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Here is part 5 of Chapter 19 of The Tickle Cartel. I hope you enjoy it! Please let me know what you think, and thank you for reading!
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Chapter 19: Testing Maddie, Part 4
“Since Maddie clearly needs a break after all that tickling I just gave her, I thought I’d talk about your tickle fights in the dungeon cell,” Queen Mistress Heather focused on Jen, Maddie, and to a lesser extent, Diana. “I was rather proud of how well you two both took down Diana. Jen, I was originally a little disappointed in your effort, since you seemed to be somewhat indifferent about beating Diana at first. However, after Diana really punished you, I admired how you went after her and tormented her. That is a great quality for a Dungeon Tickler to have, both your relentlessness in forcing her surrender and your intense tickle torture afterwards. I noticed that you used the Foot Flinch Tickle Machine on her a few times. That was one of her favorite machines to get punished with when she was in the Tickle Slave Training Academy; after she got out of it, she was always so much more cooperative with orders.” Out of the corner of her eye, Jen saw Diana shiver at the memory of that torturous tickle machine. “And even when you did not use that machine, your toe tickling skills were excellent. I was very proud of your performance in the tickle fights and in punishing Diana. All in all, very good job, Jen.”
“Thank you, Queen Mistress,” Jen was happy to hear that Heather enjoyed the footage of her versus Diana.
“Now, on to Maddie,” Queen Mistress Heather addressed the other best friend. “I’m not sure just how aware you were about the tickle fights before you entered the room, but you also performed spectacularly against Diana. Aside from the one time she beat you, you went all out on her. I found it perfect, especially with how ticklish your bellybutton is, for you to use all your effort to get Diana in the stocks. In addition, I appreciated that you used the Foot Flinch Tickle Machine less on Diana. It gave me much more time to see how talented and sadistic of a tickler you are. When you tickle tortured Diana, I loved the precise strikes that you used to break her resolve and throw her into complete tickle torment. It was tons of fun to watch, and it certainly gave me a great first impression of you.”
“That means a lot to me, Queen Mistress,” Maddie again beamed at the praise. “I was just trying to have fun tickle torturing her.”
“You certainly looked like it, and that made it all the more enjoyable to watch,” Heather declared. “Now, I’d like to talk about your tickle fights with each other. They were some of the most impressive tickle fights that I’ve ever seen. Usually, when two people tickle fight each other several times in a short span, tickle fights eventually end up being decided once someone gets an advantage. Your tickle fights, on the other hand, always kept the watcher in suspense. The intensity with which you both went about it, despite the clear trust between you, amazed me. Your skills and determination were both so evenly matched that even when one of you got the other down, there was always the chance for a reversal. I mean, one of you could have a big advantage, and then half a minute later, you’re both taking a break, or the other person is on the ground laughing. Speaking of breaks, I loved how you both seemed to petition for and agree on breaks without verbally addressing them. It was like you could communicate with your eyes and fight a mental game instead of just a physical one, and that was quite impressive. Overall, I liked how your tickling sadism and endurance skills balanced each tickle fight out. It appeared in the videos that Jen could take more tickling, while Maddie could tickle better, but when you combined your skills, it always produced a fair tickle fight. Thank you so much for both trying hard and never giving up until a surrender was forced. Your tickle fights were marvels to watch.”
“W-wow, Queen Mistress, thank you so much for that,” Jen was amazed at the level of detail Heather shared about her and Maddie’s tickle fights.
“Yes, thank you, Queen Mistress, for the full description,” Maddie agreed. “I never thought of them as so complex. That’s just what happens when we tickle fight each other. By now, it’s just normal for us.”
“You two should be proud of your tickle fighting skills,” the Queen Mistress again complimented the two. “Your tickle fights are a thing of beauty, and they deserve all the analysis that one can come up with.”
A minute of silence passed before Tickle Mistress Wendy spoke up for the first time in a while, “Jen, Maddie, I guess I’m going to have to watch you two tickle fight. I don’t want to miss what she’s talking about.”
