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Here is the final part of Chapter 8 of The Tickle Cartel. Please let me know what you think, and thank you for reading!
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Jen knew that Kara had been brought into the room from the very start. The semi-confident walk brought back memories of a helpless Jen being led from one part of the Royal Tickle Dungeon to another as Kara’s fingers ran over her ticklish torso. Also, Jen had a decently good memory of Kara’s stomach from tickle torturing it last night, and when combined with the walk, Jen had no doubts about who was coming in. Once Kara had been tied down on the tickle table, the face reveal confirmed what Jen already knew. Jen was waiting to be asked by Queen Mistress Heather to tickle Kara when suddenly, two of the guards seized her arms and brought her over to her expected ticklee’s feet, forcing her abdomen into Kara’s toes. If Kara were to wiggle those toes, especially the big ones near the center of Jen’s exposed midriff, there would be no resisting ticklish laughter. Kara also seemed surprised at what happened, probably having expected to be tickled, but she seemed pleased to have the upper hand. She gave Jen the same devious smile that she wore when Jen was all tied up and at her mercy in the Royal Tickle Dungeon, and an evil glint showed clearly in her eyes. Seeing this, Jen accepted her fate, but not before a passing moment of fear manifested on her face. Kara spotted this and decided to tease Jen, “You didn’t really think you’d just be tickling me, did you, Jen? Queen Mistress Heather knows how good I am at tickling helpless tummies, and she just loves your laugh. She wanted to give you the impression of control, but I’ll make sure to remind you who’s really in charge between us two.”
A simple wiggle of Kara’s big toes on either side of Jen’s navel caused a squeak to come out of the unexpected ticklee, “AHAHA!” The smile on the bound tickler’s face grew wider, and soon, Jen felt ten ticklish toes tormenting her ticklish tummy. “AHAHAHA THAHAHAHAT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES KAHAHAHAHARA! HOHOHOHOW IHIHIHIS THIHIHIHIS SOHOHOHO TIHIHIHICKLY?”
“I can be just as effective with my toes as my fingers,” Kara responded as she maneuvered a toe into Jen’s bellybutton, causing a spike in laughter. “And you’re so ticklish that anything I do to you will result in all this laughter.”
“AHAHAHAHA MYHYHYHY BEHEHEHELLEHEHEBUHUHUTTOHOHON!” Jen squealed out as her tickle button was targeted. Pretty soon, Jen was reduced to just laughing.
Queen Mistress Heather, unbeknownst to the tickler and ticklee, was actually shocked at this, but she wanted to see where it went, so she let it go. After a few minutes of Kara tickling Jen, she decided that enough was enough and commanded, “Enough!” Everyone froze at the sound of the Queen Mistress’ authoritative voice. Kara stopped wiggling her toes, and the guards pulled Jen away from them. The Queen Mistress stood up commandingly and eyed her guards with scorn. “Now, while that was certainly fun to watch, it is not why I had Kara brought here. Guards, release Jen and report to the Royal Tickle Dungeon. I did not ask you to have Kara tickle Jen, and you will be punished for it.” Heads hanging, the guards did what was ordered, and once they were out of the room, the Queen Mistress took a softer tone. “Jen, I actually had Kara brought here because I wanted you to get a more complete revenge on her. From my understanding, she tickled you a lot last night, and I think her belly needs lots of attention to pay that back. You will have fifteen minutes to tickle her. No safewords will be acknowledged, since I want to see what you can do, but also, no extra tools. You can use your fingers, and I suppose raspberries, if you so desire. Start whenever. I’ll let you know when to stop.”
“With pleasure, Queen Mistress.” Jen and Kara had switched facial expressions from when Jen was up against Kara’s toes as the new tickler walked up to her prey’s side. Jen was now the one with the devious smile and evil glint, and Kara had a look of fear that said she knew exactly what she was in for. As Jen sat her nails on the surface of her ticklee’s stomach, she twisted Kara’s earlier words against her, “You didn’t really think you’d get off easy, did you, Kara? Queen Mistress Heather also knows that I know how to tickle, and you heard her giving me free reign on this belly of yours.”
“EHEHAHAHAHA!” Kara had begun giggling when Jen began teasing her, recalling the previous night when Jen tickled her.
