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MTJ Publishing
By Greenfeather.
The goat was driving its tongue deep between her toes and the edges of its
mouth with the soft rubbery bristles, deeply tickled the edges of her feet
whilst its tongue wandered up and down and around her soles.It was the worst
tickling Alice had ever known she thrashed around but the tickling was so
strong and the ropes so tight she could not move to pull away. She was now far
too preoccupied with her own torment to see what was now happening to Mrs
Kelly. The squaw had stopped tickling her on the anus and was gently feathering
her deep long slit with slow sensual strokes of the deliciously tickly eagle
feather. Two squaws pulled the soaking sweated drenched womans head up from the
far side of the horse and pushed a small wooden funnel into Mrs K's mouth. The
other girl then poured a watery wine like liquid into the funnel and Mrs K
drank fully, she was parched from the laughing and hoarse from the screaming
and the liquid put a fire in her belly, even if she was drinking it almost
upside down. The girls carried on filling the funnel and Mrs K kept swallowing
it until she had drank the whole skin of watery wine. Then the feathering began
again and once more she began begging and pleading in between trying to catch
her breath and many moments of insane laughter. Her perineum was actually as
sensitive as her anus and the girls were exploring all over her bottom
crack.Now and again the girls would run the feather or a few fingers down her
legs to tickle behind her knees and ,once or twice to remind her how ticklish
her feet were. But they always soon came back to her bumhole and slit.
Alice was laughing and mewing and pleading for the animals to be dragged off
her but they were too busy feeding, and the two squaws sitting on either side
of her had other ideas for their entertainment and Alices torture. The women
had been rooting through the womens vanity cases and had found severl pairs of
tweezers which the girls kept for their eybrows and facial hair removal. Each
girl was now poised over Alices hairy crotch , holding the tweezers and
speaking rapidly as if they were about to commence a race as to who could pull
out the most hair in a certain time. one girl ran her finger down the middle of
Alices Mons veneris and touched the top of her slit and the little clitoral
hood as if to divide up the sides and decide who would start where. Which was
exactly what was about to happen. And so at a pre determined call and a yelp
from Alice both sets of tweezers set to work pulling out a few pubic hairs from
Alices rich mound of soft silky brown hair that so far covered her pouting cunt
lips and delicate clitoris. The pain from the tweezering mingled with the
maddening tickling, and Alice finally passed out.
When she awoke she found that she had been licked clean of most of the goop
though she could see a few spots still remained. Her body buzzed from the
constant tickling and licking which must have carried on for several hours. In
between her legs felt hot and sore and she was able to raise her head to see
that she had been plucked like a chicken. She then realised that she had been
re-staked out, and her legs were now spread wide apart , with her ankles
fastened to small stakes which were solidly driven into the ground. She could
feel a sort of tingly sensation in her clit but couldn't see the little drop of
red paste which was slowly drying an her clitoris and surrounding hood and
skin. also two small strips were drying out down the lines of her groin which
was completely bald.
She was still lying on her back on the earth floor and she looked up behind her
to see the splayed out form of Mrs Kelly still tied wide apart over the horse.
The squaws were not tickling her but the eagle feather was sticking out of her
anus where it had been planted. Alices head was not far from being directly
under Mrs K's crotch, and she could see MrsK writhing a little in her bonds
even though she was not being tickled at that time.
She could hear the now faint and hoarse pleading and giggling still coming from
Bonita. A fresh team of squaws had replaced the previous girls but there would
be no let up for Bonita. Alice could see a pool of juice that had sunk into the
floor in front of Bonitas shaved slit which was still splayed wide apart from
the stretching of her legs. Bonita's love juices flowed in a clear slightly
sticky stream from the base of her engorged and aching slit, And her fully
engorged clitoris stuck forward and out almost like a mans equipment though
much smaller and more delicate, and infinitlely more sensitive. The girl lying
in front was just casually licking the clit every now and again and Bonitas
head hung down limply as she moaned and pleaded , only occasionally mustering
the energy to wriggle as and when a set of fingers would quickly tickle up her
sides or a foot girl would increase the pressure on the soles of her feet. One
of the many young indian women standing around either talking or enjoying the
show would , occasionally walk over and spend five or ten minutes passionately
kissing Bonita on her full lips causing her to swoon.Women could be so
passionate , and so cruel to one another. They knew Bonita would not have
experienced such an intense pleasuring from such cunning and delicate feminine
fingers, a cowpoke couldn't even begin to understand how to arouse a woman, far
less be interested. But these women knew exactly how to arouse a woman, where
all her sensitive spots are, when to stroke and when to stop , where to tickle,
where to lick, and how to bring her to the very edge of cumming then stopping ,
frustrating Bonita in their cruelty, and deriving enormous pleasure from
tormenting and torturing this fine young womans body until she was exhausted.