That broke up the awkward silence, and then Queen Mistress Heather addressed Maddie, “Maddie, if you’re ready, I’d like you to give me another tickling demonstration.”
“Yes, I’m ready,” Maddie confirmed, wondering who her next victim would be.
“Good, you’re going to be tickling me,” the Queen Mistress announced, shocking Maddie.
“You, Queen Mistress?” the tickler wondered.
“Yes, me, and I expect you to go all out on me until I say ‘Gold’,” Heather affirmed as she removed the outer layers of the dress to keep it from getting torn. Underneath, she had a blue-colored crop top and pants on, an outfit appropriate to be tickled in. “I want to be under your nails, just like I was under Jen’s. I have a bad feeling that it will be torturous, but I want to be sure that you’re fit for Dungeon Tickler duty before I make a decision. Maddie, do your worst to me.”
As the Queen Mistress’ servants bound their mistress to the rack, Maddie requested confirmation, “I just want to make sure that I heard everything right, Queen Mistress. You want me to go all out on you, be my most sadistic, until you say ‘Gold’. Is that right?”
“Absolutely, don’t hold back at all,” Queen Mistress Heather affirmed.
“As you wish, Queen Mistress,” the tickler came over to the head of the rack, placing her fingernails an inch above the exposed armpits and staring straight into the completely helpless ticklee’s eyes. “Let’s see what these armpits have to say, Queen Mistress.” Jen watched her friend analyze the Queen Mistress’ eyes as she wiggled her fingers, still well above any tickle spots, and then dove about halfway down, but did not hit any skin. As expected, the ticklee’s head and body flinched some. Jen did not see anything special about this, but Maddie must have, because she got a sadistic glint in her eyes. “Do you want to know what your armpits had to say, Queen Mistress?” When Heather did not respond, Maddie asked again, “Well, do you?”
“I… I’m not sure that I do,” the normally powerful ticklee hesitated with her answer.
“I think you’re going to want to know,” Maddie leaned her face in near Heather’s, locking eyes with the Queen Mistress. “They said…” The tickler took a deep breath and then, out of nowhere, her hands darted down to the bare belly and began tickling.
“NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!” Queen Mistress Heather screamed with laughter at the first touch. Having been focused on Maddie, she was completely unprepared for a torso tickle attack, and she could do nothing to hide her natural reactions. “STAHAHAHAP THAHAHAT, MAHAHADDEHEHEHE!”
“You told me not to stop until you said ‘Gold’, and your armpits told me that your tummy was your most ticklish spot,” Maddie denied the request for her to stop and revealed a shocking tidbit of information.
“WHAHAHAT? OHOHOHO STAHAHAHAP THAHAHAT!” Heather questioned before breaking into more pleas. “THAHAHAHAT DOHOHOHOESNT… NOHOHOHOHO!”
“Oh, so your bellybutton’s a real weak spot, too, I see,” Maddie noted as her nails teased the inside of the innie. “Good to know, good to know. Remember, Queen Mistress, you can stop this all with just a little word. Just say ‘Gold’, and I’ll take my fingers out of your terribly ticklish tickle button. Otherwise, it’s going to be tickle… tickle… tickle… for the person who’s supposed to be the Queen Mistress. I guess you can’t take tons of tickles, which leads me to wonder how in the world you became the Queen Mistress. You’re just so ticklish and so weak to basic tickling. Tickle, tickle, tickle!”
“STAHAHAHAHAP NOHOHOHOHOW!” Queen Mistress Heather ordered before giving into pure, tortured laughter for another half minute. Finally, she could not take any more tickle torture on her sensitive stomach, and she screamed out, “GOHOHOHOLD!”
“Yes, Queen Mistress,” Maddie compliantly removed her fingers from the exposed midriff. “I hope that satisfied your curiosity for being tickled by me. I had tons of fun there.”