“Oh, you’re so ticklish that just touching you tickles,” Jen kept up the teasing on the now helpless Dungeon Tickler. “I’m not even moving my fingers; what are you going to do when I actually start tickling you.”
“AHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO!” Kara was intimidated enough by Jen’s teasing that she was pleading through her giggling now. “HEHEHEHEY JUHUHUHUST STAHAHAHART!” Waiting was the worst for Kara; she could more or less stand being tickled, and right now, she just wanted to be able to throw her head back and laugh.
“Does the little ticklee want to be tickled?” Jen kept teasing Kara as the latter giggled furiously. “Does she want these fingers tickling all over her tummy?” Jen lifted up her hands from her ticklee’s midsection and wiggled them threateningly. “Well, then I guess I’m going to…” The wiggling fingers darted down and made contact with the Dungeon Tickler’s midriff, causing Kara to break out into helpless laughter. Seeing that Jen had finally begun tickling Kara, Queen Mistress Heather had the timer started. “Tickle, tickle, tickle, prisoner Kara!”
“AHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHO STAHAHAHAHAP!” Kara instantly regretted begging Jen to start tickling her. When she felt the devious fingernails of her tickler attacking her abdomen, Kara remembered why she hated letting Jen tickle her on the dungeon tour. “GEHEHEHEHET IHIHIHIHIT OHOHOHOHOFF!”
“Kara, make up your mind,” Jen leaned in and began whispering her teases in Kara’s ear, mimicking Kara’s treatment of her in the Royal Tickle Dungeon Research Labs. “A few seconds ago, you wanted me to just start tickling you; now, you’re already begging me to stop. Are you too ticklish for this tickle treatment, tickle toy Kara?”
“YEHEHEHEHES!” Kara yelled out an answer. “IHIHIHIHIHIM TOHOHOHOHO TIHIHIHICKLIHIHIHISH! STAHAHAHAHAP NOHOHOHOHOHOW!”
Unfortunately for Kara, her laughter-filled demands did not have any weight behind them, and Jen was not quite ready to stop yet. “I don’t think I want to stop yet, Kara,” Jen teased. “I haven’t even had a chance to get that tickle button of yours yet.”
“NONONONONONONONONO!” Kara pleaded incessantly as she felt Jen’s fingers dart in and out of her bellybutton. The rest of the fingers were not quiet, as the scribbled around the bare stomach to keep up the merciless tickles. “DOHOHOHOHONT! STAHAHAHAHAP!”
“Don’t stop?” Jen asked out loud. “I think she’s coming around. Alright, Kara; I’ll keep it up, since you love having your tickle button tickled. However, I do want to make one little change to my technique.”
Kara expected a raspberry to be blown into her most ticklish spot, but Jen was saving that for more than a couple of minutes in. Instead, Jen’s fingers took a little more time in the navel, wiggling around to tickle every inch of Kara’s tickle button. “NAHAHAHAHAHAT THAHAHAHAT! DOHOHOHOHO SOHOHOHOMEHEHETHIHIHING EHEHEHELSE!”
“Let me think; NO!” Jen emphasized her denial of Kara’s pleas with a punishing wiggle in the bellybutton. “I don’t want to stop tickling you yet, Kara; you’ve earned plenty of punishment tickles for how much you tickled me last night and today. So, you know what I’m going to do?”
“NOHOHOHOHO JUUHUHUHUST STAHAHAHAP!” Kara had no clue what was going to happen, but she knew that she did not want it to happen.
“I’m going to…” Jen paused to get back near Kara’s ear, “tickle… tickle… tickle torture this ticklish tummy for as long as I can.”
Kara’s attempts to squirm her stomach away from the tickling fingers had long ceased; the tickle table’s bonds were solid enough that these earlier attempts had yielded no movement. However, with the new threats from Jen, her head began shaking back and forth in a vain effort to discourage Jen from doing anything that Kara would regret. “PLEHEHEHEHEHSE NOHOHOHOHOHO!”
A devious smile that had often covered Kara’s face last night was now plastered on Jen’s face as her fingers traced patterns and squeezed over the spacious stomach. After giving that last tease to Kara, Jen stood up and observed her helpless ticklee’s squirms and squeals as the tickling took control of her. Jen continued to tickle torture Kara’s belly with her wiggling and squeezing fingers until Queen Mistress Heather announced, “Five more minutes Jen. I want to see you torture her.”
