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Here is Part 4 of Chapter 8 of The Tickle Cartel. Please let me know what you think, and thank you for reading!
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Once the guard at the entrance opened the door, Jen and Irene entered Queen Mistress Heather’s palace room. ‘Queen Mistress Heather is still so beautiful in that queenly wear,’ Jen thought to herself as she saw the Queen Mistress dressed up once again. Despite all that had happened since she was last in this room, the new Tickle Cartel employee still remembered to curtsy when Queen Mistress Heather turned her attention to her.
“Welcome back, Jen,” the Queen Mistress warmly welcomed Jen to her palace room again. “I trust that your night and morning went well, and that Irene didn’t tickle you too much?”
Seeing a pointed and judgmental stare from the Queen Mistress in Irene’s direction, Jen quickly put the thought to rest, “My night and morning were wonderful. And Irene was very good to me. She only tickled me as needed for waking up and then when I asked for it.”
A confused look appearing on Queen Mistress Heather’s face was quickly swapped for one of understanding, and then one of approval, “Good. And Irene, good job. You are dismissed.” Irene bowed to the Queen Mistress and then departed the room. With the servant gone, Queen Mistress Heather narrowed her eyes and turned to Jen with a suspicious look. “Jen, I bet you’re wondering why I’ve called you in here this morning.”
“I… I guess so,” Jen was now the confused one, indicating it with a head tilt.
“Well,” the head of the Tickle Cartel got up from her throne, standing at her full height, “I’ve heard some things about you.” Now worried, but not quite sure what about, Jen cowered a little as the Queen Mistress walked over to her. “A little birdie down in the Royal Tickle Dungeon told me you are quite the ticklish one. And now that I look at you…” Queen Mistress Heather got very close to Jen, who was frozen in fear, and whispered, “you look quite ticklish, tickle toy Jen. I just have one question for you.” Jen was still stuck in place, scared with a fear she had thought only Dungeon Mistress Yvette could induce. All of a sudden, the Queen Mistress broke off the intimidation act, smiling and asking, “How was that for acting? Did I scare you?”
“Y-yes,” Jen admitted, trying to recover her senses from the intimidation. “You were very scary. You had me convinced I did something wrong.”
“Nope, I just like to see how people react when I do that,” Queen Mistress Heather took Jen by the shoulders, rubbing them to comfort her young employee. “You know, I think my acting skills are getting better each time I do that. Anyways, relax, Jen; it’s just some harmless fun.” The little massage helped Jen ease up, and Queen Mistress Heather led her back towards the throne. Almost at the Queen Mistress’ seat of power, Jen was pushed to two servants, who swiftly secured the surprised woman to a vertical slab next to the throne. Caught spread-eagle in a trap, Jen looked down at her trapped self, then over to Queen Mistress Heather with a bewildered look. Her new leader had a devious look as she sat down on her throne. “Well, I wasn’t lying about wanting to see you tickled. You remember when you tickled Cammy yesterday?” Jen nodded, wondering why in the world that was being brought up. “Do you remember that I said that I usually have Cammy tickle guests after they tickle her?” Again, Jen nodded, now taking stock of her situation. “Well, even though Cammy was too exhausted to tickle you yesterday, I figured I should still let her have a shot at you. She’s all rested up today, and she told me that she’s ready for revenge. After all, you tickled her quite intensely yesterday. Cammy, you have five minutes, since that’s just a little longer than it took Jen to break you. Have fun!”
Smiling deviously, Cammy began by coming up to Jen’s ear and whispering, “I’m going to pay you back for every second you spent tickling me yesterday.” The tickle time started with a single fingernail slowly tracing Jen’s bare left side. It was tickly enough that Jen would have squirmed away from it had her chains allowed this. “Does that tickle, Jen? Is it tickle, tickle, ticklish to you? Yes? Good.” The soothing voice made Jen wonder if she should be worried or relaxed at the light tickling. “What you were doing to me yesterday was very tickle, tickle, ticklish. Maybe this will be a bit more ticklish to you.”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jen broke into laughter as the single fingernail was joined by its friends and they began skittering up and down the sensitive side. “AHAHAHA THAHAHAHAT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES!”