“You… did… quite… well,” the Queen Mistress addressed her tickler as her servants began releasing her from the rack. “I was… certainly… impressed by… your skills there.” She turned to a servant and requested water, and after she drank some, put her dress back on, and returned to her throne, she cleared her throat and resumed talking to Maddie. “That certainly did satisfy my curiosity. I wanted to feel what it was like under your fingers, and, well, now I know. I did want to ask, though, how did my armpits reveal that my belly was my most ticklish spot?”
“Well, I should have said it was a combination of your reactions and your beautiful dress,” Maddie announced, to Queen Mistress Heather’s confusion. Seeing that she was talking in her own world, Maddie attempted to clarify her statement. “You see, Queen Mistress, your dress highlights two main parts of your upper body: your armpits and your stomach. I figured that there was a high chance that one of these was your most ticklish spot, so I decided to test your reactions before tickling either of them. Of course, with a dress that ends before your knees, your legs, knees, or feet could also have been a hot spot, but I decided to go with my gut for the first test and move down if needed. Once I had that information, I needed to try and get you to reveal which spot was more ticklish. To do that, I put my fingers above your armpits, and then I feigned a tickle attack there. I was watching your armpits and stomach especially when I did that, with a peripheral glance at your lower body. When I feigned starting the tickling, your armpits did not move an inch, but you sucked in your stomach as far as it could go. The rest of your movements were standard for flinching, so I did not gather anything from that. Then, I had to make sure that you could move your armpits, to prove that they were able to flinch but did not because your tummy was more ticklish. Since I was pretty confident that your belly was your weak spot, I got your attention on me and then tickled your tummy. Your arms and armpits began moving soon after you started screaming, so that essentially eliminated them as your most ticklish spot. And then my guess was confirmed by the tiny amount of torso tickling you were able to take. That’s how you told me your most ticklish spot.”
“Uh, wow,” Queen Mistress Heather, along with everyone else in the room, was amazed at Maddie’s analytical process. “That… that may have been more impressive than the tickling itself. Wow. That certainly helped with the decision, but I’ve got at least a few more things planned before I make a final choice. I guess that since I don’t have anything else to ask, we should move on to your next tickling demonstration.” Heather paused for a minute, with everyone looking at her, before she realized that she needed to name the ticklee. “Oh, Maddie, I’ve meant to ask you: Has Tickle Mistress Wendy tickled you since you’ve come here?”
“Umm, yes, Queen Mistress, she has,” Maddie’s face got red in embarrassment as she recalled the tickle torture that Wendy had put her through earlier.
“Oh, we don’t need to talk about that,” Wendy interjected, suddenly worried that Maddie would be ordered to tickle her just like Jen had been. “We should just move to the next ticklee.”
“I think that means we need to talk about it,” Queen Mistress Heather dictated, having regained her confidence from Maddie’s breakdown of her ticklish reactions. “Maddie, what exactly did Tickle Mistress Wendy do to you?”
“She tied me and Jen down, and we got tickled for a while,” Maddie blurted out. “She said it was supposed to be entertainment.” Tickle Mistress Wendy’s face became the one covered in embarrassment as she heard Maddie tell her boss what she had done.
“Wendy!” Queen Mistress Heather rebuked the Tickle Mistress. “I asked you to take care of these two while I got ready to conduct Maddie’s interview. I did not ask you to tickle them. Maddie, did anyone join Tickle Mistress Wendy in tickling you and Jen?”
“Well, Tickle Mistress Wendy tickled me, and her friend Lori tickled Jen,” Maddie informed the head of the room.
“I know Lori, so I am sorry for both of you,” Queen Mistress Heather apologized to Jen and Maddie. “Even if Jen took it quite well, which I’m guessing she did.” She then turned to her subordinate and demanded answers, “How long did you tickle them, Wendy? Include breaks; I know you wouldn’t have tickle tortured Maddie for the same time that Jen could take.”
“Probably an hour and a half total,” Wendy weakly squeaked, pushing her back into the chair in a display of fear of the Queen Mistress.
“You tickled them for an hour and a half and claimed it was entertainment?” Queen Mistress Heather incredulously asked. “You deserve this.”
