White Tickle Slavers I & II

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White Tickle Slavers

By Greenfeather



The Greek Islands are a wonderful location to spend a holiday, and many groups of young western women save up each year to get away from the office with their friends and enjoy many laughs on holiday in this delightful spot.

What many don’t know is that the land seen in the distance from the north facing beaches of some of the islands is a land far removed from western ideals , a land that has been left in the middle ages by successive communist regimes and right now is a land overrun by civil war and run increasingly by criminal gangs.

This land is Albania, and this is the story of a ruthless gang of Albanian ‘White Slavers’ who capture and subdue western girls to be traded around the world , principally in the Middle East and increasingly amongst the drug barons of the developing countries of Eastern Europe, where white young women are much sought after as sex slaves for the pleasure of their rich masters and gang leaders and as rewards to their top men and women.

It was a gloriously hot and sunny day on the island of Nichos and the small beach of St.Geogiou at the northern end of the island was basking in a sweltering early afternoon sun.

A group of British girls, local models from a small clothing factory in the Midlands were enjoying a light lunch washed down by decent quantities of local wine. There was much laughter and hilarity as the girls confided their secrets about the previous night and their escapades with the local men.

Three of the girls, Mandy, Suzy and Diane set off for the small hut at the far end of the beach to rent out a pedalo for the afternoon. Many men’s eyes followed them along the beach as their little pert bums wiggled along the beach jiggling through the flimsy material of their bikini bottoms whilst their breasts bounced and jiggled around as they walked , topless of course. All three had blonde hair, one cropped relatively short the other shoulder length and the other quite long and straight. All were gorgeous young women by anyone’s standard, and of which they were well aware.

A fourth girl joined them running along the beach giggling. She was a tall statuesque redhead with long stunning warm auburn wavy hair , and a pair of gravity defying breasts that jiggled and quivered in a wonderful way as she ran , kicking up the sand as she went.

"God this sand is hot" she said to her friends as she caught them up. " I should have brought my sandals"

" Don’t bother you won’t need them on the pedalo" said the others who were equally barefoot.

They headed out to sea, taking turns at pedaling whilst the others stretched out to work on their tans. They were unaware of the diver under their boat hooking a thin strong cable to their pedalo and then sinking out of sight. The girls gradually became aware that they were getting further and further away from the beach which already looked quite a long way away. They noticed a small wooden fishing boat some way in the distance which they seemed to be drifting towards. They began to try and turn the pedalo around but these boats are always difficult to steer and they just seemed to end up going further out to sea the more they pedaled. They were too far offshore to call for help but the fishing boat was getting nearer and the girls began calling for help. The boat drew alongside and the girls noticed that there were several women on board all dressed in long black robes.

They were helped on board and tried to signal that they would like to be returned to the beach when each was grabbed by the arms and long black sacks were dropped over their heads. The sacks extended down to their feet and each had a pull cord which was quickly jerked tight around their ankles. This all happened so fast that neither girl had time to realize that they had been captured before they were quickly laid on the floor and the loose ends of the pull cords were tied together. They were hoisted into the air by their feet, dangling upside down and held by the hoist so that they dangled in their sacks from the main mast with their pretty bare feet poking out. There were sounds of muffled screams and desperate scratching and grabbing as the girls began to realize their predicament and tried to escape. But the sacks were made of thick strong black canvas and they were soon heading far away from Nichos and towards the dark coastline of the Albanian peninsula.

