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Here is Part 2 of Chapter 9 of The Tickle Cartel. This one is a bit of a divergence from the previous parts. I just started writing it, and when it was done, I didn’t see any other way to put it. Also, it doesn’t have a lot of tickling in it, as a warning.
I hope you enjoy it! Please let me know what you think, and thank you for reading!
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Chapter 9: Interlude, Part 1
‘The beach was where it happened,’ Jen recalled soberly. ‘It was just a normal day, and Maddie had forced me to go along. She tried to convince me that the tan would be worth it and that we would have lots of fun, but I wanted to stay home. Oh, if only I had. But eventually, she wore me down, and so we got changed and went. She had been right, so she got to tickle me for a minute. Little did I know that would just be the start of the tickling I would be getting in the near future. After Maddie tickled me, we laid back to relax and get tanned. Maddie headed to get food a little while later, and then they came.’ Jen shivered in her seat as she recalled the Tickle Cartel invaders. ‘I was just lying on my back, trying to get a good tan, when I heard someone scream out in terror. There were several people tying up others just like me, it seemed like every woman between 18 and 25 years old was being hogtied. Before I had a chance to help anyone, someone grabbed my hands and forced them behind my back. All I wanted to do was get free, so I struggled, and they tickled my sides in retaliation. Not expecting it, I squealed and let down my guard, making myself the next one to be hogtied and blindfolded. When the blindfold was taken off, I was in a cage on a ship with all the others that had been taken. I looked around, but I didn’t recognize anyone, and now I’m very thankful I couldn’t see Maddie on there. They brought us in for tickle testing, and then they sent us on tickle torture ships for our trip to the Tickle Cartel. That part wasn’t all that terrible, but the whole experience was terrifying.’
“Jen?” Tickle Mistress Wendy watched Jen stare off into space and continually shudder. There was nothing coming out of her mouth, so Wendy was not sure what was up. “Jen? What’s going on?” She put a hand on Jen’s shoulder, to no response. “Jen! Jen, what’s happening?”
Not seeing a better alternative to get any response out of Jen, Wendy stuck a finger in Jen’s navel and wiggled. “EHEHAHAHAHA!” Jen’s squeal took her completely out of her thoughts, and Wendy stopped with the laugh. “W… Wendy,” she finished coming back to reality.
“Jen, what was going on?” Wendy looked over Jen with concern, trying to find anything that would explain the odd behavior.
“Sorry, you mentioned the beach, and that was where the Tickle Cartel kidnapped me,” Jen shuddered again as she told Tickle Mistress Wendy this. “It was really scary.”
“Oh Jen, I’m so sorry,” Wendy embraced Jen as Jen let some tears fall down. “I know that is pretty terrifying for many people, and I can’t say that I agree with the tactics used. Come here; you’re safe now.”
As Wendy comforted her, Jen’s tears continued falling down as she declared, “That was the last time I saw Maddie. We were together at that beach, and she would have been taken too if she hadn’t gone to get food.”
“That is terrible, Jen,” Wendy continued to comfort Jen. “For the record, I am sorry that you got taken; it wasn’t right for us to do that. And I’m glad that Maddie didn’t get taken.”
“No, you’re not!” Jen’s attitude changed in a flash and she pushed away from Wendy, tears still streaming down her eyes. “You would have just taken her and tickle tortured her! She can’t stand the tickle torture like I can; she would have been crying from the first instant someone started tickling her! She’s fine when I do it because we trust each other, but she would have been miserable in your dungeons. It’s exactly what you want out of tickle slaves! How can you say that you’re sorry? You’re one of them! One of those people who would have gladly locked me up for tickle torture if I hadn’t been so resistant to it. You’re evil!”
The sudden change in Jen’s attitude shocked Wendy so much that she did not realize Jen was getting out until she was out of the T cart and running away. “Jen, wait!” Wendy called out, but the nineteen-year-old was already out and had no plans of returning. “I’ve got to find her and get her back to make sure she doesn’t get into any real trouble,” Wendy vowed. She got her Tickle Cartel-assigned cellphone out and called her office. “Christine, call the Jolly Jesters. I need you to have them find the Jen I met yesterday. She’s nineteen, Caucasian, flowing black hair, and around 5’ 8” tall. She’s wearing a yellow crop top, black shorts, and black flip flops. She ran away from me near Bellowing Burgers. Tell them that they can tickle her to subdue her, but make sure they don’t torture her. Her tummy is her weak spot. Have them call my cellphone if they find her. And you, go down and get the name of every new person who is brought into the Training Academy. If this Jen I’m talking about gets brought there, you free her and take her up to my office, then let me know. She’s scared and mad, but she’s a good person; she doesn’t deserve to be punished. I’m going to try and find her, and I’ll let you know if I do.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Wendy’s assistant confirmed that she would call the Tickle Cartel’s police force. Knowing that more people would be helping her search for Jen, Tickle Mistress Wendy turned off the T cart, locked it, and rushed off to find Jen herself.