“So interesting,” the soothing voice of Cammy whispered into Jen’s ear. “You talk about how you’re getting tickled. I noticed that when the Queen Mistress was tickling you yesterday. It’s very entertaining. But right now, I just want to hear you talk less and laugh more.”
‘Talk less and laugh more?’ Jen had a tiny amount of time to think before the next form of tickling interrupted her.
“PFFFFT!” A raspberry jolted Jen out of her thoughts, followed by a fierce combination of wiggling and squeezing fingers.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA MOHOHOHOHORE IHIHINTEHEHENSE!” Jen managed to keep describing her ticklish ordeal through the increased tickles. Her head was momentarily thrown back due to the overwhelming sensations of fingers poking and squeezing all the skin on her most ticklish spot. “LOHOHOHOHOTS OHOHOHOF SQUEHEHEHEHEZEHEHES!” As Cammy came back up near her ear, Jen looked at her tickler with a gleam in her eyes as she laughed hysterically. “YOHOHOHOURE GOHOHOHOHOD!”
“Thanks for the compliment,” the soothing voice returned to Jen’s ear as the intense tickling continued. “I was hoping for a little less talking, but your volume of laughter is making up for it sufficiently. Plus, the compliments on my tickling skills are always welcome. Please do continue.”
“AHAHAHAHA IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHEHES SOHOHOHO MUHUHUHCH!” Jen obliged the request as the tickling fingers worked her midriff over, pushing her into hysterics. Although there were only ten fingers tickling her, the quickness with which Cammy was controlling them made Jen feel like her entire abdomen was being assaulted with tickles at once. “SOHOHOHOHO MAHAHAHANY FIHIHIHINGEHEHERS!”
“You’re just so fun to tickle,” Jen barely recognized the soft voice of her tickler through her laughter. The voice that she was hearing starkly contrasted with the wild fingers controlling her ticklish torso. “I could just tickle you like this all day. My fingers just love this tummy of yours. And from your reaction, I don’t think you’d mind, assuming I gave you breaks to breathe and everything like that. You know what, I think I will tickle you like this until Queen Mistress Heather has me stop.”
‘That’d be just great,’ Jen approved of Cammy’s plan in her mind, but was unable to put that into audible words. Unfortunately for Jen, with the crazy tickling, she could only focus her laughter enough to say short phrases, so an approval like that was out of the question. ‘I do love this tickling technique that you’re using. It just feels like my entire tummy is being tickled at once, and I can just let that laughter go. Just like the way Maddie would always overwhelm me with tickles during and as punishment for losing tickle fights. Thanks, Cammy.’
As she had indicated, Cammy’s fingers poked, prodded, squeezed, and squiggled all over Jen’s midsection until Queen Mistress Heather spoke up, “Cammy, time to quit. It’s been five minutes.” A quick slowdown preceded a still sudden stoppage of the intense tickling that had been Jen’s life for the last five minutes. “Release her, and bring a chair for her to sit in. Also, get her some water.” Servants scurried around to get what their mistress ordered, and before Jen had fully caught her breath, she was sitting in a comfortable seat near Queen Mistress Heather, a servant with refreshing water by her side. Soon, Jen recovered enough to drink some water, and she relaxed in the chair. “Jen, I hope you had fun with that tickling,” Queen Mistress Heather finally addressed Jen when she figured that Jen could talk again.
“Yes, Cammy is very talented, and I enjoyed it,” Jen smiled at Cammy. “It was a nice reminder of fun tickling I’ve had here.”
