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You look out and you're in a castle. Torches light the walls and suits of armor are stood up everywhere so you can assume that you are in the past, probably the Middle Ages. You realize that you better be careful, because if you said something that someone didn't liked you could be tortured. Walking out of the time machine, you hear noises coming from down the hall. You walk towards the noise. It sounds like laughter. You walk into a hug banquet hall, and at the end see a strange sight. The Queen, you're assuming, was having another lady tickle her bare feet with a long feather. Her feet hung off the throne she was in and she laughed every once in a while. The door slammed behind you and everyone turned and looked. The Queen, a young woman (mid 20s), stopped the tickling and turned to look at you. "What makes you want to enter the Palace of Smiles, and approach the Tickle Queen?" she asked. You look around the room and notice that feathers line the walls. "Sorry, I must be in the wrong place," you say. "Okay stranger, that doesn't matter. Every person leaves the castle with a smile, no matter why they came in. Guards, restrain the stranger," she says. The guards, all young females, you notice, grab your arms so you can't escape. The Queen gets up from her throne and pokes you in the belly. You jerk back. "This should be fun," she says. The guards lead you down into a dungeon-looking area, where only a few torches line the walls. The Queen takes you to a rack. She ties your hands to the top, and your feet to the bottom. She quickly takes off your shoes, and runs her long fingernails over your ticklish toes. You laugh. "Ladies, arm yourselves!" the Queen says, pulling a long feather from the wall. The other eight guards do the same. "3,2,1!" Suddenly, your body is covered in tickling feathers. Your bare feet, ribs, belly, and armpits are being mercilessly tickled with these torturous feathers. The smooth tips glide over your skin, causing you to burst out laughing. "Ladies, hands!" the Queen says, and suddenly the guards and the Queen begin to tickle you with their long nails. Your feet are stroked up and down and fingers wiggle around your toes. Your belly is attacked as the guards mock you saying "gichie gichie goo!" The same is for your armpits, as several guards wiggle their fingers around there. Will this ever stop?
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