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LBFT

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I've been looking for a story I once read on a site that is now shut down. I think the title was "The Ofonte Girls" please understand I may be a letter or 2 off on the spelling, but if anyone here can help me find it that would be great.

Thank you,
LBFT
 
"The Ofote Girls" - By Cryptohero

As Luana peered through the ferns at the sleeping Ofote
village, she shivered, not so much from the early morning air
- even at this time of day, balmy south sea breezes bathed
the small island - but from nervousness. She was from the
Hrugo village on the other side of the island, an intruder
here. All her life she had been taught by the elders, as had
everyone in her village, that the Ofote side of the island
was forbidden. The Ofote ways were strange, the elders had
always said, and they did not tolerate outsiders. Hrugo
representatives had been sent to the Ofote village several
times, never to return. Their friends and relatives could
only guess at what torments they had suffered at the hands of
the Ofote, but no one really cared to know. As far as
everyone was concerned, the elders had spoken and the matter
was finished.
It has always been the nature of the young, however, to
question authority, and Luana and her friends were no
exception. Often, as they helped the adults mend the fishing
nets or weave palm fronds for huts, they would scoff at the
fear of the elders, each youngster boldly professing that one
day he or she would set out under cover of darkness and sneak
into and out of the Ofote village without being caught,
stealing something to bring back home as proof of his or her
bravery.
Luana would simply shake her head and smirk at her
friends, most of whom were several seasons younger than she.
"All you ever do is talk," she had finally told them
yesterday. "What bravery is there in talk?"
Semba, who was a season younger, spoke up. "Well, if
you're so brave, why don't you go?" he challenged.
The others chimed in, daring her.
Having already seen sixteen rainy seasons, Luana felt
that she knew all she needed to know about life, surely much
more than her young friends and probably more than even the
elders themselves. Those village representatives had probably
just gotten lost in the rain forest, after all. She knew the
rain forest better than the wild boars that roamed there, and
she was just as stealthy; she would have no trouble sneaking
in and out of the Ofote village without being seen. There
would be nothing to worry about. She confidently accepted the
challenge.
Now, as her wide black eyes scanned the perimeter of the
Ofote village, she began to doubt her wisdom.
She continued to look around, desperate to find some
object to bring back before the Ofote woke to start their
day. She studied every hut and clearing - this village was
not so different from her own, after all, she had decided -
when she focused on some items neatly placed in a circle
around the dead ashes of a sacrificial fire. They were small,
hand-held talismans, carved from wood, unlike any used by the
Hrugo. One of these would be perfect.
Luana slipped silently from her hiding place, her
slender, delicate feet leaving small imprints in the sand.
When she was sure no one was around, she quickly ran to the
sacrificial area and grabbed one of the talismans.
She turned to head back into the rain forest and saw her
way blocked by another girl, about Luana's age, and then a
second, and finally a third. They quickly grabbed Luana by
her arms and her long, black hair and, though Luana struggled
to break loose, easily brought her to a clearing before the
largest of the huts.
A woman stood at the hut's entrance. The woman was fit -
lean and taut. Her long jet hair was sparsely peppered with
grey. She held her fists to her hips and stood there with an
air of authority.
"So, you thought it clever to wait until our men were
gone to sea, thought you would steal from us," the woman said
in the island tongue. She was calm, emotionless. "Not only
steal from us, but take what we most value."
Five other young girls, none older than Luana, gathered
around them.
"Please, let me go," Luana pleaded. "I promise never to
come back."
The woman considered her. "You are Hrugo?"
"Yes," Luana said hopefully.
The woman then pursed her lips. "We have dealt with your
kind before. We thought you all had learned never to come
here, but it seems we were wrong. You must also be dealt
with. Severely."
"No," Luana whimpered.
The woman now motioned to the other girls. "Take her to
the Place of Punishment, my young apprentices, before the
other older women awaken; they will want to be lenient on
this young one. Quickly, now."
"Yes, Priestess," they said in unison and, before Luana
could cry out in protest, covered her mouth and dragged her
toward the beach.
They were quite a distance from the village when they
arrived at a spot marked by four stakes driven deeply into
the sand. Leather straps were tied to the stakes. The Ofote
girls wrestled Luana down to the sand within the stakes and
tightly bound her wrists and ankles with the leather straps.
As they all stood up, she tugged hard at the straps, finding
it impossible to dislodge the wooden stakes. She was
stretched out tautly, spread-eagled and helpless.
The woman appeared, holding a woven basket before her.
One by one, the eight young girls stepped up to the woman,
each girl retrieving something that was long and slim and
lightly wrapped in cloth from the basket and walking back to
Luana. They all knelt on the sand at her feet in two circles,
four girls kneeling in a circle around each foot, solemnly
holding the items they had pulled from the basket close to
their breasts.
"Child," the woman told Luana, dropping the empty basket