“Good,” Queen Mistress Heather also seemed pleased at the revelation that Jen enjoyed the tickling. “Now, we need to talk about your future. This morning, I spoke with my Royal Council of Advisors, Diana, and some experienced transporters regarding sending you to get your friend Maddie.” Jen nodded along, but she was a little worried at where the conversation was going. “Before I go any further, I want to make it clear that you are still going to get Maddie; we were just talking about the safest way to do that. Yesterday, I told you that it would just be you and Diana going to get Maddie. That has changed. We are now sending two experienced navigators with you to be in charge of navigating the ship. That way, you and Diana can focus on practicing your skills in the tickle dungeon cell on board. It will have plenty of restraints appropriate for tickling tummies and feet, so both of you can be tickled there plenty. Of course, when Maddie boards, as I said before, I expect her to also be getting tickled by and tickling the two of you in there. The navigators will bring two tickle slaves with them to keep them company, but you will rarely interact with them. I suppose the only time you’ll interact with them is through the PA system when they announce that you’re leaving or arriving somewhere, or if something goes wrong. Other than that, I don’t expect you’ll need to see them. We will also be sending a cook along with you to make meals for everyone. There is a dining room there, so you can go there at the specified mealtimes to eat. In addition, there are stores of snacks and water in the tickle dungeon cell, since tickling and being tickled can be exhausting. Feel free to use them, but don’t deplete the reserves in there before you come back. That would be a bad idea. So, with that updated information, do you have any questions for me?”
“My job on that ship is basically going to be the same, right?” Jen questioned. “Just tickling and being tickled by Diana and Maddie when she comes on board?”
“Yes, you will essentially be doing all the same things that you were going to be doing before,” Queen Mistress Heather confirmed. “The only thing that’s changing is the size of the crew, but you will rarely, if ever, interact with them. They’re just there to keep you safe.”
“I am a little worried that Maddie will have contacted the police or something like that since I disappeared without a trace,” Jen revealed her next concern. “How should I take care of that? I want to come back, but I don’t want someone to think there’s a lot of sudden disappearances and investigate the Tickle Cartel.”
“That’s a good question, and one I think Miss Gallies of the Royal Court of Advisors is best suited to answer,” Queen Mistress Heather turned to one of Jen’s ticklers from the previous night, who was sitting in one of a set of chairs near her.
“Yes, I can answer that,” Miss Gallies stood up. “Jen, some say that honesty is the best policy, and for the most part, that’s true here. You should let Maddie know that you’ve got a new job as a tickler, but don’t mention the Tickle Cartel by name. You can say that you work for Tickle Island in the Caribbean, which is a legitimate business that has been heard of, and it is more or less part of the Tickle Cartel. Also, you should tell her that you recommended her to your superiors, and they want to see her skills to potentially hire her, too. The fact that you seem so close with her may make her want to give it a shot, and she’ll probably tell people that she’s going. That would avert the problem of having people assume she’s just going missing. Since Tickle Island is a legitimate business, it would also avoid the trouble of dealing with law enforcement. Does that answer your question?”
“Mostly,” Jen replied. “There is one little catch, though. Yesterday, Queen Mistress Heather and I texted Maddie, and to answer why I hadn’t texted her since the Tickle Cartel took me, I told her that my aunt and uncle took me on a trip and got me a new phone. How do I incorporate that into my explanation so that she doesn’t get suspicious?”
“Interesting,” Miss Gallies pondered the new information. After a few seconds, a lightbulb went off in her head, and she turned back to Jen, “You could always say that your vacation was to Tickle Island, and that’s where they saw your skills and offered you a chance for a job there. You’re quite ticklish, and you seem like a reasonable visitor to Tickle Island, so it’s a plausible explanation.”
“That sounds like a good idea,” Jen agreed. “Thanks!”
“Always a pleasure,” Miss Gallies smiled contentedly as she sat down.
“Anything else, Jen?” Queen Mistress Heather wondered.
“Not that I can think of,” Jen answered.