“You hear that?” Jen teased Kara. “You’ve only got five more minutes of my specialized brand of tickle torture to deal with. And since we’re so close to the end, I should give you something to really laugh about.”
By this point, Kara was far too exhausted to comprehend what Jen was saying. Tears were covering her eyes from all the laughter Jen had forced out of her. However, she still found the effort to laugh harder when Jen’s face was lowered to her side and a raspberry came out of the tickler’s mouth. “NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! AHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO!” With that, Jen began a series of raspberries on the ticklish torso under her, going from side to side and back. Jen put the ticklish blows on the spots where she had determined Kara was crazily ticklish, and her efforts paid off, driving Kara into even more hysterical laughter. The tickler’s fingers controlled all the spots not being raspberried, keeping Kara laughing during the breaks from the zerberts. After a minute or two of moving her raspberry-blowing mouth all over Kara’s midriff, Jen zoned it in on her ticklee’s well-proven worst spot. The woman who had been in control nearly all of yesterday as a Dungeon Tickler had been reduced to a crying, laughing mess as her ticklish torso was tormented. Since Kara’s sides were not as ticklish as the front of her midsection, Jen did not even bother tickling there. The tickler’s wiggling fingers instead focused on the skin right around where the raspberries were being blown. Helpless to stop anything from being done to her, Kara was forced to quit begging and just laugh as Jen targeted her worst spots with her best techniques.
After what seemed like a lifetime to Kara, Queen Mistress Heather announced, “Jen, stop! It’s been fifteen minutes.”
Jen obeyed, lifting her face and fingers up from the bare belly she had loved tickle torturing. An exhausted Kara laid back in her bondage, thoroughly worn out as she laughed out the residual giggles from her treatment. Wanting to make sure she would be heard, Jen leaned down and whispered in Kara’s ear, “That was lots of fun, Kara. I’d love to do it again, although maybe next time, we can make it more fun for both of us. I’d do the same thing, but you didn’t look like you were having as much fun. I’m sure we can work something out if we meet up again. Have a great day.”
“Jen, please come over here,” Queen Mistress Heather requested of her young employee. Jen complied immediately, and the Queen Mistress addressed her guards next, “Release Kara and take her to the tickle torture recovery room. Inform Dungeon Mistress Yvette that it may be a while before Kara gets back down there, and that I have granted her extra leave.” Two guards set to work executing the Queen Mistress’ orders, and the head of the Tickle Cartel turned her attention back to Jen. “Jen, it has been a pleasure having you here, but unfortunately, our time has come to an end. Tickle Mistress Wendy has requested to be the one to pick you up, and she will be in the lobby by the time you get there. She has been made aware of your schedule, and she will take you to the transporter class tomorrow morning. After the class, Rebecca will pick you up, and you will stay with her until you and Diana go to pick up Maddie. I had a great time with you here, and I’ll see you again when you bring back Maddie for her audition for the Tickle Cartel. Aside from that, since this night was so fun, I’ll have to invite you over again sometime, probably with Maddie. Cammy, please escort our guest out. And yes, you can do a ticklish escort, but make sure you’re escorting her out. Don’t stop just to tickle her. Jen, have a wonderful time in the Tickle Cartel. I’ll see you later.”
“Thank you, Queen Mistress,” Jen stated. “I also had a wonderful time here.” She curtsied one last time as Cammy approached her. To prepare her for the ticklish escort, Cammy cuffed Jen’s hands behind her back. Jen felt her sides being squeezed as the handmaiden guided her out of the throne room squealing in laughter. There was no doubt in Jen’s mind why this was called a ticklish escort; Cammy would squeeze one of Jen’s sides to turn her or both to keep her going straight.
After laughing her way to the lobby, Jen met up with Tickle Mistress Wendy and was released into the Tickle Mistress’ custody. “Have lots of fun, Jen!” Cammy also encouraged, a smile filling her face. “I had lots of fun tickling and being tickled by you! I’ll see you later.” At this, Cammy headed back to Queen Mistress Heather’s throne room, and Tickle Mistress Wendy and Jen turned to head out of the Queen Mistress’ Palace.