“No, please!” Wendy pleaded before her superior silenced her with a glare.
“Maddie, I’d like you to tickle Wendy,” the Queen Mistress delighted Maddie with this command. “Servants, restrain the Tickle Mistress.”
Seeing no option but to go along with it or get punished, Wendy allowed the servants to put her on the rack which had held all the other ticklees so far.
“Yes, Queen Mistress!” Maddie jumped up, glee on her face, and approached the bound Tickle Mistress. “Tickle Mistress Wendy, I am doing this because Queen Mistress Heather told me to. Since we’re clear on that, I noticed that you tested a lot of spots on me before you found my bellybutton. I wonder if one of those is your most ticklish spot?”
“Maddie, please dohohohon’t ohohoho ohohoakahay,” Wendy’s pleas were paused when Maddie began tickling her neck.
“So you’re neck isn’t so much of a weak spot, not too surprising,” Maddie noted. “You were straddling me, so that was a pretty easy target. How about your ribs?”
“AHAHAHA THAHAHAHAT’S IHIIHIT!” Wendy lied through her laughter.
“No, you can’t fool me like that,” Maddie denied. “You’re definitely more ticklish there, but you’re not squirming nearly enough to make it your most ticklish spot. Stop trying to lie to me, Wendy. I’m going to go check out your feet.”
“WAHAHAHAIT NOHOHOHOHO! MAHAHAHADDEHEHE STAHAHAHAP!” the Tickle Mistress’ entire body began thrashing against the rack as her bare feet were tickled.
“Okay, I believe that squirming,” Maddie deviously commented. “Now I know why you checked my feet third. You wanted to throw me off if I ever got to tickle you, so you slipped it in the middle. How’s that working out for you now, Ticklish Mistress?”
“PLEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAP!” Wendy begged. “IHIHIHI CAHAHANT!”
“You can, and you will, until I tell Maddie to stop,” Queen Mistress Heather’s voice boomed over the laughter. “Please keep tickling her, Maddie. I’m enjoying seeing someone else under your fingers.”
“Of course, Queen Mistress,” Maddie was more than happy to comply, and her fingers tickle tortured the sensitive soles for another few minutes.
Shortly after Wendy’s pleas stopped in favor of silent laughter, Queen Mistress Heather ordered the tickler, “Alright, Maddie, you can stop now. You did wonderful.”
“Thank you, Queen Mistress,” Maddie accepted the compliment as her fingernails left the bare feet. “And thank you very much for the opportunity to get her.”
“You are very welcome, Maddie; Wendy needs to learn some lessons about tickling new recruits,” the Queen Mistress declared as Wendy was sat back down next to Jen and Maddie with some water. “Now, I think… yes, Diana?” Diana whispered something into Queen Mistress Heather’s ear, and then the Queen Mistress spoke up again, “Thank you, Diana. Bring her in. Jen and Maddie, the time has come for me to address the only thing I was really disappointed with from the footage of the tickle dungeon cell on the ship. Your punishments of Diana were excellent, but your punishments of each other were… lackluster. Jen, since I explicitly informed you that there was to be sufficient tickling and punishment for losing tickle fights, you are responsible for this. Therefore, I am sentencing you to the Royal Tickle Dungeon for an hour. Dungeon Mistress Yvette requested to be the one tickling you when I informed her that you would be coming down there, and I believe that is an appropriate punishment.”
“Please, Queen Mistress!” Jen got up and begged the Queen Mistress, only for someone to grab her arms and force them behind her back.
“My decision is final; hopefully this will teach you the value of punishing even your friends after they lose tickle fights,” Queen Mistress Heather declared solemnly. “Kara, take her away.”
Desperate, Jen struggled and screamed for mercy while Kara squeezed her sides and pushed her towards the dungeon, only ending her pleas when she was out of the throne room. Once the Queen Mistress was out of earshot, Jen knew that there was nothing stopping her from receiving another tickle torture in the Royal Tickle Dungeon.