“Well, you’ll be working with Diana over the next week before you go, so you can always ask her questions as they come up,” Queen Mistress Heather stated. “Speaking of which, I should tell you what you’ll be doing the next week to help prepare you to be a transporter. The Tickle Cartel has a week-long class for transporters, which is why I chose a week to wait until you get Maddie, and you will be taking that, beginning tomorrow. It starts at 8:00 am and lasts for four hours a day, and it gives some basic instruction on the bondage and tickling machines you’ll see on the ship. You can also practice your tickling skills there and get tips. After class each day, you can get lunch, and then you’ll pair up with Diana at 1:30 pm for some tickle fights and restraints. The winner of the tickle fight will get to restrain and tickle the loser as punishment. Of course, punishment times will be variable, but you’ll have an hour and a half total for that each day. You can also ask questions during this time, both about going to get Maddie and about Diana herself, but I do expect a tickle fight every day. I want you to get to know Diana’s weak spots and vice versa very well before the trip so you can maximize your effectiveness in the tickle dungeon cell during the trip. Once you get done with those, you’ll have the rest of the day to yourself. There are several events and fun things to do on the island, and you’ll have a guide who can help get you places and into events. I think you’ll have a lot of fun in your free time. Any questions about this?” Jen could not think of any, so the Queen Mistress continued, “Not yet? Well, I’m sure your guide will be happy to let you know whatever you want as it comes up. By the way, her name is Rebecca. She’s a veteran Tickle Cartel employee who specializes in training new recruits, and she’s a lot of fun. I think that’s all I have.” At this point, Queen Mistress Heather motioned to one of her servants, who left the room. “I do have one last present for you before you go, Jen.”
The doors opened, and a hooded, bikini-clad figure in handcuffs was escorted into the room. As the figure was tied to the tickle table Jen had been tickled on in her introduction to Queen Mistress Heather, the hood was removed to reveal her identity. Jen’s face betrayed shock at seeing who it was, but she was more shocked when two of Queen Mistress Heather’s bodyguards grabbed her and forcefully led her over there, placing her belly up against the bound woman’s toes. The person who Jen had figured she would be tickling looked up at her with an evil glint. The smile on her face made it clear that despite being tied up, she was the one in charge. Before Jen could say anything else, the bound woman…
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Once the guard at the entrance opened the door, Jen and Irene entered Queen Mistress Heather’s palace room. ‘Queen Mistress Heather is still so beautiful in that queenly wear,’ Jen thought to herself as she saw the Queen Mistress dressed up once again. Despite all that had happened since she was last in this room, the new Tickle Cartel employee still remembered to curtsy when Queen Mistress Heather turned her attention to her.
“Welcome back, Jen,” the Queen Mistress warmly welcomed Jen to her palace room again. “I trust that your night and morning went well, and that Irene didn’t tickle you too much?”
Seeing a pointed and judgmental stare from the Queen Mistress in Irene’s direction, Jen quickly put the thought to rest, “My night and morning were wonderful. And Irene was very good to me. She only tickled me as needed for waking up and then when I asked for it.”
A confused look appearing on Queen Mistress Heather’s face was quickly swapped for one of understanding, and then one of approval, “Good. And Irene, good job. You are dismissed.” Irene bowed to the Queen Mistress and then departed the room. With the servant gone, Queen Mistress Heather narrowed her eyes and turned to Jen with a suspicious look. “Jen, I bet you’re wondering why I’ve called you in here this morning.”
“I… I guess so,” Jen was now the confused one, indicating it with a head tilt.
“Well,” the head of the Tickle Cartel got up from her throne, standing at her full height, “I’ve heard some things about you.” Now worried, but not quite sure what about, Jen cowered a little as the Queen Mistress walked over to her. “A little birdie down in the Royal Tickle Dungeon told me you are quite the ticklish one. And now that I look at you…” Queen Mistress Heather got very close to Jen, who was frozen in fear, and whispered, “you look quite ticklish, tickle toy Jen. I just have one question for you.” Jen was still stuck in place, scared with a fear she had thought only Dungeon Mistress Yvette could induce. All of a sudden, the Queen Mistress broke off the intimidation act, smiling and asking, “How was that for acting? Did I scare you?”