‘She’s just like the rest!’ Jen was furious with Wendy. The tears had slowed down, but there were still plenty on her face as she ran away from where the Tickle Mistress had taken her to lunch. ‘If I wasn’t so good at resisting tickling and tickling others, she would be torturing me. Anyone else would still be at her mercy right now as they were tickle tortured into tears. No, people ARE at her mercy and being tickle tortured into tears right now. That’s everyone else from when I was taken. The only reason she’s been kind to me is to make me into another her. Someone who will sadistically tickle torture others just for the fun of it. Well, I’m not that, and I’m going to escape.’ Jen ran to an intersection, looking around for a safe place to hide from Wendy. However, she was alone, scared, and as she now realized, somewhere that she was completely unfamiliar with. With a crosswalk sign lit up, she crossed the street, more tears beginning to come down her face. ‘I don’t need Wendy. I can find work somewhere here, and then I’ll get off of this island. Back to home, and then I can meet up with Maddie. We can take the Tickle Cartel down together, with my testimony and her determination. I’m sure she’s looking for me right now.’ Jen paused as she considered what she was really looking for. ‘I just want a friend right now.’
As Jen walked around in random patterns, her only goal to make sure Wendy did not find her, tears of betrayal and fear continued to stream down her face. A Jolly Jester, who had not yet gotten the message about Jen escaping, saw that she was clearly lost and took pity on her. “Hello,” she approached Jen, a baton that was used for tickling on her belt to indicate that she was an officer. “Hello miss. My name is Officer Ophelia, and I noticed that you seem to be lost. What’s your name?”
“J-Jen,” Jen responded, the tears still coming down her face.
“Hi, Jen,” Ophelia stated softly. “I know my way around here pretty well; what can I help you find?”
‘Where should I tell her that I want to go?’ Jen realized just how little she knew about what was around here. ‘I can’t go back to the palace; Wendy will surely find me. And I certainly can’t go to that training academy; Wendy might actually make me a tickle slave. I don’t think they’ll take me to Tickle Island. Where can I go?’
“I… I don’t know,” Jen began sobbing again. “I don’t even know where I’m going.”
“It’s fine,” Ophelia gave her a hug. “I’ll take you to the station, and we can look up places to go from there. If you have any details, we can find where you need to go, and I’ll make sure you get there safely.”
“No!” Jen pushed away from the hug, fearing that if she went to the station, they would lock her up. “I don’t want to go to the station.”
“Alright, alright, we don’t need to go there,” Ophelia cared more about helping Jen than figuring out why she did not want to go to the Jolly Jester station. “You know what, Jen, we’ll find some other way to get you where you need to go.”
Desperately wanting to trust this officer, Jen let her guard down a little and got closer to the officer. “Okay,” she hesitantly declared, looking Ophelia in the eye. “Alright, but you need to trust me when I say this.” Ophelia gave her a compassionate nod, and Jen continued, “I’m not a tickle slave, but I just need to get away from someone. I’m supposed to be a Dungeon Tickler, but I haven’t gotten my official assignment yet. I just need somewhere to go right now so the person who I got away from doesn’t find me.”
“Alright,” Ophelia was not quite sure if she believed Jen, but for the sake of establishing trust, she decided to buy into the story. “Can you tell me who you’re running from?”
“Jen! Jen, where are you?” Tickle Mistress Wendy called out as she roamed the streets of the Tickle Cartel, looking for her protegee. “Jen, it’s Wendy! I know you don’t want to see me right now, but I want to help you! Come back here!”
‘I shouldn’t have kept her on the subject of her kidnapping,’ Wendy internally regretted her conversation with Jen. ‘It’s always a sore spot, and it tends to bring out the worst opinions of the Tickle Cartel and its leadership. And her friend, her would-be-poor friend. Jen was right. We would have just tickle tortured her friend into submission and possibly missed out on a great employee. And if she’s anything like Jen, we would have made a great person into a tickle slave. I need to bring that up at the next meeting with Queen Mistress Heather. Maybe have an entry test for all tickle slaves to see how good they can be at tickling others or if they have any special abilities. Make that another way into employment at the Tickle Cartel. But right now, I need to find Jen. There’s a lot of trouble to get into here. I hope she didn’t run into one of the roaming gangs. They’d tickle torture her for everything on her, which I guess is just her flip flops, and then sell her to a non-official slave ring. She’d never go to the academy, and there would be no way for me to help her.’
“Jen! Jen!” Wendy continued calling out as she desperately searched for Jen.