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Jen knew that Kara had been brought into the room from the very start. The semi-confident walk brought back memories of a helpless Jen being led from one part of the Royal Tickle Dungeon to another as Kara’s fingers ran over her ticklish torso. Also, Jen had a decently good memory of Kara’s stomach from tickle torturing it last night, and when combined with the walk, Jen had no doubts about who was coming in. Once Kara had been tied down on the tickle table, the face reveal confirmed what Jen already knew. Jen was waiting to be asked by Queen Mistress Heather to tickle Kara when suddenly, two of the guards seized her arms and brought her over to her expected ticklee’s feet, forcing her abdomen into Kara’s toes. If Kara were to wiggle those toes, especially the big ones near the center of Jen’s exposed midriff, there would be no resisting ticklish laughter. Kara also seemed surprised at what happened, probably having expected to be tickled, but she seemed pleased to have the upper hand. She gave Jen the same devious smile that she wore when Jen was all tied up and at her mercy in the Royal Tickle Dungeon, and an evil glint showed clearly in her eyes. Seeing this, Jen accepted her fate, but not before a passing moment of fear manifested on her face. Kara spotted this and decided to tease Jen, “You didn’t really think you’d just be tickling me, did you, Jen? Queen Mistress Heather knows how good I am at tickling helpless tummies, and she just loves your laugh. She wanted to give you the impression of control, but I’ll make sure to remind you who’s really in charge between us two.”
A simple wiggle of Kara’s big toes on either side of Jen’s navel caused a squeak to come out of the unexpected ticklee, “AHAHA!” The smile on the bound tickler’s face grew wider, and soon, Jen felt ten ticklish toes tormenting her ticklish tummy. “AHAHAHA THAHAHAHAT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES KAHAHAHAHARA! HOHOHOHOW IHIHIHIS THIHIHIHIS SOHOHOHO TIHIHIHICKLY?”
“I can be just as effective with my toes as my fingers,” Kara responded as she maneuvered a toe into Jen’s bellybutton, causing a spike in laughter. “And you’re so ticklish that anything I do to you will result in all this laughter.”
“AHAHAHAHA MYHYHYHY BEHEHEHELLEHEHEBUHUHUTTOHOHON!” Jen squealed out as her tickle button was targeted. Pretty soon, Jen was reduced to just laughing.
Queen Mistress Heather, unbeknownst to the tickler and ticklee, was actually shocked at this, but she wanted to see where it went, so she let it go. After a few minutes of Kara tickling Jen, she decided that enough was enough and commanded, “Enough!” Everyone froze at the sound of the Queen Mistress’ authoritative voice. Kara stopped wiggling her toes, and the guards pulled Jen away from them. The Queen Mistress stood up commandingly and eyed her guards with scorn. “Now, while that was certainly fun to watch, it is not why I had Kara brought here. Guards, release Jen and report to the Royal Tickle Dungeon. I did not ask you to have Kara tickle Jen, and you will be punished for it.” Heads hanging, the guards did what was ordered, and once they were out of the room, the Queen Mistress took a softer tone. “Jen, I actually had Kara brought here because I wanted you to get a more complete revenge on her. From my understanding, she tickled you a lot last night, and I think her belly needs lots of attention to pay that back. You will have fifteen minutes to tickle her. No safewords will be acknowledged, since I want to see what you can do, but also, no extra tools. You can use your fingers, and I suppose raspberries, if you so desire. Start whenever. I’ll let you know when to stop.”
“With pleasure, Queen Mistress.” Jen and Kara had switched facial expressions from when Jen was up against Kara’s toes as the new tickler walked up to her prey’s side. Jen was now the one with the devious smile and evil glint, and Kara had a look of fear that said she knew exactly what she was in for. As Jen sat her nails on the surface of her ticklee’s stomach, she twisted Kara’s earlier words against her, “You didn’t really think you’d get off easy, did you, Kara? Queen Mistress Heather also knows that I know how to tickle, and you heard her giving me free reign on this belly of yours.”
“EHEHAHAHAHA!” Kara had begun giggling when Jen began teasing her, recalling the previous night when Jen tickled her.