“Y-yes,” Jen admitted, trying to recover her senses from the intimidation. “You were very scary. You had me convinced I did something wrong.”
“Nope, I just like to see how people react when I do that,” Queen Mistress Heather took Jen by the shoulders, rubbing them to comfort her young employee. “You know, I think my acting skills are getting better each time I do that. Anyways, relax, Jen; it’s just some harmless fun.” The little massage helped Jen ease up, and Queen Mistress Heather led her back towards the throne. Almost at the Queen Mistress’ seat of power, Jen was pushed to two servants, who swiftly secured the surprised woman to a vertical slab next to the throne. Caught spread-eagle in a trap, Jen looked down at her trapped self, then over to Queen Mistress Heather with a bewildered look. Her new leader had a devious look as she sat down on her throne. “Well, I wasn’t lying about wanting to see you tickled. You remember when you tickled Cammy yesterday?” Jen nodded, wondering why in the world that was being brought up. “Do you remember that I said that I usually have Cammy tickle guests after they tickle her?” Again, Jen nodded, now taking stock of her situation. “Well, even though Cammy was too exhausted to tickle you yesterday, I figured I should still let her have a shot at you. She’s all rested up today, and she told me that she’s ready for revenge. After all, you tickled her quite intensely yesterday. Cammy, you have five minutes, since that’s just a little longer than it took Jen to break you. Have fun!”
Smiling deviously, Cammy began by coming up to Jen’s ear and whispering, “I’m going to pay you back for every second you spent tickling me yesterday.” The tickle time started with a single fingernail slowly tracing Jen’s bare left side. It was tickly enough that Jen would have squirmed away from it had her chains allowed this. “Does that tickle, Jen? Is it tickle, tickle, ticklish to you? Yes? Good.” The soothing voice made Jen wonder if she should be worried or relaxed at the light tickling. “What you were doing to me yesterday was very tickle, tickle, ticklish. Maybe this will be a bit more ticklish to you.”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jen broke into laughter as the single fingernail was joined by its friends and they began skittering up and down the sensitive side. “AHAHAHA THAHAHAHAT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES!”
“So interesting,” the soothing voice of Cammy whispered into Jen’s ear. “You talk about how you’re getting tickled. I noticed that when the Queen Mistress was tickling you yesterday. It’s very entertaining. But right now, I just want to hear you talk less and laugh more.”
‘Talk less and laugh more?’ Jen had a tiny amount of time to think before the next form of tickling interrupted her.
“PFFFFT!” A raspberry jolted Jen out of her thoughts, followed by a fierce combination of wiggling and squeezing fingers.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA MOHOHOHOHORE IHIHINTEHEHENSE!” Jen managed to keep describing her ticklish ordeal through the increased tickles. Her head was momentarily thrown back due to the overwhelming sensations of fingers poking and squeezing all the skin on her most ticklish spot. “LOHOHOHOHOTS OHOHOHOF SQUEHEHEHEHEZEHEHES!” As Cammy came back up near her ear, Jen looked at her tickler with a gleam in her eyes as she laughed hysterically. “YOHOHOHOURE GOHOHOHOHOD!”
“Thanks for the compliment,” the soothing voice returned to Jen’s ear as the intense tickling continued. “I was hoping for a little less talking, but your volume of laughter is making up for it sufficiently. Plus, the compliments on my tickling skills are always welcome. Please do continue.”
“AHAHAHAHA IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHEHES SOHOHOHO MUHUHUHCH!” Jen obliged the request as the tickling fingers worked her midriff over, pushing her into hysterics. Although there were only ten fingers tickling her, the quickness with which Cammy was controlling them made Jen feel like her entire abdomen was being assaulted with tickles at once. “SOHOHOHOHO MAHAHAHANY FIHIHIHINGEHEHERS!”