Mary and Suki had been left to observe the proceedings for most of the morning
but now a group of squaws came over to their poles and began untying their feet
from the base of the pole, but only to hoist their legs up high and then re-tie
them to adjoining poles so that they were hanging from their wrists in a most
uncomfortable position whilst their legs were splayed out wide and their
genitals completely accessible to the women now gathered around.
A small funnel was pushed into both girls bum hole and a small quantity of
honey poured in. After about an hour they were untied and led outside where
they were taken to a spot on the edge of the village and their hands tied to a
strong upright post, and their legs were spread out by a wooden pole tied to
each ankle, but otherwise left loose although completely naked. It was a warm
humid day and both girls were sweating a lot. The Indian maids walked a little
distance away except for one who pushed a stick into the mound of sand that
they were standing on. and then stepped back. Instantly a few small red ants
appeared followed by a swarm of small red tickling ants that began to run up
the bound girls legs . Both girls screamed as the insects poured up their legs,
attracted by the scent of the honey oozing slowly from their sticky anus's .
The tickling sensations mixed with the revolt and disgust of having ants
crawling on them , but the ants didn't bite, they just tickled and soon Mary
and Suki were leaping and writhing and gasping and laughing and screaming for
them to be released, but the gathering of women and menfolk just laughed and
chattered at the girls torment. They knew they wouldn't be permanently harmed
but the ants would tickle them relentlessly for the rest of the day until they
had salvaged all the honey from their tight, tickly, butt holes.
And finally they came to Maud, who was a big strong redheaded girl who was well
proportioned with a stunning figure of a 26 year old. She had fought them all
the way and it had taken several of the men folk to tie her and strip her. She
was slid down her pole and her feet, tied at the toes, were fastened to a
simple but strong stake in the ground . Then two squaws had sat down cross
legged and just tickled her feet. And it sent her into hysterical laughter. She
couldn't bear it, she gasped for air, she begged and screamed and pleaded , she
peed herself several times, but the women just laughed and went on just
tickling her feet. They would talk and chatter almost oblivious to Mauds
laughter and tears, then they would giggle , but their fingers just kept
wriggling over Mauds delicious soles and toes and feet and her ankles, and they
just kept tickling her feet. Every hour or so another pair of Indian maids
would squat down and take over, running the soft little pads of their fingers
or their delicate little nails over the bottoms of Mauds feet, and they just
tickled her feet. It was a simple torture but Maud writhed and screamed and
gasped, she cackled insanely, but they just carried on tickling her feet.
And now in the village the air was filled with the sound of cackling and
giggling and hysterical laughter and screams , and begging and pleading and
moans as the women folk of the Redfoot tribe tickle tortured the six women from
Mrs Kelly's travellin'Girlshow.
But each woman being tortured didn't care about the others as thay were far too
busy trying to deal with being tickled themselves.
As the tickling eagle feather danced across Mrs K's perineum and anus she
couldn't hold on to her leaking slit any longer. " Oh let me up please I gotta
go...No don't tickl....Ahh hahahahah ..stop no I can't hold on .. You can't do
this ...hheeehhehe." The Indian girl with the feather signalled to the others.
