer for me, so I’m going to keep tickling you until you come up with a real answer. Tickle, tickle, tickle, Jen!”
Her body wildly and ineffectively squirming to try and escape the tickling fingers, Jen tried to come up with an answer, ‘What was that dungeon like? I mean, there was a lot of tickling there, and it was pretty fun. But being locked in there with a tickler like Kara or Dungeon Mistress Yvette for a while? That wouldn’t be fun. Hmm, what should I say? Fun or torturous?’
Meanwhile, Queen Mistress Heather was beginning to be displeased by the time it was taking Jen to come up with a response. “Jen, I need an answer, or this will get much worse,” she warned. “Remember that I know just where your tickle button is, tickle toy.”
‘Torture, definitely torture,’ Jen decided internally as she felt fingernails begin to circle around her navel.
“TOHOHOHOHORTUHUHUHUHROHOHOUS AHAHAHA!” Jen yelled out, getting it out just before a fingernail hit her bellybutton.
“Torturous, Jen?” Heather seemed to accept the answer, lifting her fingers from Jen’s midriff to give her a break. “Hmm, didn’t expect that answer from you.”
“It… was just the dungeon… feel,” Jen elaborated while catching her breath. “The tour itself was fun, but there were certain ticklings that I’m very glad weren’t extended.”
“Interesting,” the tickler placed her nails back on Jen’s stomach after a minute break. “Well, now that you’ve said that, I have to ask, what was the most torturous tickling you received?”
Before Jen could reply, the tickling fingernails went straight for her navel, and she was forced to start laughing instead, “AHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHO!”
“That bad of a memory?” Queen Mistress Heather teased. “I mean, I know it hasn’t been that long since it happened, but come on, you can tell me. I may even be able to help you get revenge on this person, if I so choose. I am the Queen Mistress of the Tickle Cartel.”
‘Definitely Dungeon Mistress Yvette,’ Jen had chosen this tickling without even considering anything else.
However, with all the tickling in the Royal Tickle Dungeon, Jen’s bellybutton had become hyper-sensitized, and she was unable to say anything except for a little begging through the tickling, “STAHAHAHAHAP! NOHOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHRE!”
“Sorry, ‘stop’ and ‘not there’ don’t sound like ticklings you got,” Queen Mistress Heather refused to back down on the teasing as her fingers wiggled around in Jen’s tickle spot. “You know, you seemed to like me tickling you earlier; maybe that’s just what you want right now. I can tickle you as long as you want, but I do want an answer to my question.”
‘I’m trying to answer you; it’s when Dungeon Mistress Yvette tickled me,’ Jen was getting desperate inside her head. ‘Stop tickling my bellybutton, and I’ll tell you.’
Finally, Jen gained enough control over her reactions to just go to laughter so she could save up some energy to answer the question, “AHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHA!”
“Tickle, tickle, tickle, my ticklish toy’s tickle button!” Queen Mistress Heather continued to tease Jen as she tormented the ticklish woman on her table.
Finally, Jen gained enough energy to shout out, “DUHUHUHUNGEHEOHOHON MIHIHIHISTREHEHEHESS! AHAHAHAHYVEHEHETTE!”
“Oh,” Queen Mistress Heather responded soberly as she slowed down and stopped the tickling. After ceasing her tickling, she requested confirmation, “The Dungeon Mistress tickled you?”
“Yes,” Jen affirmed, using all of a heavy breath to say it.
“And that was probably really torturous,” Heather’s demeanor had changed significantly since she heard Dungeon Mistress Yvette’s name. All Jen could do was nod her head in agreement. “Yeah, Dungeon Mistress Yvette and I have a deal of sorts. Well, it’s more of an order from me to her. She doesn’t get to tickle me anymore unless she wants to be locked up and tickle tortured by her Dungeon Ticklers. A few of those tickling sessions in, I realized just how effective and torturous she can be, so I banned her from tickling me, with that punishment as a threat should she ever violate the ban. She only did it once, but she hates letting the Dungeon Ticklers get revenge on her, so after I followed through on the threat, she’s never joined in again. But I know exactly how you must have felt having her tickle torture you. I’ll go get you some water; I think I tickled you a bit too intensely there.”
Jen was very grateful for the extended break and the refreshments, and she gulped down as much water at once as Queen Mistress Heather allowed. However, there was a price to pay for the break: when her tickler came back, she came back with a pillow. Knowing what the pillow was for, Jen sucked in her stomach to try and prevent it from raising up and more fully exposing her midsection. Heather was unimpressed; she launched a tickle attack on Jen’s ticklish torso, making sure to include some bellybutton raspberries to take away resistance. “HEHEHEHEHEY NOHOHOHOHOHO!” In her relatively weakened state, it was not long before Jen was exhausted enough that the Queen Mistress was able to lift up her abdomen in a hug and shove the pillow under it.