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Chapter 19: Testing Maddie, Part 6
Chapter 19: Testing Maddie, Part 6.1
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Chapter 19: Testing Maddie, Part 4
“Since Maddie clearly needs a break after all that tickling I just gave her, I thought I’d talk about your tickle fights in the dungeon cell,” Queen Mistress Heather focused on Jen, Maddie, and to a lesser extent, Diana. “I was rather proud of how well you two both took down Diana. Jen, I was originally a little disappointed in your effort, since you seemed to be somewhat indifferent about beating Diana at first. However, after Diana really punished you, I admired how you went after her and tormented her. That is a great quality for a Dungeon Tickler to have, both your relentlessness in forcing her surrender and your intense tickle torture afterwards. I noticed that you used the Foot Flinch Tickle Machine on her a few times. That was one of her favorite machines to get punished with when she was in the Tickle Slave Training Academy; after she got out of it, she was always so much more cooperative with orders.” Out of the corner of her eye, Jen saw Diana shiver at the memory of that torturous tickle machine. “And even when you did not use that machine, your toe tickling skills were excellent. I was very proud of your performance in the tickle fights and in punishing Diana. All in all, very good job, Jen.”
“Thank you, Queen Mistress,” Jen was happy to hear that Heather enjoyed the footage of her versus Diana.
“Now, on to Maddie,” Queen Mistress Heather addressed the other best friend. “I’m not sure just how aware you were about the tickle fights before you entered the room, but you also performed spectacularly against Diana. Aside from the one time she beat you, you went all out on her. I found it perfect, especially with how ticklish your bellybutton is, for you to use all your effort to get Diana in the stocks. In addition, I appreciated that you used the Foot Flinch Tickle Machine less on Diana. It gave me much more time to see how talented and sadistic of a tickler you are. When you tickle tortured Diana, I loved the precise strikes that you used to break her resolve and throw her into complete tickle torment. It was tons of fun to watch, and it certainly gave me a great first impression of you.”
“That means a lot to me, Queen Mistress,” Maddie again beamed at the praise. “I was just trying to have fun tickle torturing her.”
“You certainly looked like it, and that made it all the more enjoyable to watch,” Heather declared. “Now, I’d like to talk about your tickle fights with each other. They were some of the most impressive tickle fights that I’ve ever seen. Usually, when two people tickle fight each other several times in a short span, tickle fights eventually end up being decided once someone gets an advantage. Your tickle fights, on the other hand, always kept the watcher in suspense. The intensity with which you both went about it, despite the clear trust between you, amazed me. Your skills and determination were both so evenly matched that even when one of you got the other down, there was always the chance for a reversal. I mean, one of you could have a big advantage, and then half a minute later, you’re both taking a break, or the other person is on the ground laughing. Speaking of breaks, I loved how you both seemed to petition for and agree on breaks without verbally addressing them. It was like you could communicate with your eyes and fight a mental game instead of just a physical one, and that was quite impressive. Overall, I liked how your tickling sadism and endurance skills balanced each tickle fight out. It appeared in the videos that Jen could take more tickling, while Maddie could tickle better, but when you combined your skills, it always produced a fair tickle fight. Thank you so much for both trying hard and never giving up until a surrender was forced. Your tickle fights were marvels to watch.”
“W-wow, Queen Mistress, thank you so much for that,” Jen was amazed at the level of detail Heather shared about her and Maddie’s tickle fights.
“Yes, thank you, Queen Mistress, for the full description,” Maddie agreed. “I never thought of them as so complex. That’s just what happens when we tickle fight each other. By now, it’s just normal for us.”
“You two should be proud of your tickle fighting skills,” the Queen Mistress again complimented the two. “Your tickle fights are a thing of beauty, and they deserve all the analysis that one can come up with.”
A minute of silence passed before Tickle Mistress Wendy spoke up for the first time in a while, “Jen, Maddie, I guess I’m going to have to watch you two tickle fight. I don’t want to miss what she’s talking about.”
That broke up the awkward silence, and then Queen Mistress Heather addressed Maddie, “Maddie, if you’re ready, I’d like you to give me another tickling demonstration.”