The girls continued to struggle and one of the women said something to the others who all grinned and went over to the girls. They studied the white upturned soles of four pairs of pretty feet poking out of the puckered end of each of the capture sacks. One of them raised her hand up to a pair of soles and gently began to tickle them maddeningly, gently tickling across the soft upturned soles of one of the captured girls. Their was a shriek from inside the bag, followed by shouts of "NoNONO...." before breathless cackling took over and the other girls hung rigid in fear at what they guessed was about to happen to them. They did not have to wait long as the other women each selected a pair of finely ticklish feet and began to simply tickle them all over, their soft feathery feminine fingers lightly brushing over in maddening tickling torment. The sacks all wriggled and writhed causing the boat to rock a little. Muffled sounds of girls being tickled , and gasping and begging could be heard emerging from the thick black cloth. Their naked feet danced this way and that trying to avoid the touch of the women’s fluttering fingers, but not far enough to escape the delights of tickling torture administered by simple Islamic women who know how to make a girl scream.

Meanwhile the diver had returned to the pedalo and unhooked the cable , returning it to the usual spot on the sea bed ready for the next trip. The pedalo was left to drift with the current back to the Nichos shore. An investigation of the girls disappearance was held and after several months it was concluded that they drowned, probably caught in a freak current which has been known to take the lives of previous tourists who ignore the warnings about going too far out in a pedalo.

The boat drew close to the Albanian shore and waited until the light began to fade before pulling into a deserted cove. there were several natural sea caves and the small boat slipped inside one of these. Inside was a small wooden jetty lit by a dim electric light. There was a tall strong woman standing on the jetty. She was dressed in the same long black robes as the women on the boat but around her neck was a thick gold encrusted chain with heavy jewels dangling from it. Her robes were of sleek black silk and her head was covered but her eyes were black and cruel, she stared intently at the boat and its cargo as it docked. She was clearly in charge and the other women all bowed their heads as they approached her. In the background were a group of men dressed in military style and holding a selection of weaponry, casually watching the proceedings.

The woman was Nicola Kolstoi, one of the most feared leaders of the Albanian criminal organizations who ran operations in drugs, prostitution, extortion and abductions. She was also one of the leading organizers of white slavery, something which she took great pleasure in at a personal level.

She was known by many of her staff as ‘ Nicola the Tickler’ because of her obvious pleasure in torturing her female captives by tickling them, sometimes to the point of insanity, and by the use of this exquisite form of torture to ensure that the slaves she sold remained subdued and cooperative with their new masters or mistresses. The slaves knew the penalties of being returned to Nicola the Tickler if they displeased in any way.

The captured women were lowered over the side of the ship as so much baggage and dropped on to a small cart on the jetty. They were bundled side by side of one another and trundled off the jetty and up a ramp which led to a small tunnel. The girls lay still and terrified in their sacks awaiting at any moment the terrible tickling of their exposed feet to be resumed and their minds raced with the possibility of worse to come. They would not be disappointed.

The small boat left the mooring and headed out to sea and the troupe of black robed women and their body guard escort left the cave and followed the cart to a waiting wagon. One of the robed women was talking to Nicola Kolstoi. She produced a small Polaroid photograph which had been taken of the girls as they left the beach on their pedalo using a long range lens. Nicola smiled and seemed to approve of the choice that her chief slave had made. She would be rewarded suitably, and Nicola was looking forward to their training. These young women looked promising and should fetch a good price in the East where European Blondes were a firm favorite for most of the sadists who prized these additions to their slave harems.

The girls were loaded on to the wagon and driven off to the remote castle that was the principal base for the Kolstoi Empire. The Castle was an original European Medieval Castle. Heavily fortified and now manned by a crack troupe of mercenary heavies who were Nicola’s personal bodyguard. There was no shortage of reward as the empire had huge cash resources and controlled most of the surrounding lands and people as a feudal kingdom.

The prisoners were taken to a cell within the castle. It was a large room with a large wooden table in the center onto which the girls were deposited. Their feet, still poking out of the sacks, were secured to a long metal bar running along the bottom of the table and then their sacks were removed for the first time since they had been captured on the boat.

The girls began shouting and demanding that they be released making all kinds of threats. The black robed assistants took no notice except to make a wry smile at them as they busied themselves folding the sacks to be used again.