Next Chapter
Chapter 9: Interlude, Part 3
I hope you enjoy it! Please let me know what you think, and thank you for reading!
All Tickle Cartel Chapters
Previous Chapter
Chapter 9: Interlude, Part 1
‘The beach was where it happened,’ Jen recalled soberly. ‘It was just a normal day, and Maddie had forced me to go along. She tried to convince me that the tan would be worth it and that we would have lots of fun, but I wanted to stay home. Oh, if only I had. But eventually, she wore me down, and so we got changed and went. She had been right, so she got to tickle me for a minute. Little did I know that would just be the start of the tickling I would be getting in the near future. After Maddie tickled me, we laid back to relax and get tanned. Maddie headed to get food a little while later, and then they came.’ Jen shivered in her seat as she recalled the Tickle Cartel invaders. ‘I was just lying on my back, trying to get a good tan, when I heard someone scream out in terror. There were several people tying up others just like me, it seemed like every woman between 18 and 25 years old was being hogtied. Before I had a chance to help anyone, someone grabbed my hands and forced them behind my back. All I wanted to do was get free, so I struggled, and they tickled my sides in retaliation. Not expecting it, I squealed and let down my guard, making myself the next one to be hogtied and blindfolded. When the blindfold was taken off, I was in a cage on a ship with all the others that had been taken. I looked around, but I didn’t recognize anyone, and now I’m very thankful I couldn’t see Maddie on there. They brought us in for tickle testing, and then they sent us on tickle torture ships for our trip to the Tickle Cartel. That part wasn’t all that terrible, but the whole experience was terrifying.’
“Jen?” Tickle Mistress Wendy watched Jen stare off into space and continually shudder. There was nothing coming out of her mouth, so Wendy was not sure what was up. “Jen? What’s going on?” She put a hand on Jen’s shoulder, to no response. “Jen! Jen, what’s happening?”
Not seeing a better alternative to get any response out of Jen, Wendy stuck a finger in Jen’s navel and wiggled. “EHEHAHAHAHA!” Jen’s squeal took her completely out of her thoughts, and Wendy stopped with the laugh. “W… Wendy,” she finished coming back to reality.
“Jen, what was going on?” Wendy looked over Jen with concern, trying to find anything that would explain the odd behavior.
“Sorry, you mentioned the beach, and that was where the Tickle Cartel kidnapped me,” Jen shuddered again as she told Tickle Mistress Wendy this. “It was really scary.”
“Oh Jen, I’m so sorry,” Wendy embraced Jen as Jen let some tears fall down. “I know that is pretty terrifying for many people, and I can’t say that I agree with the tactics used. Come here; you’re safe now.”
As Wendy comforted her, Jen’s tears continued falling down as she declared, “That was the last time I saw Maddie. We were together at that beach, and she would have been taken too if she hadn’t gone to get food.”
“That is terrible, Jen,” Wendy continued to comfort Jen. “For the record, I am sorry that you got taken; it wasn’t right for us to do that. And I’m glad that Maddie didn’t get taken.”
“No, you’re not!” Jen’s attitude changed in a flash and she pushed away from Wendy, tears still streaming down her eyes. “You would have just taken her and tickle tortured her! She can’t stand the tickle torture like I can; she would have been crying from the first instant someone started tickling her! She’s fine when I do it because we trust each other, but she would have been miserable in your dungeons. It’s exactly what you want out of tickle slaves! How can you say that you’re sorry? You’re one of them! One of those people who would have gladly locked me up for tickle torture if I hadn’t been so resistant to it. You’re evil!”
The sudden change in Jen’s attitude shocked Wendy so much that she did not realize Jen was getting out until she was out of the T cart and running away. “Jen, wait!” Wendy called out, but the nineteen-year-old was already out and had no plans of returning. “I’ve got to find her and get her back to make sure she doesn’t get into any real trouble,” Wendy vowed. She got her Tickle Cartel-assigned cellphone out and called her office. “Christine, call the Jolly Jesters. I need you to have them find the Jen I met yesterday. She’s nineteen, Caucasian, flowing black hair, and around 5’ 8” tall. She’s wearing a yellow crop top, black shorts, and black flip flops. She ran away from me near Bellowing Burgers. Tell them that they can tickle her to subdue her, but make sure they don’t torture her. Her tummy is her weak spot. Have them call my cellphone if they find her. And you, go down and get the name of every new person who is brought into the Training Academy. If this Jen I’m talking about gets brought there, you free her and take her up to my office, then let me know. She’s scared and mad, but she’s a good person; she doesn’t deserve to be punished. I’m going to try and find her, and I’ll let you know if I do.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Wendy’s assistant confirmed that she would call the Tickle Cartel’s police force. Knowing that more people would be helping her search for Jen, Tickle Mistress Wendy turned off the T cart, locked it, and rushed off to find Jen herself.