to the sand, "you have committed a serious crime against our
people, and must suffer according to our traditions. The
punishment you shall suffer has been passed on from
generation to generation, a form of punishment we know to be
unbearable."
Luana looked down at the Ofote girls as each one
unwraped her cloth to reveal a long, stiff gull feather. Her
eyes widened. "No . . . "
The priestess looked at each of her young apprentices,
her eyes full of intensity, pointed menacingly at Luana, and
said, "Tickle her feet!"
Without a hint of emotion on their faces, the Ofote
girls lowered their feathers toward Luana's feet and began to
slowly stroke her soft skin.
Luana immediately began to giggle. "Teeheeheeheehee.
No, pleaheeheeheeheeheese."
The feathers' tips glided slowly along the soft, tender
skin of Luana's bare feet. On each foot, two girls tickled
the top of the foot, running the tips of their feathers from
the ankle up to the tops of the toes. Neither seemed
concerned with what the other was doing, each concentrating
on manipulating her own feather, so that sometimes their
feathers' tips would run up and down the top of the foot in
unison, other times in opposing directions. Each would stop
at times to dart her feather's tip into the spaces between
the toes, sometimes having to leave room for the other to do
the same, so that both girls at times were poking and sawing
their feathers between the toes of that foot simultaneously.
The terrible tickling sensations quickly increased in
intensity, and Luana's laughter heightened in volume and
pitch.
Two girls tickled each sole as well, again oblivious to
what the other was doing. One might run her feather up and
down the bare sole steadily and methodically, while the other
might concentrate on the arch, stroking in one direction
repeatedly, over and over again. These girls would also let
their feathers' tips stray to the undersides of the toes,
probing in and out between the toes; at times, their
feathers' tips collided between the toes with those of the
girls tickling the tops of Luana's feet.
Luana was hysterical now, screaming with laughter,
begging for the tickling to stop.
The Ofote girls ignored her completely. There faces
showed no emotion, not even a hint of a mischievous smirk.
They very simply, very seriously tickled Luana's feet.
"Tickle her feet! Tickle her feet!" Luana heard the
priestess order her minions between shrieks of her own
helpless laughter. The tickling was maddening; there wasn't
one inch of skin on her bare feet that wasn't being tickled
at the same time; the tops of her feet, between every toe,
beneath her toes, her soft, sensitive arches, the sides of
her feet, all at once felt the kiss of a feather. One girl
had even begun to lightly scratch Luana's left heel with one
fingernail. The tickling and her screams of laughter, the
insistent tickling, her cries for mercy and constant
laughter, the ceaseless, merciless tickling, tickling,
tickling began to form a haze in her mind, and she suddenly
realized now that the Hrugo representatives must have been
tickled to death.
"NO-HO-HO-HO-HO-HO . . . PLEA-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEES . . .
STO-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA . . . "
Just when Luana thought she would lose her mind
completely, the woman calmly ordered her girls to stop. They
obeyed, feathers held ready to continue Luana's punishment at
the priestess' word.
"Release her," she said.
The tallest of the girls looked up at the woman with a
confused look in her eyes. "But Priestess, the intruder must
be punished mercilessly. It is the way of the Ofote women."
The slightest hint of anger played across the woman's
face. "You question me, Rushana?"
Rushana bowed her head. "No, Priestess," she responded
humbly. She began to untie Luana's bonds, and the others
followed suit.
Once free, Luana rubbed her soles into the warm sand,
back and forth, to try to relieve the tingling sensations
that still haunted her feet.
"Child," the woman told Luana. "I believe you have
learned your lesson."
"Oh, yes, yes, Priestess. Never again shall I return."
"Then go, and warn your people of the consequences of
any further transgressions."
"Yes, Priestess," Luana said gratefully. With that, she
bolted to her feet and flew toward the Ofote village and the
rain forest beyond.
The girls wrapped their feathers and returned them to
the basket. The woman picked up the basket and turned to
Rushana. "Never quote our laws to me, child. No one knows
them better than I."
"Yes, Priestess."
The Ofote girls then followed their mentor in silence as
she led them back to the village.
Once there, one of the older women came running to the
priestess. "A child, an outsider, ran through our village
with the speed of an osprey. We could not capture her . . . "
"Yes, I know," the priestess placated the woman. "We
have already shown her how we deal with interlopers."
"But Priestess," the woman shook her head, "she took one
of our talismans!"
The priestess' eyes widened, and she ran over to the
sacrificial site. Indeed, one of the talismans was missing.
Rushana walked up behind her. "You should not have been
so forgiving, Priestess," she said seriously.
The priestess twirled to face Rushana.
"You yourself said that no one knows our laws better
than you. You must realize what the consequences of what you
have failed to do must be."
The priestess' face turned pale as the eight Ofote girls
encircled her, firmly grabbing her by the arms and taking
the basket from her.
"Sisters . . . " Rushana began.
"Rushana . . . " the priestess breathed.
" . . . take her to . . ."
"Rushana, no . . . "
" . . . the Place of Punishment."
 
Thank You!

tcklshboy

Thank you very much that is the story I've been looking for.

LBFT
 
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