One of the girls looked at Alice spreadeagled on the ground below Mrs K and
smiled a wicked smile. Then she leant over Alice and began to tickle her ribs
making Alice open her mouth and laugh out loud gasping for air. The other girl
began the most ticklish torment on Jenny Kellys pouting slit and crack and with
a moan Mrs K peed herself . A long jet of pee shot out landing all over Alice
who was being mercilesssly tickled by the other girl, making her swallow
copious amounts of Mrs K's pee, much to the delight of the surrounding
audience. The girl with the eagle feather seemed to be able to partly control
the muscles by tickling in different places around Mrs K's genitals causing her
to stop and start and to spray in different directions. In all she made Mrs
Kelly spend about ten minutes of humiliating torture emptying her bladder
constantly making her stop and start with a simple flick of the feather, and
laughing uncontrollably as she did it.
The kittens were dropped between Alices thighs and immediately went to work
competing with one another to lick off the small hard drop of goop on Alices
clit and tickling mercillessly down her shaved groin. Their whiskers catching
the insides of Alices tender thighs.
She screamed and thrashed and moaned as the cats tongues lapped her , but was
quickly overcome by the strongest orgasm she had ever experienced as the cats
bristly tongues wiped back and forth over and around her clitty.
The tortures went on all day and into the night, when finally each woman was
released and taken , exhausted, to the river and bathed. They were made to
drink a sweet liquid made of milk cream and honey, and soaked bread cakes, to
restore some of their energy then they were led back to the tent and fastened
to their repective poles , where they all slumped exhausted.
The following morning more indian maids arrived and it was 'all change' for the
girls as Mary Louise was fastened to the cross bar that Bonita had been
tormented on . Bonita was tied over the horse to have her anus and perineum
tickled, Suki and Alice's feet were tied to stakes and simply foot tickled for
the whole day, Mrs K 's feet were soaked in the red goop ready for the goats
tongue and the kittens, and Maud spent a day being tickled by honey ants. And
so on, each day tickle tortured, sexually frustrated and generally humiliated
until all women had experienced each of the specific tortures. Finally they
were wakened and instead of being strapped to the next tickling frame they were
herded together in the middle of the tent.
They were given more food and drink and then each woman had a soft leather
collar fitted around the neck and a long leather thong attatched. Each girl was
led out of the tent and they were tied by their leashes to a stout post in the
centre of the encampment.
After a while the flap of the centre tent was opened and out came six naked
indian maids looking slightly fearful. Each squaw had been shaved of all pubic
hair and they were each made to lie on bristly cows hide skins that had been
pegged out in the centre of the village. Then each girl meekly allowed her arms
and legs to be staked out until each were spreadeagled on the ground, held
tight by strong stakes driven into the ground. Out of the main tent stepped the
red haired Englishmen who addressed the gathered crowd.
" In the traditional custom , these maids , who have reached the age of
consent, and who are ready to take up their duties with the rest of the women
of the tribe, must endure the initiation tortures so that they will know the
feeling of those who they will be required to attend to over the years to come.
By sunset, each one will know the pleasures and the torments that women can
inflict on other women. It has been agreed by the women of the village that the
captured white women can join in and take their revenge on these squaws before
they are released. Let the torments commence."
And with that the drums began to beat slowly and the white girls were released
from their post and given a maid each. Other Indian women joined them and soon
the air was ringing with the maniacal laughter of six tickled indian maids, all
begging and screaming in their own tongue. There was no need for an
interpreter. And there was no need for the indian women to show Mrs Kelly and
her girls what to do . As Mrs K , Bonita, Maud , Suki, Mary, and Alice knew how
to torture a girl in all her sensitive places.
At the end of the day Mrs Kelly and her girls were led back to their caravan,
still naked and still with their collars attached. Each was given a ceremonial
eagle feather dyed red at its base and the women were allowed to leave. They
headed west towards their next town 'Four Feather Falls'. As Mrs K and her
girls drove the horses and wagon away they could still hear the faint sounds of
laughing and screaming as the indian girls got back down to a ticklish night
for the squaws stretched out on the cow skin hides.
Greenfeather
UK 1997
PUBLISHER'S NOTE:
Greenfeather's work has also appeared in my magazine "Tales From The Asylum"
Issue #1, August 1999 A Tale of Insane Ticklish Terror
Issue #2 The Chinese Tickle Torture Brothel, A sequel to "White Tickle
Slavers"
The July update of our web site will also feature a new tale from Greenfeather
set in Daumantas's Nylon Dungeon.
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