“Yes, I’m ready,” Maddie confirmed, wondering who her next victim would be.
“Good, you’re going to be tickling me,” the Queen Mistress announced, shocking Maddie.
“You, Queen Mistress?” the tickler wondered.
“Yes, me, and I expect you to go all out on me until I say ‘Gold’,” Heather affirmed as she removed the outer layers of the dress to keep it from getting torn. Underneath, she had a blue-colored crop top and pants on, an outfit appropriate to be tickled in. “I want to be under your nails, just like I was under Jen’s. I have a bad feeling that it will be torturous, but I want to be sure that you’re fit for Dungeon Tickler duty before I make a decision. Maddie, do your worst to me.”
As the Queen Mistress’ servants bound their mistress to the rack, Maddie requested confirmation, “I just want to make sure that I heard everything right, Queen Mistress. You want me to go all out on you, be my most sadistic, until you say ‘Gold’. Is that right?”
“Absolutely, don’t hold back at all,” Queen Mistress Heather affirmed.
“As you wish, Queen Mistress,” the tickler came over to the head of the rack, placing her fingernails an inch above the exposed armpits and staring straight into the completely helpless ticklee’s eyes. “Let’s see what these armpits have to say, Queen Mistress.” Jen watched her friend analyze the Queen Mistress’ eyes as she wiggled her fingers, still well above any tickle spots, and then dove about halfway down, but did not hit any skin. As expected, the ticklee’s head and body flinched some. Jen did not see anything special about this, but Maddie must have, because she got a sadistic glint in her eyes. “Do you want to know what your armpits had to say, Queen Mistress?” When Heather did not respond, Maddie asked again, “Well, do you?”
“I… I’m not sure that I do,” the normally powerful ticklee hesitated with her answer.
“I think you’re going to want to know,” Maddie leaned her face in near Heather’s, locking eyes with the Queen Mistress. “They said…” The tickler took a deep breath and then, out of nowhere, her hands darted down to the bare belly and began tickling.
“NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!” Queen Mistress Heather screamed with laughter at the first touch. Having been focused on Maddie, she was completely unprepared for a torso tickle attack, and she could do nothing to hide her natural reactions. “STAHAHAHAP THAHAHAT, MAHAHADDEHEHEHE!”
“You told me not to stop until you said ‘Gold’, and your armpits told me that your tummy was your most ticklish spot,” Maddie denied the request for her to stop and revealed a shocking tidbit of information.
“WHAHAHAT? OHOHOHO STAHAHAHAP THAHAHAT!” Heather questioned before breaking into more pleas. “THAHAHAHAT DOHOHOHOESNT… NOHOHOHOHO!”
“Oh, so your bellybutton’s a real weak spot, too, I see,” Maddie noted as her nails teased the inside of the innie. “Good to know, good to know. Remember, Queen Mistress, you can stop this all with just a little word. Just say ‘Gold’, and I’ll take my fingers out of your terribly ticklish tickle button. Otherwise, it’s going to be tickle… tickle… tickle… for the person who’s supposed to be the Queen Mistress. I guess you can’t take tons of tickles, which leads me to wonder how in the world you became the Queen Mistress. You’re just so ticklish and so weak to basic tickling. Tickle, tickle, tickle!”
“STAHAHAHAHAP NOHOHOHOHOW!” Queen Mistress Heather ordered before giving into pure, tortured laughter for another half minute. Finally, she could not take any more tickle torture on her sensitive stomach, and she screamed out, “GOHOHOHOLD!”
“Yes, Queen Mistress,” Maddie compliantly removed her fingers from the exposed midriff. “I hope that satisfied your curiosity for being tickled by me. I had tons of fun there.”
“You… did… quite… well,” the Queen Mistress addressed her tickler as her servants began releasing her from the rack. “I was… certainly… impressed by… your skills there.” She turned to a servant and requested water, and after she drank some, put her dress back on, and returned to her throne, she cleared her throat and resumed talking to Maddie. “That certainly did satisfy my curiosity. I wanted to feel what it was like under your fingers, and, well, now I know. I did want to ask, though, how did my armpits reveal that my belly was my most ticklish spot?”