The girls began to reach down in an attempt to untie their feet despite the fact that they would be unable to loosen the expertly tied ankles when Nicola arrived to properly inspect the catch.

The robed assistants began grabbing at the girls wrists, and one by one they were secured, kicking and shouting, to a bar at the other end of the table so that they were stretched out on their backs, naked except for some jewelry and their bikini bottoms.

Nicola stood at the end of the table facing their upturned feet.

She spoke in fluent English despite a heavy East European accent.

"Welcome Ladies to my castle," she spoke with a wry ironic smile "You are now slaves of The Contessa Di Kolstoiova, that’s me, and you will from now on speak only when spoken to, you will do exactly what you are told to do , and you will be punished if you do not, is that clear ?" Nicola paused for the expected response....

"You must be fucking joking bitch.. Untie us now or we will not rest ‘til you have been arrested by the police and rot in jail for the rest of your life.!"

Nicola laughed a horrible laugh and leant over Mandy " You’re not in dear little England now girl and you will be taught the way of the slave. It is you ladies who are in jail now, my jail and I will do what I like with you."

Mandy spat at her and the rest turned and did the same.

Nicola coiled back like a snake, wiping her face as she did so. " You will all regret that !" she said.

She regained her composure and with an evil smile looked over the girls again. " Oh such British spunk..I shall so enjoy torturing you, I much prefer torturing girls with spirit.... I wonder now ...are any of you girls TICKLISH ?!"

She ran her fingers over Mandys armpits who tried to pull her hands down but who screamed in laughter as Nicola cruelly tickled hard her exposed and naked armpits. She thrashed and shouted curses but soon could not speak as the tickling sent her into hysterical laughter. The other girls shouted for Nicola to stop.

She stopped, but only to move to Julie the big redhead tied next to Mandy on the table.

"Oh a lovely redhead" Said Nicola " they do say that redheads are insanely ticklish all over, especially on their sides and armpits..is that true dear ?" Julie looked away and closed her eyes as she knew what would happen anyway , as she turned her head Nicola swept her fingers down Julie’s sides and then quickly up and dug them into the redheads shaven armpits. Julie was so ticklish she lurched upwards with such force that the entire table shuddered before letting out a mighty wail "NNOOOooooo....." before the force of the ticklishness overtook her body and she could only manage a silent scream as she fought for breath, her face contorted in silent laughter. Her body plunging and thrashing wildly on the table as she tried desperately to escape the tickling fingers of her cruel tormentress.

" Oh yes I will have such a lot of fun with you slave" said Nicola as she continued for what seemed like many minutes , to tickle the redhead until she peed herself.

The others began to cry. "No crying here girls " she said and nodded to the other assistant slaves who moved to the foot of the table and began to tickle each of the girls feet. They could not help but start laughing and screaming as the horrible tickle sensations took control of their bodies.

"And now we will have the panties off I think so that the Contessa can inspect the whole body before I decide how each of you will be presented"

More blackrobed assistants appeared and simply sliced through the straps at the side of each bikini taking care not to scratch the girls skin. Then the bottoms were pulled through the crotch to expose their pretty little pussies..

"Well girls .. your bikini lines are ok but you’ve all left far too much hair on nevertheless. Don’t any of you English girls ever shave yourselves properly ?"

"We will have to remove all of that for you, and permanently, with our wonderfully tickly little electrolysis device, and we’ll do your legs and armpits at the same time, oh you girls are in for plenty of beauty treatments in the next few days"

The girls were continuing to thrash around , forced to laugh and giggle against their will by the immensely maddening tickling that each girl was receiving by the other slaves.

Nicola put her hand between each girls legs and took a close look at each of their little slits. "As usual you girls have all got your clits intact unlike many of us Islamic women who have had them removed by our elders when we are young. We must find other ways to satisfy our desires, but you lucky girls have all yours intact, well for the moment, perhaps the clients who eventually buy you will want you circumcised , or maybe they will want you intact, a clitoris is so immensely torturable, as you will discover."