“You’re just so fun to tickle,” Jen barely recognized the soft voice of her tickler through her laughter. The voice that she was hearing starkly contrasted with the wild fingers controlling her ticklish torso. “I could just tickle you like this all day. My fingers just love this tummy of yours. And from your reaction, I don’t think you’d mind, assuming I gave you breaks to breathe and everything like that. You know what, I think I will tickle you like this until Queen Mistress Heather has me stop.”
‘That’d be just great,’ Jen approved of Cammy’s plan in her mind, but was unable to put that into audible words. Unfortunately for Jen, with the crazy tickling, she could only focus her laughter enough to say short phrases, so an approval like that was out of the question. ‘I do love this tickling technique that you’re using. It just feels like my entire tummy is being tickled at once, and I can just let that laughter go. Just like the way Maddie would always overwhelm me with tickles during and as punishment for losing tickle fights. Thanks, Cammy.’
As she had indicated, Cammy’s fingers poked, prodded, squeezed, and squiggled all over Jen’s midsection until Queen Mistress Heather spoke up, “Cammy, time to quit. It’s been five minutes.” A quick slowdown preceded a still sudden stoppage of the intense tickling that had been Jen’s life for the last five minutes. “Release her, and bring a chair for her to sit in. Also, get her some water.” Servants scurried around to get what their mistress ordered, and before Jen had fully caught her breath, she was sitting in a comfortable seat near Queen Mistress Heather, a servant with refreshing water by her side. Soon, Jen recovered enough to drink some water, and she relaxed in the chair. “Jen, I hope you had fun with that tickling,” Queen Mistress Heather finally addressed Jen when she figured that Jen could talk again.
“Yes, Cammy is very talented, and I enjoyed it,” Jen smiled at Cammy. “It was a nice reminder of fun tickling I’ve had here.”
“Good,” Queen Mistress Heather also seemed pleased at the revelation that Jen enjoyed the tickling. “Now, we need to talk about your future. This morning, I spoke with my Royal Council of Advisors, Diana, and some experienced transporters regarding sending you to get your friend Maddie.” Jen nodded along, but she was a little worried at where the conversation was going. “Before I go any further, I want to make it clear that you are still going to get Maddie; we were just talking about the safest way to do that. Yesterday, I told you that it would just be you and Diana going to get Maddie. That has changed. We are now sending two experienced navigators with you to be in charge of navigating the ship. That way, you and Diana can focus on practicing your skills in the tickle dungeon cell on board. It will have plenty of restraints appropriate for tickling tummies and feet, so both of you can be tickled there plenty. Of course, when Maddie boards, as I said before, I expect her to also be getting tickled by and tickling the two of you in there. The navigators will bring two tickle slaves with them to keep them company, but you will rarely interact with them. I suppose the only time you’ll interact with them is through the PA system when they announce that you’re leaving or arriving somewhere, or if something goes wrong. Other than that, I don’t expect you’ll need to see them. We will also be sending a cook along with you to make meals for everyone. There is a dining room there, so you can go there at the specified mealtimes to eat. In addition, there are stores of snacks and water in the tickle dungeon cell, since tickling and being tickled can be exhausting. Feel free to use them, but don’t deplete the reserves in there before you come back. That would be a bad idea. So, with that updated information, do you have any questions for me?”
“My job on that ship is basically going to be the same, right?” Jen questioned. “Just tickling and being tickled by Diana and Maddie when she comes on board?”
“Yes, you will essentially be doing all the same things that you were going to be doing before,” Queen Mistress Heather confirmed. “The only thing that’s changing is the size of the crew, but you will rarely, if ever, interact with them. They’re just there to keep you safe.”
“I am a little worried that Maddie will have contacted the police or something like that since I disappeared without a trace,” Jen revealed her next concern. “How should I take care of that? I want to come back, but I don’t want someone to think there’s a lot of sudden disappearances and investigate the Tickle Cartel.”
“That’s a good question, and one I think Miss Gallies of the Royal Court of Advisors is best suited to answer,” Queen Mistress Heather turned to one of Jen’s ticklers from the previous night, who was sitting in one of a set of chairs near her.