“Well, I should have said it was a combination of your reactions and your beautiful dress,” Maddie announced, to Queen Mistress Heather’s confusion. Seeing that she was talking in her own world, Maddie attempted to clarify her statement. “You see, Queen Mistress, your dress highlights two main parts of your upper body: your armpits and your stomach. I figured that there was a high chance that one of these was your most ticklish spot, so I decided to test your reactions before tickling either of them. Of course, with a dress that ends before your knees, your legs, knees, or feet could also have been a hot spot, but I decided to go with my gut for the first test and move down if needed. Once I had that information, I needed to try and get you to reveal which spot was more ticklish. To do that, I put my fingers above your armpits, and then I feigned a tickle attack there. I was watching your armpits and stomach especially when I did that, with a peripheral glance at your lower body. When I feigned starting the tickling, your armpits did not move an inch, but you sucked in your stomach as far as it could go. The rest of your movements were standard for flinching, so I did not gather anything from that. Then, I had to make sure that you could move your armpits, to prove that they were able to flinch but did not because your tummy was more ticklish. Since I was pretty confident that your belly was your weak spot, I got your attention on me and then tickled your tummy. Your arms and armpits began moving soon after you started screaming, so that essentially eliminated them as your most ticklish spot. And then my guess was confirmed by the tiny amount of torso tickling you were able to take. That’s how you told me your most ticklish spot.”
“Uh, wow,” Queen Mistress Heather, along with everyone else in the room, was amazed at Maddie’s analytical process. “That… that may have been more impressive than the tickling itself. Wow. That certainly helped with the decision, but I’ve got at least a few more things planned before I make a final choice. I guess that since I don’t have anything else to ask, we should move on to your next tickling demonstration.” Heather paused for a minute, with everyone looking at her, before she realized that she needed to name the ticklee. “Oh, Maddie, I’ve meant to ask you: Has Tickle Mistress Wendy tickled you since you’ve come here?”
“Umm, yes, Queen Mistress, she has,” Maddie’s face got red in embarrassment as she recalled the tickle torture that Wendy had put her through earlier.
“Oh, we don’t need to talk about that,” Wendy interjected, suddenly worried that Maddie would be ordered to tickle her just like Jen had been. “We should just move to the next ticklee.”
“I think that means we need to talk about it,” Queen Mistress Heather dictated, having regained her confidence from Maddie’s breakdown of her ticklish reactions. “Maddie, what exactly did Tickle Mistress Wendy do to you?”
“She tied me and Jen down, and we got tickled for a while,” Maddie blurted out. “She said it was supposed to be entertainment.” Tickle Mistress Wendy’s face became the one covered in embarrassment as she heard Maddie tell her boss what she had done.
“Wendy!” Queen Mistress Heather rebuked the Tickle Mistress. “I asked you to take care of these two while I got ready to conduct Maddie’s interview. I did not ask you to tickle them. Maddie, did anyone join Tickle Mistress Wendy in tickling you and Jen?”
“Well, Tickle Mistress Wendy tickled me, and her friend Lori tickled Jen,” Maddie informed the head of the room.
“I know Lori, so I am sorry for both of you,” Queen Mistress Heather apologized to Jen and Maddie. “Even if Jen took it quite well, which I’m guessing she did.” She then turned to her subordinate and demanded answers, “How long did you tickle them, Wendy? Include breaks; I know you wouldn’t have tickle tortured Maddie for the same time that Jen could take.”
“Probably an hour and a half total,” Wendy weakly squeaked, pushing her back into the chair in a display of fear of the Queen Mistress.
“You tickled them for an hour and a half and claimed it was entertainment?” Queen Mistress Heather incredulously asked. “You deserve this.”
“No, please!” Wendy pleaded before her superior silenced her with a glare.