Nicola looked in their mouths as if she was inspecting a horse. "At least you all have good teeth , we won’t need the cosmetic dentist in I don’t think on this occasion."

Nicola stood up to her full height, and signaled to the other women to stop their tickling for a moment.

"So you English girls will be slaves here , you will learn to be obedient , you will be taught. Like the Romans, so sophisticated but so cruel, we can subdue all women until they learn to obey our every command and yet we do not mark you physically. You will all be seriously tickled until you can bear it no longer and when we have broken your spirit you will join the other slaves on our auction block when you will be sold to our valued customers as common sex slaves to do with as the client sees fit. I think we will also have your clits pierced and ringed, it is so painful at first but then you start orgasming everytime you move your legs, it’s so undignified for you English girls don’t you think? You will now be taken away to be cleaned up and to be prepared for your lessons." and with that she left the room giving quick instructions to the other slave assistants.

The girls were untied from the bars at each end of the table but were left tied hand and foot. Two big black male slaves, completely naked and with hairless oiled bodies came in and took a girl over each shoulder, and carried them into another room which was tiled, and laid each girl out on a white medical table to which they were once again tied. Their ankles were fastened into medical examination stirrups and hoisted wide apart so that their little pussies were spread open and their anuses were easily accessible for the enemas they were about to receive.

In short during the next two days the girls were all cleaned both internally and externally. They were all fully depilated by electrolysis, by a team of black robed women who took great care to remove all hairs from around the vaginal lips and mons veneris, and from their armpits. The depletion was carried out carefully but the repeated application to the sensitive areas of the girls bodies caused them to writhe as the tickling sensations came and went. Also the continuous stroking of the girls sex regions had each girl dripping with unwanted desire without being able to relieve themselves. Then each girl was secured tightly to the table two women began piercing their clits with small gold needles. One woman pulled back the skin forming the clitoral hood while the other ran the pin through the girls clitoris. Each had a small gold ring inserted through the pierced clitoris. Once the pain subsided the tickling sensation in and around the clitoris began to build and it was not long before each girl began orgasming.

They were taken to a dungeon in the basement of the fortress where they were secured to the walls by their wrists which were locked into steel manacles and fastened above their heads. Though they could still touch the floor they could not sit. It was also the first time they realized that there were other captives that were already in the dungeons. They had heard muffled sounds of hysterical laughter and assorted screaming over the last few days but this was the first time they had seen any other girls face to face. There were two American beauties and two Italian girls strapped to the opposite wall who were similarly naked their armpits were stretched open by hanging from their hooks and their feet had been fastened quite widely apart to a cross bar which stood at approximately thigh height like a bar in a ballet studio but positioned a few feet away from the wall to allow the girls feet to be tied in front of her and to effectively leave her suspended from her wrists but with her back to the wall. A second bar ran down the other side of the room and the four English girls ankles were securely tied to this bar , also quite widely spread. All girls pussies were hairless and exposed as were the soles of their feet.

The black robed women began smearing all the girls feet with a salty smelling liquid which they rubbed in well causing the girls to writhe and gasp as the intense tickling sensations of the women’s slippery hands fondling their feet sent exquisitely unbearable tickling sensations up the legs. Several buckets were used and some of the women smeared a little onto the slits or anuses of the bound women. one or two ran a wet finger over a tied girls armpit hollow causing more tickled squeals of anguish. Two girls had a piece of raw bacon pushed far up their vaginas after the greasy meat had been rubbed liberally over their outer labia.