‘She’s just like the rest!’ Jen was furious with Wendy. The tears had slowed down, but there were still plenty on her face as she ran away from where the Tickle Mistress had taken her to lunch. ‘If I wasn’t so good at resisting tickling and tickling others, she would be torturing me. Anyone else would still be at her mercy right now as they were tickle tortured into tears. No, people ARE at her mercy and being tickle tortured into tears right now. That’s everyone else from when I was taken. The only reason she’s been kind to me is to make me into another her. Someone who will sadistically tickle torture others just for the fun of it. Well, I’m not that, and I’m going to escape.’ Jen ran to an intersection, looking around for a safe place to hide from Wendy. However, she was alone, scared, and as she now realized, somewhere that she was completely unfamiliar with. With a crosswalk sign lit up, she crossed the street, more tears beginning to come down her face. ‘I don’t need Wendy. I can find work somewhere here, and then I’ll get off of this island. Back to home, and then I can meet up with Maddie. We can take the Tickle Cartel down together, with my testimony and her determination. I’m sure she’s looking for me right now.’ Jen paused as she considered what she was really looking for. ‘I just want a friend right now.’
As Jen walked around in random patterns, her only goal to make sure Wendy did not find her, tears of betrayal and fear continued to stream down her face. A Jolly Jester, who had not yet gotten the message about Jen escaping, saw that she was clearly lost and took pity on her. “Hello,” she approached Jen, a baton that was used for tickling on her belt to indicate that she was an officer. “Hello miss. My name is Officer Ophelia, and I noticed that you seem to be lost. What’s your name?”
“J-Jen,” Jen responded, the tears still coming down her face.
“Hi, Jen,” Ophelia stated softly. “I know my way around here pretty well; what can I help you find?”
‘Where should I tell her that I want to go?’ Jen realized just how little she knew about what was around here. ‘I can’t go back to the palace; Wendy will surely find me. And I certainly can’t go to that training academy; Wendy might actually make me a tickle slave. I don’t think they’ll take me to Tickle Island. Where can I go?’
“I… I don’t know,” Jen began sobbing again. “I don’t even know where I’m going.”
“It’s fine,” Ophelia gave her a hug. “I’ll take you to the station, and we can look up places to go from there. If you have any details, we can find where you need to go, and I’ll make sure you get there safely.”
“No!” Jen pushed away from the hug, fearing that if she went to the station, they would lock her up. “I don’t want to go to the station.”
“Alright, alright, we don’t need to go there,” Ophelia cared more about helping Jen than figuring out why she did not want to go to the Jolly Jester station. “You know what, Jen, we’ll find some other way to get you where you need to go.”
Desperately wanting to trust this officer, Jen let her guard down a little and got closer to the officer. “Okay,” she hesitantly declared, looking Ophelia in the eye. “Alright, but you need to trust me when I say this.” Ophelia gave her a compassionate nod, and Jen continued, “I’m not a tickle slave, but I just need to get away from someone. I’m supposed to be a Dungeon Tickler, but I haven’t gotten my official assignment yet. I just need somewhere to go right now so the person who I got away from doesn’t find me.”
“Alright,” Ophelia was not quite sure if she believed Jen, but for the sake of establishing trust, she decided to buy into the story. “Can you tell me who you’re running from?”
“Jen! Jen, where are you?” Tickle Mistress Wendy called out as she roamed the streets of the Tickle Cartel, looking for her protegee. “Jen, it’s Wendy! I know you don’t want to see me right now, but I want to help you! Come back here!”
‘I shouldn’t have kept her on the subject of her kidnapping,’ Wendy internally regretted her conversation with Jen. ‘It’s always a sore spot, and it tends to bring out the worst opinions of the Tickle Cartel and its leadership. And her friend, her would-be-poor friend. Jen was right. We would have just tickle tortured her friend into submission and possibly missed out on a great employee. And if she’s anything like Jen, we would have made a great person into a tickle slave. I need to bring that up at the next meeting with Queen Mistress Heather. Maybe have an entry test for all tickle slaves to see how good they can be at tickling others or if they have any special abilities. Make that another way into employment at the Tickle Cartel. But right now, I need to find Jen. There’s a lot of trouble to get into here. I hope she didn’t run into one of the roaming gangs. They’d tickle torture her for everything on her, which I guess is just her flip flops, and then sell her to a non-official slave ring. She’d never go to the academy, and there would be no way for me to help her.’
“Jen! Jen!” Wendy continued calling out as she desperately searched for Jen.
Next Chapter
Chapter 9: Interlude, Part 3
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