“Maddie, I’d like you to tickle Wendy,” the Queen Mistress delighted Maddie with this command. “Servants, restrain the Tickle Mistress.”
Seeing no option but to go along with it or get punished, Wendy allowed the servants to put her on the rack which had held all the other ticklees so far.
“Yes, Queen Mistress!” Maddie jumped up, glee on her face, and approached the bound Tickle Mistress. “Tickle Mistress Wendy, I am doing this because Queen Mistress Heather told me to. Since we’re clear on that, I noticed that you tested a lot of spots on me before you found my bellybutton. I wonder if one of those is your most ticklish spot?”
“Maddie, please dohohohon’t ohohoho ohohoakahay,” Wendy’s pleas were paused when Maddie began tickling her neck.
“So you’re neck isn’t so much of a weak spot, not too surprising,” Maddie noted. “You were straddling me, so that was a pretty easy target. How about your ribs?”
“AHAHAHA THAHAHAHAT’S IHIIHIT!” Wendy lied through her laughter.
“No, you can’t fool me like that,” Maddie denied. “You’re definitely more ticklish there, but you’re not squirming nearly enough to make it your most ticklish spot. Stop trying to lie to me, Wendy. I’m going to go check out your feet.”
“WAHAHAHAIT NOHOHOHOHO! MAHAHAHADDEHEHE STAHAHAHAP!” the Tickle Mistress’ entire body began thrashing against the rack as her bare feet were tickled.
“Okay, I believe that squirming,” Maddie deviously commented. “Now I know why you checked my feet third. You wanted to throw me off if I ever got to tickle you, so you slipped it in the middle. How’s that working out for you now, Ticklish Mistress?”
“PLEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAP!” Wendy begged. “IHIHIHI CAHAHANT!”
“You can, and you will, until I tell Maddie to stop,” Queen Mistress Heather’s voice boomed over the laughter. “Please keep tickling her, Maddie. I’m enjoying seeing someone else under your fingers.”
“Of course, Queen Mistress,” Maddie was more than happy to comply, and her fingers tickle tortured the sensitive soles for another few minutes.
Shortly after Wendy’s pleas stopped in favor of silent laughter, Queen Mistress Heather ordered the tickler, “Alright, Maddie, you can stop now. You did wonderful.”
“Thank you, Queen Mistress,” Maddie accepted the compliment as her fingernails left the bare feet. “And thank you very much for the opportunity to get her.”
“You are very welcome, Maddie; Wendy needs to learn some lessons about tickling new recruits,” the Queen Mistress declared as Wendy was sat back down next to Jen and Maddie with some water. “Now, I think… yes, Diana?” Diana whispered something into Queen Mistress Heather’s ear, and then the Queen Mistress spoke up again, “Thank you, Diana. Bring her in. Jen and Maddie, the time has come for me to address the only thing I was really disappointed with from the footage of the tickle dungeon cell on the ship. Your punishments of Diana were excellent, but your punishments of each other were… lackluster. Jen, since I explicitly informed you that there was to be sufficient tickling and punishment for losing tickle fights, you are responsible for this. Therefore, I am sentencing you to the Royal Tickle Dungeon for an hour. Dungeon Mistress Yvette requested to be the one tickling you when I informed her that you would be coming down there, and I believe that is an appropriate punishment.”
“Please, Queen Mistress!” Jen got up and begged the Queen Mistress, only for someone to grab her arms and force them behind her back.
“My decision is final; hopefully this will teach you the value of punishing even your friends after they lose tickle fights,” Queen Mistress Heather declared solemnly. “Kara, take her away.”
Desperate, Jen struggled and screamed for mercy while Kara squeezed her sides and pushed her towards the dungeon, only ending her pleas when she was out of the throne room. Once the Queen Mistress was out of earshot, Jen knew that there was nothing stopping her from receiving another tickle torture in the Royal Tickle Dungeon.
Next Chapters (Concurrent)
Chapter 19: Testing Maddie, Part 6
Chapter 19: Testing Maddie, Part 6.1
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