There was a horrible sense of danger about the whole scene when Nicola strode into the room holding the leashes of three large black panthers. "I do hope you ladies are being looked after well but it is now time to learn the horrible truth about your captivity. I will shortly show you all what will be in store for you during your stay here and we start with the very worst so that you will know what the punishment will be for lack of obedience in the future. This is an ancient but effective torture used by the Romans to subdue their captives so that they would become good prostitutes for the Empire without physically damaging their beauty. You ladies will be treated the same and I think you will soon find it absolutely unbearable. You see it’s feeding time for my big pet cats here, and they like nothing more than to lick a salty girls foot for hours on end. They aren’t bothered by your screams and unlike me they show no mercy. I’m afraid you’ll have to share their attentions as I only keep three but I think you will find watching your opposite numbers getting the same treatment will be almost as bad as being licked yourselves. It’s 8pm now and I’ll be back in the morning . Goodnight ladies I’m sure you’re not going to enjoy this."

Nicola slipped off the three collars of her furry pets who strolled round the room sniffing the feet of the captive women and purring loudly. The blonde American was first. The panthers long bristly tongue slurped across her right sole and she screamed aloud and laughed with such force and twisted to try and get away with such might that the others froze as she dissolved into screams of "AHH NOOO get it off me NNNnnno...." before she ceased to be coherent as the cat merrily continued licking all over the foot. Susie was next and then Julie. The sound of hysterically tickled girls was very loud but soon the cats settled down to a routine sometimes sitting concentrating for an hour or two on one foot or casually striding around licking and nibbling a selection of immensely ticklish feet. All girls peed themselves within minutes of being tongued and there was no relief when the cats began to experiment with a lick to some of the girls cunts.

Two cats continued the terrible tickling torture to the salted feet of two of the girls whilst a third was trying to get at the bacon inside one of the girls using its long bristly tongue. The girl was gasping as orgasm after orgasm shuddered through her sensitized body as the tickling and the licking combined with the intense clitoral tickling of the little gold ring caused her to thrash uncontrollably, her hysterical laughter mixing with the screaming laughter of the tickled girls.

This torture went on all night and by morning the girls were physically and mentally exhausted. Nicola entered the room and two of her assistants led the cats away.

She looked at the sweating heaving bodies of the girls. Apart from being soaked in sweat and obvious signs of exhaustion the women had not been marked and yet they had all probably spent their worst night ever being intensely tickle tortured by Nicola’s pets without mercy.

In her heavy East European accent she spoke " Well ladies I hope you all learnt a lesson from your night of torment. I can and will send you back to this room if you fail to co-operate with me or any instructions you receive from your Masters and Mistresses , is that clear ?"

There was a dull silence. One girl spoke " No mmore...ppllease I can’t bear it I’ll die...plplease no more tickling..."

"My panthers are special ticklers and provided you do as you are told you will be spared from the worst , unless of course you are unluckily enough to be purchased by a client who delights in tickle torturing young ladies such as yourselves." " But you will be tickled some more as we must train you to be the best sex slaves, and I like tickling young women, I like to hear you begging for mercy and your delightful tickled laughter. and I lke to see you smile for me."

"Of course the most ticklish of you will be selected for special training. An especially ticklish girl is always in demand from some of our more sadistic tickle torture clients. I will be testing each of you in the next few days when you will be assessed for your various talents. But all of you will be begging for mercy over the next few days so don’t forget your training or it’ll be another night for you with the panthers and their long bristly tongues running over your delicate ticklish soles, or that devilishly long tongue lick-tickling your **** until you think your clits going to burst."

She began tickling the outstretched feet of one of the American girls who began squirming and laughing begging Nicola to stop.

Eventually they were all untied and led back to another cell to be cleaned and allowed to sleep ready for the next phase of their training. There would be nothing to gain from not keeping these slaves fit and healthy and ready for the next auction which would be in a weeks time.

In all there were twelve girls in the dungeons of Nicola Kolstoi at that time awaiting auction to the highest bidder. A normal attractive western blonde would fetch between $50,000 to $100,000 depending on their looks. However prices tend to go up for those with special features, such as a girls beauty, or with a particularly large clitoris, or one that is particularly ticklish, or for those girls who have come from a particularly aristocratic background. All girls sold are always over 18 as there is no point in courting excess trouble, but are rarely over 23 years old. Prices begin to slip beyond this age though there is still a market for women up to 30 depending on condition.