“Jen, I think that’s enough of a break, and I think we’re going to have more fun with you exposed like that,” Queen Mistress Heather’s smile was now mischievous as her fingers returned to the surface of Jen’s belly. “Next question: what as your favorite tickling to receive?”
With the pillow exposing her more effectively, light tickles on Jen’s tummy were just as effective as the rather intense tickles from earlier, and Jen began laughing pretty good as she tried to recall her favorite tickling, ‘What was my favorite time being tickled? It certainly wasn’t Dungeon Mistress Yvette or the Sensory Deprivation Tickles. What else was there? Let’s see: I had the tickle lasers. Those were pretty fun. I guess those were my favorite tickles.’
“THEHEHEHE TIHIHIHICKLEHEHE LAHAHAHAHAHASEHEHERS!” Jen laughed out her answer.
“Tickle lasers?” Queen Mistress Heather tried to recall what Jen was talking about, as she had only heard of these a couple of times. One hand continued to tickle Jen in the center of her midsection as the other scratched the tickler’s head, working to figure out what Jen was talking about. Finally, the tickling stopped as she recalled the technology, “Oh, right, you probably visited someone in the Research Labs?”
“Yep!” Since the tickling had been rather light, although more sensitive, this time, Jen had plenty of energy after it stopped. “Her name was Gretchen. Apparently, she does a lot with tickle lasers. She was really nice, and the tickle lasers were pretty fun to experience.”
“Interesting, I’ve never had the chance to have them on me,” Queen Mistress Heather stated. “I’ll have to try them out sometime. Anyway, I have some more questions for you. You went on the tour, right? Kara didn’t tickle torture you into being a prisoner?”
“I went on the tour, although Kara tried her best to get me locked up,” Jen confirmed.
“Good,” Queen Mistress Heather declared, turning away to think. “I’m going to have to find a better punishment for her for when she tickles people like that. So, since you got to be the tickler for part of the tour, what was your favorite experience of tickling someone?”
Even though she was being asked about being the tickler, Jen was still subjected to the same tickling as before, and she could not help but start laughing, “AHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP THAHAHAHAT!”
“Why should I stop it? You’re the ticklish one on the tickle table,” Queen Mistress Heather flatly denied the not-completely-serious request from Jen. “And ‘stop that’ doesn’t sound like someone you tickled.”
“KAHAHAHAHAHARA!” Jen laughed out her answer.
“No, I’m Heather,” Heather ‘corrected’ Jen, thinking that she was pleading for her former tickler to stop tickling her. “And for forgetting my name, I think there should be a punishment.”
“NOHOHOHO IHIHIHI…” Jen’s attempt to explain was cut off by an intense bellybutton raspberry, and she was thrust into pure laughter. Somehow, with the pillow holding her most ticklish area up, the raspberries were worse than earlier. “AHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHA!” The punishment tickles picked up speed, and for a few minutes, all Jen could do was laugh as Queen Mistress Heather raspberried and tickled her hyper-sensitive stomach. Finally, the tickles died down to their previous level, and Jen was able to speak coherently again, “REHEHEHVEHEHENGE OHOHOHOHON KAHAHAHAHARA!”
“You want revenge on Kara?” Queen Mistress Heather still did not understand what Jen was trying to say, and she cocked her head to the side to indicate this.
“IHIHIHIHIHI GOHOHOHOHOT REHEHEHEVEHEHENGE OHOHOHON KAHAHAHARA!” Jen tried her best to explain her tickling Kara through the laughter.
“You tickled Kara?” Queen Mistress Heather attempted to clarify, apparently not having heard this before.
“YEHEHEHEHES!” Jen was relieved at finally being understood.
“Oh,” Queen Mistress Heather’s response was drawn out as she realized what Jen had been trying to tell her, but the tickling did not stop. “Well, that does sound like a fun tickling to give out. However, I don’t want to stop tickling you quite yet, so consider this a bonus of sorts.”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jen could not do anything to make a series of long raspberries on her navel stop. She tried to struggle against her bonds, but nothing lessened the sensation of tickle torture on her torso. Following five minutes of tickle torturing Jen, Heather stopped to give her ticklee a break.
“Sorry about that, Jen,” Queen Mistress Heather half-apologized, a fingernail circling Jen’s navel preventing it from being a full apology. “After I get tickle tortured in the Royal Tickle Dungeon, I get this need to tie someone down and just wreck their most ticklish spots. Usually I tickle torture one of the night servants, but… well, you are tied up here, and you’re just so ticklish.” The finger circling Jen’s tickle button went in, causing a squeal, and a devious smile returned to the tickler’s face. “See, just so, so ticklish, and so, so helpless.” After a minute of wiggling in Jen’s bellybutton, Queen Mistress Heather’s finger returned to its semi-ticklish circle. “Jen, I have another question for you. You told me your favorite experience of being the tickler was getting revenge on Kara, but what was your least favorite tickler experience?”