“Oh, you’re so ticklish that just touching you tickles,” Jen kept up the teasing on the now helpless Dungeon Tickler. “I’m not even moving my fingers; what are you going to do when I actually start tickling you.”
“AHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO!” Kara was intimidated enough by Jen’s teasing that she was pleading through her giggling now. “HEHEHEHEY JUHUHUHUST STAHAHAHART!” Waiting was the worst for Kara; she could more or less stand being tickled, and right now, she just wanted to be able to throw her head back and laugh.
“Does the little ticklee want to be tickled?” Jen kept teasing Kara as the latter giggled furiously. “Does she want these fingers tickling all over her tummy?” Jen lifted up her hands from her ticklee’s midsection and wiggled them threateningly. “Well, then I guess I’m going to…” The wiggling fingers darted down and made contact with the Dungeon Tickler’s midriff, causing Kara to break out into helpless laughter. Seeing that Jen had finally begun tickling Kara, Queen Mistress Heather had the timer started. “Tickle, tickle, tickle, prisoner Kara!”
“AHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHO STAHAHAHAHAP!” Kara instantly regretted begging Jen to start tickling her. When she felt the devious fingernails of her tickler attacking her abdomen, Kara remembered why she hated letting Jen tickle her on the dungeon tour. “GEHEHEHEHET IHIHIHIHIT OHOHOHOHOFF!”
“Kara, make up your mind,” Jen leaned in and began whispering her teases in Kara’s ear, mimicking Kara’s treatment of her in the Royal Tickle Dungeon Research Labs. “A few seconds ago, you wanted me to just start tickling you; now, you’re already begging me to stop. Are you too ticklish for this tickle treatment, tickle toy Kara?”
“YEHEHEHEHES!” Kara yelled out an answer. “IHIHIHIHIHIM TOHOHOHOHO TIHIHIHICKLIHIHIHISH! STAHAHAHAHAP NOHOHOHOHOHOW!”
Unfortunately for Kara, her laughter-filled demands did not have any weight behind them, and Jen was not quite ready to stop yet. “I don’t think I want to stop yet, Kara,” Jen teased. “I haven’t even had a chance to get that tickle button of yours yet.”
“NONONONONONONONONO!” Kara pleaded incessantly as she felt Jen’s fingers dart in and out of her bellybutton. The rest of the fingers were not quiet, as the scribbled around the bare stomach to keep up the merciless tickles. “DOHOHOHOHONT! STAHAHAHAHAP!”
“Don’t stop?” Jen asked out loud. “I think she’s coming around. Alright, Kara; I’ll keep it up, since you love having your tickle button tickled. However, I do want to make one little change to my technique.”
Kara expected a raspberry to be blown into her most ticklish spot, but Jen was saving that for more than a couple of minutes in. Instead, Jen’s fingers took a little more time in the navel, wiggling around to tickle every inch of Kara’s tickle button. “NAHAHAHAHAHAT THAHAHAHAT! DOHOHOHOHO SOHOHOHOMEHEHETHIHIHING EHEHEHELSE!”
“Let me think; NO!” Jen emphasized her denial of Kara’s pleas with a punishing wiggle in the bellybutton. “I don’t want to stop tickling you yet, Kara; you’ve earned plenty of punishment tickles for how much you tickled me last night and today. So, you know what I’m going to do?”
“NOHOHOHOHO JUUHUHUHUST STAHAHAHAP!” Kara had no clue what was going to happen, but she knew that she did not want it to happen.
“I’m going to…” Jen paused to get back near Kara’s ear, “tickle… tickle… tickle torture this ticklish tummy for as long as I can.”
Kara’s attempts to squirm her stomach away from the tickling fingers had long ceased; the tickle table’s bonds were solid enough that these earlier attempts had yielded no movement. However, with the new threats from Jen, her head began shaking back and forth in a vain effort to discourage Jen from doing anything that Kara would regret. “PLEHEHEHEHEHSE NOHOHOHOHOHO!”
A devious smile that had often covered Kara’s face last night was now plastered on Jen’s face as her fingers traced patterns and squeezed over the spacious stomach. After giving that last tease to Kara, Jen stood up and observed her helpless ticklee’s squirms and squeals as the tickling took control of her. Jen continued to tickle torture Kara’s belly with her wiggling and squeezing fingers until Queen Mistress Heather announced, “Five more minutes Jen. I want to see you torture her.”