Each girl was tied at her wrists and ankles by thick silken rope which was tied expertly so that it left very little marking but was strong enough to hang up a girl.

At night the women were laid on soft mattresses but with their wrists and feet tied together and suspended from a ceiling hook so that the mattresses took their weight but their bums were left exposed. This allowed the girls to be feathered between their legs by the assistants who took it in turns to tickle the girls slits with feathers. A few girls were unbearably ticklish in this area particularly those with a longer than normal gap between the asshole and the base of the vagina, an area known as the perineum. Some of the girls were insanely ticklish on their perineum’s and shrieked and squirmed every time this area was feathered. It was easy to make these girls pee themselves and they spent many hours begging and pleading in between sweeps of the feather to be released from such torment. Others were nicely ticklish on the anus and vagina but actually found the sensation very sensual. Their problem was that the feathers touch was never quite strong enough to bring them off though with a little squeezing of their clitoral rings they could tickle the clit sufficiently to bring themselves off. It was good entertainment for the tormentors particularly for one girl who could not stop orgasming and continued to soak her mattress every night with dribblings of come until she was quite exhausted.

During the day the girls had to eat and exercise and to beautify themselves at the command of a Master or Mistress. They were required to spend many hours licking a penis or vagina in such a way a to keep the sensual tension up and to carry out many perverse sexual acts without complaint.

To maintain discipline and to remind the girls of their punishments they were locked in various sets of stocks where their feet would be mercilessly tickled for hours by their fellow slaves. Positions were constantly changed until the girls had no mind of their own but were simply sex objects capable of receiving or administering hours of tickle torment leaving them hysterical sweating wrecks. Only to be released and expected to perform sexual acts which none would have considered even a few weeks ago.

Several of the women had been sent back for a night with the panthers during the process and the other girls had spent at least one or more nights hanging by the feet from one of the walls having to listen to the pitiful laughter and begging of the tickled girls as a reminder.

Nicola now considered them ready for the auction and they were all suitably washed and prepared. Each girl was bound hand and foot and hung naked and upside down on hooks around the walls of the large dimly lit auction room. Various pieces of equipment were available around the room and the clients could ask the naked oiled Nubian male slaves to take one of the girls down and have her displayed for inspection. Each had a small tag attached to the clitoris ring to indicate any specialties. One of the Italian girls had a larger than average clit when engorged and a beautiful white pointed goose feather had been tied to a small gold chain hanging from the clit ring to allow clients to feather the clit head to see for themselves how it grew when tickle tortured. The redheaded English girl had proved to be exceptionally ticklish and was , unlike the others, stretched out on a rack. Various tickling instruments were available and the clients were encouraged to see just how ticklish she was. Consequently the room was continuously filled with screaming laughter and begging hysterics as the tickled girl thrashed from one side to another trying to evade being tickled by curious fingers from all sides. The cream soles of her tied back feet were a particular target for most of the middle eastern men and women now casually wandering the room inspecting the girls and making notes on size and coloring. Some of the men were dealers who were responsible for stocking a wide range of harems and brothels around the world. Experts in female flesh.

The bidding began and the four American girls went both to an Arab dealer who wanted them for punishment trials in deepest Iraq. The girls were dragged off by their hair into a waiting helicopter.Each fetched $150,000.

The Italian girls were next, two were sold to a Chinese Tickle Torture brothel, and two were sold to an African chief for pleasures unknown, including the girl with the big clit. The Chinese paid $75,000 for their two and the African paid $85,000 for his pair.

The three English blondes went to a group of traders from Iran where their services would be used as payment for business deals.Each blonde sold for $130,000.