“AHAHAHAHAHA!” Jen could not answer immediately as ten fingers attacked her sensitive sides, and once again, she tried to wiggle out of the tickling. “DIHIHIHIAHAHANA! IHIHIHIHI TIHIHIHIHICKLEHEHEHED HEHEHEHER!”
“You tickled Diana?” Queen Mistress Heather did not seem happy as she moved her left hand to the center of Jen’s midriff, her right leaving Jen to go pick up something. Jen nodded in affirmation, a little confused as to why her tickler seemed a little angry at her. “And you didn’t like it?”
An active flosser hitting Jen’s bellybutton was the punishment for not liking tickling Diana, and Jen threw her head back in hysterics, “NOHOHOHOHOHO! STAHAHAHAHAP THAHAHAHAT! IHIHIHI CAHAHAHA!” Jen’s attempt at an explanation was cut off when Queen Mistress Heather went to more torturous tactics.
“How can you not like tickling Diana?” Queen Mistress Heather furiously squeezed Jen’s side with her left hand as the right continued to use the flosser to torment Jen’s tickle button. “She’s so fun to tickle, Jen! I can’t believe you didn’t like tickling her!”
Jen was reduced to helpless, then silent, laughter as she tried to explain her dislike of tickling Diana in her thoughts, ‘Diana is pretty fun to tickle, but when you’re tickling her with seven other ticklers, it’s hard to tell what reactions are coming from you. It would have been much different if it was just me or just me and someone else, but with so many ticklers, it’s too hard to know what you’re doing to her.’
Queen Mistress Heather’s anger tickling finally subsided when she saw Jen go into silent laughter, although she used the little break that she was giving Jen to get an electric toothbrush in her left hand. “Explain, Jen!” she demanded. “What’s so bad about tickling Diana?”
“The gang tickling, it… AHAHAHAHAHAHA” Jen managed to get out before flosser and toothbrush started tickling her again.
Not really interested in an explanation at the time, Queen Mistress Heather used the two tools to tickle torture her victim for another five minutes, during which all Jen could do was laugh. ‘Why’s she doing this to me?’ Jen desperately wondered in her head. ‘What did I do wrong? I answered her honestly, and I’m getting tickle tortured for it! Why is she so mad at me for telling the truth? Why won’t she let me explain?’
Once she had gotten her anger out, Heather finally addressed Jen again, this time in a calmer voice, “Alright, Jen, tell me what you were going to say. I won’t tickle torture you this time unless the answer isn’t sufficient.”
Working hard to catch her breath through her response, Jen managed to proclaim, “The… gang tickling… it wasn’t personal enough. I… I couldn’t tell what I was… doing to Diana. I’m sure she’s fun… to tickle… but I didn’t feel like… like I was doing that much… to make her laugh.” Inside, Jen was begging for this explanation to please the Queen Mistress; she could not take another tickle torture like that again.
“And I suppose that’s the only time you gang tickled someone while you were in there?” Queen Mistress Heather inquired, talking slower to let Jen catch her breath more fully.
“Yes,” Jen took a deep breath after affirming that. “Kara and I tickled together for the other people, but this was the only time where there were more than two ticklers.”
“I guess I can understand that,” Heather allowed, offering a compassionate smile. “Just never say that Diana’s not fun to tickle in front of me again. She is very fun to tickle, as I’m sure you’ll learn on your voyage to get Maddie. She’s one of my favorite servants, so I take accusations like that personally, even if you didn’t mean it that way. Sorry I had to punish you like that; I guess I hadn’t quite got over my desire to wreck someone. Anyway, I think you’ve had enough tickle torture for the day and night, so I’ll let you out.” The press of a button released Jen, and Queen Mistress Heather called in a couple of her servants. “Irene, Sophie, please take Jen to her room for the night. Don’t tickle her any; I’ve done plenty of that. Irene, you’re Jen’s servant for the night, and make sure she gets to breakfast in the morning. Jen, I’ll see you in the morning, and don’t worry, I’ll try not to be as cruel as I was tonight. Sleep well.”
Upon being led to her room, Jen thanked the two servants. She was provided with everything she needed, and then she collapsed into bed, exhausted from all the tickling she had received. Within a minute of laying her head on the luxurious pillow in the guest room of the Queen Mistress’ Palace, Jen was asleep; worrying about tomorrow could wait until she woke up.
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Chapter 8: Palace Night: Closing, Part 2
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