“Yes, I can answer that,” Miss Gallies stood up. “Jen, some say that honesty is the best policy, and for the most part, that’s true here. You should let Maddie know that you’ve got a new job as a tickler, but don’t mention the Tickle Cartel by name. You can say that you work for Tickle Island in the Caribbean, which is a legitimate business that has been heard of, and it is more or less part of the Tickle Cartel. Also, you should tell her that you recommended her to your superiors, and they want to see her skills to potentially hire her, too. The fact that you seem so close with her may make her want to give it a shot, and she’ll probably tell people that she’s going. That would avert the problem of having people assume she’s just going missing. Since Tickle Island is a legitimate business, it would also avoid the trouble of dealing with law enforcement. Does that answer your question?”
“Mostly,” Jen replied. “There is one little catch, though. Yesterday, Queen Mistress Heather and I texted Maddie, and to answer why I hadn’t texted her since the Tickle Cartel took me, I told her that my aunt and uncle took me on a trip and got me a new phone. How do I incorporate that into my explanation so that she doesn’t get suspicious?”
“Interesting,” Miss Gallies pondered the new information. After a few seconds, a lightbulb went off in her head, and she turned back to Jen, “You could always say that your vacation was to Tickle Island, and that’s where they saw your skills and offered you a chance for a job there. You’re quite ticklish, and you seem like a reasonable visitor to Tickle Island, so it’s a plausible explanation.”
“That sounds like a good idea,” Jen agreed. “Thanks!”
“Always a pleasure,” Miss Gallies smiled contentedly as she sat down.
“Anything else, Jen?” Queen Mistress Heather wondered.
“Not that I can think of,” Jen answered.
“Well, you’ll be working with Diana over the next week before you go, so you can always ask her questions as they come up,” Queen Mistress Heather stated. “Speaking of which, I should tell you what you’ll be doing the next week to help prepare you to be a transporter. The Tickle Cartel has a week-long class for transporters, which is why I chose a week to wait until you get Maddie, and you will be taking that, beginning tomorrow. It starts at 8:00 am and lasts for four hours a day, and it gives some basic instruction on the bondage and tickling machines you’ll see on the ship. You can also practice your tickling skills there and get tips. After class each day, you can get lunch, and then you’ll pair up with Diana at 1:30 pm for some tickle fights and restraints. The winner of the tickle fight will get to restrain and tickle the loser as punishment. Of course, punishment times will be variable, but you’ll have an hour and a half total for that each day. You can also ask questions during this time, both about going to get Maddie and about Diana herself, but I do expect a tickle fight every day. I want you to get to know Diana’s weak spots and vice versa very well before the trip so you can maximize your effectiveness in the tickle dungeon cell during the trip. Once you get done with those, you’ll have the rest of the day to yourself. There are several events and fun things to do on the island, and you’ll have a guide who can help get you places and into events. I think you’ll have a lot of fun in your free time. Any questions about this?” Jen could not think of any, so the Queen Mistress continued, “Not yet? Well, I’m sure your guide will be happy to let you know whatever you want as it comes up. By the way, her name is Rebecca. She’s a veteran Tickle Cartel employee who specializes in training new recruits, and she’s a lot of fun. I think that’s all I have.” At this point, Queen Mistress Heather motioned to one of her servants, who left the room. “I do have one last present for you before you go, Jen.”
The doors opened, and a hooded, bikini-clad figure in handcuffs was escorted into the room. As the figure was tied to the tickle table Jen had been tickled on in her introduction to Queen Mistress Heather, the hood was removed to reveal her identity. Jen’s face betrayed shock at seeing who it was, but she was more shocked when two of Queen Mistress Heather’s bodyguards grabbed her and forcefully led her over there, placing her belly up against the bound woman’s toes. The person who Jen had figured she would be tickling looked up at her with an evil glint. The smile on her face made it clear that despite being tied up, she was the one in charge. Before Jen could say anything else, the bound woman…
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