Finally the Redhead was eventually sold to the Chinese after a bidding war with another private couple from Eastern Russa for $250,000, for use in the Tickle Torture Brothel where she would spend her life laughing and jerking in her bonds for the pleasure of various Imperial Chinese both male and female.

As the girls were packaged for their flights and as the final helicopter left, Nicola returned to her heavily guarded strong room to count up over $1.5m in cash including attendance fees from all the clients. Not a bad months work she thought as she closed the safe and considered the wonderful shopping spree ahead of her.

Meanwhile her diver and boat crew stood on the deck of the little fishing vessel bobbing gently about on the Mediterranean waves, a mile or so off the shore of Strachos, with binoculars focussed on the small white sandy beach, as three young swedish women laughed and played trying to get their pedalo away from the shore, there was a soft splash as the diver gently entered the water and sunk silently away in the direction of the beach.

The End...except for the swedes...



White Tickle Slaves - Julie, Laura, Loraine, Eva and Tania

by Greenfeather

As Nicola the Tickler left the auction room to settle the financial transaction, Julie was taken down from the auction room tickling frame and led to a small ante room by two tall silent Chinese men who were the paid employees of the Chinese tickle torture brothel to collect girls from around the world to amuse the clients of their firm. Julie was a prime specimen. she was a redhead with fair skin and much prized by the clientele in the far eastern mountains that would soon become her hell home. She would be properly graded for her ticklishness but the two men who had bought her already guessed that they had a near top of the scale girl who would be so sensitive to the tickling she would command the top prices. The only sadness was that girls of this quality could rarely last more than a few days , but her grading and ultimate trading price would have to wait. For now she would need to be wrapped carefully ready to be transported back almost 12,000 miles away to the Shansui mountains high in the Himalayas where she would join a number of other girls in the pursuit of pleasure of the highest and most exquisite degree. A soft cotton shift was handed to her which she put on, then two locking bracelets of silver lined with red velvet were fastened to her wrists and ankles and her wrists bound behind her and her legs fastened. She shrieked as a familiar black sack was dropped over her head immediately cutting out all light and most noise. She struggled as the drawstring at the bottom of the bag was pulled tight and she was pushed gently backwards into the arms of one of the big eunuchs. He lifted her into his arms being careful not to cause any bruising and her only sensation was the sense of colder air swirling around her naked feet poking out at the bottom of the bag as she was carried towards the waiting helicopter together with two other Italian women who had also been bought by the Chinese.

The Shanghai registered freighter was lying ten miles offshore in deep water basking in the hot Mediterranean sun as the helicopter approached her small helipad at the stern. As soon as the rotors slowed Julie was carried quickly from the chopper and down into the lower private rooms of the ship. The other two girls were taken to two separate cages in another part of the ship.

The helicopter lifted off to return to Nicola's castle and the big diesel engines of the freighter slowly grumbled to life , within an hour the ship was steaming at a steady 10 knots towards the Suez canal and then on to the Indian ocean round the South China seas and back into the ancient waters of old Imperial China which had always retained its excellent trading links with the West's drug barons and where money was not an issue.

Julie had been taken to a private suite of rooms where her two captors now unpacked their precious cargo to make a preliminary number of tests. Julie's ankles were freed and a rope passed through a discreet ring on the two ankle restraints. She was laid on the floor and the rope was looped over a small pulley in the ceiling. Quickly she was lifted from the floor and hung upside down, gently swinging with the roll of the ship. The shift fell downwards. One of her captors undid the lock on her wrists and pulled the shift from her naked body. She was a beautiful target and she screamed as one of the men ran his soft fingers down her upturned sides. She writhed and squirmed in her bonds as the two men smiled and moved in to tickle her defenseless body. They ran their fingers over her legs causing her to scream out in laughter. These men knew how to tickle a woman and they played with her like an instrument until she was weeping with laughter at the intense tickle torture. And all the while she had simply been hanging upside down on a hook her arms free to thrash around. The room was warm and she was sweating with the exertion. A little trickle of sweat ran down from her hair free groin and tickled its way across her tummy and onto her heaving breast.