“You hear that?” Jen teased Kara. “You’ve only got five more minutes of my specialized brand of tickle torture to deal with. And since we’re so close to the end, I should give you something to really laugh about.”
By this point, Kara was far too exhausted to comprehend what Jen was saying. Tears were covering her eyes from all the laughter Jen had forced out of her. However, she still found the effort to laugh harder when Jen’s face was lowered to her side and a raspberry came out of the tickler’s mouth. “NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! AHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO!” With that, Jen began a series of raspberries on the ticklish torso under her, going from side to side and back. Jen put the ticklish blows on the spots where she had determined Kara was crazily ticklish, and her efforts paid off, driving Kara into even more hysterical laughter. The tickler’s fingers controlled all the spots not being raspberried, keeping Kara laughing during the breaks from the zerberts. After a minute or two of moving her raspberry-blowing mouth all over Kara’s midriff, Jen zoned it in on her ticklee’s well-proven worst spot. The woman who had been in control nearly all of yesterday as a Dungeon Tickler had been reduced to a crying, laughing mess as her ticklish torso was tormented. Since Kara’s sides were not as ticklish as the front of her midsection, Jen did not even bother tickling there. The tickler’s wiggling fingers instead focused on the skin right around where the raspberries were being blown. Helpless to stop anything from being done to her, Kara was forced to quit begging and just laugh as Jen targeted her worst spots with her best techniques.
After what seemed like a lifetime to Kara, Queen Mistress Heather announced, “Jen, stop! It’s been fifteen minutes.”
Jen obeyed, lifting her face and fingers up from the bare belly she had loved tickle torturing. An exhausted Kara laid back in her bondage, thoroughly worn out as she laughed out the residual giggles from her treatment. Wanting to make sure she would be heard, Jen leaned down and whispered in Kara’s ear, “That was lots of fun, Kara. I’d love to do it again, although maybe next time, we can make it more fun for both of us. I’d do the same thing, but you didn’t look like you were having as much fun. I’m sure we can work something out if we meet up again. Have a great day.”
“Jen, please come over here,” Queen Mistress Heather requested of her young employee. Jen complied immediately, and the Queen Mistress addressed her guards next, “Release Kara and take her to the tickle torture recovery room. Inform Dungeon Mistress Yvette that it may be a while before Kara gets back down there, and that I have granted her extra leave.” Two guards set to work executing the Queen Mistress’ orders, and the head of the Tickle Cartel turned her attention back to Jen. “Jen, it has been a pleasure having you here, but unfortunately, our time has come to an end. Tickle Mistress Wendy has requested to be the one to pick you up, and she will be in the lobby by the time you get there. She has been made aware of your schedule, and she will take you to the transporter class tomorrow morning. After the class, Rebecca will pick you up, and you will stay with her until you and Diana go to pick up Maddie. I had a great time with you here, and I’ll see you again when you bring back Maddie for her audition for the Tickle Cartel. Aside from that, since this night was so fun, I’ll have to invite you over again sometime, probably with Maddie. Cammy, please escort our guest out. And yes, you can do a ticklish escort, but make sure you’re escorting her out. Don’t stop just to tickle her. Jen, have a wonderful time in the Tickle Cartel. I’ll see you later.”
“Thank you, Queen Mistress,” Jen stated. “I also had a wonderful time here.” She curtsied one last time as Cammy approached her. To prepare her for the ticklish escort, Cammy cuffed Jen’s hands behind her back. Jen felt her sides being squeezed as the handmaiden guided her out of the throne room squealing in laughter. There was no doubt in Jen’s mind why this was called a ticklish escort; Cammy would squeeze one of Jen’s sides to turn her or both to keep her going straight.
After laughing her way to the lobby, Jen met up with Tickle Mistress Wendy and was released into the Tickle Mistress’ custody. “Have lots of fun, Jen!” Cammy also encouraged, a smile filling her face. “I had lots of fun tickling and being tickled by you! I’ll see you later.” At this, Cammy headed back to Queen Mistress Heather’s throne room, and Tickle Mistress Wendy and Jen turned to head out of the Queen Mistress’ Palace.
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