One of the eunuchs pulled her feet apart and began to run a small white feather around her little pussy lips slowly tickling around the lips, stroking the feathers tip back and forth across the smooth skin around her vagina. Then he began twirling it between his finger and thumb across the very sensitive patch of skin between her vagina and anus and Julie went berserk!

The two men smiled as they began to lightly brush this area with their soft powdery fingers and the feather. Julie was cackling and screaming incoherently and her muscles were locked tight as she fought to close her legs whilst at the same time deal with the electric tickling sensations that were spasming from her crotch. The men stopped and let her rest . One of the men went across the cabin to a small wooden case and withdrew a short feather quill, sharpened at the end as all writing quills are. He also took out a small glass bottle containing a dark red ink. He dipped the quill into the ink and walked back to where Julie hung upside down , her legs pulled widely apart, exposing her gorgeous sex organs and soft and extremely ticklish perineum. One eunuch held her steady and the other quickly drew a small Chinese symbol onto her perineum. The red permanent ink marking the center of a deliciously ticklish spot between the bottom of her silky slit and the puckered drawstring of her asshole. Julie lurched forward and laughed but by then she had been marked thus, y .

She did not know it yet but the tattooists would be called once she had reached her destination to permanently tattoo the ink mark onto her skin along with all the others the two eunuchs would patiently and thoroughly discover on this long voyage. However she would need to be buckled up extremely securely before the tattooists would have a hope of doing a good job as the tickle sensations would be so intense special equipment would be needed to hold her still. And as entertainment, her tickling tattoo show would prove very remunerative for the brothel.

She was sweating profusely now and she was panting heavily as the two torturers explored her naked body, tickling her into a frenzy with every stroke and caress, then marking another spot with their incredibly ticklish quill feather.

After a few hours she was lowered until her feet were slightly lower than the men's faces then one leant forward and began to lick her feet. She squealed in ticklish torment as the slippery rubbery tongue licked across her sole and up into the join between two of her toes. The other man did the same to her other foot and she spent a further hour being given a tongue bath by the two men who licked her from head to foot. Finally one ran his tongue across the length of her labia and touched her clit. Julie exploded into an orgasm of such proportions that she passed out. Her limp body was unhooked from the ropes and she was carried to a small bed where her bare feet were secured into a small pair of stocks at the foot of the bed and she was left to sleep in the silk sheets , in the warm room of the torture cabin heading slowly but inexorably towards China and a life as a tickle slave in a special torture brothel.


In another corner of the Mediterranean two American girls were coming round from a drug induced sleep in a cell deep below one of the palaces of the Prince of Iraq. They were dressed in the flight suits of American pilots which had been torn in appropriate places to reveal that they were both quite naked underneath. For some reason they had no flight boots and were barefoot and both were shackled by the ankles to a raised steel bar set into the floor of the cell. Their soft naked soles spread apart slightly.

The door to the cell clanged open and a tall dark haired woman walked in dressed in an immaculate black leather dress carrying a small leather bag.

"Morning girls!!" she said with a smile " time to get you ready for your trial , we want you look your best when we send you to the punishment blocks for crimes against the brave people of Iraq !" she laughed. The American women said nothing recognizing their fate.

"A pedicure first I think" she said laughing as two more women entered the room. The two women pulled in a large chair which looked similar to a dentists chair but had straps around the edges to hold the 'victim' in position. Laura, one of the Americans was hauled upright and stripped of her uniform then thrown into the chair by the two assistants who seemed incredibly strong. Quickly her feet were secured by ankle straps and her wrists were held over her head and fastened behind the chair.

Two padded leather rests were attached to hold her feet steady so that her soles were exposed and facing slightly upwards her toes were fastened to a loop and pulled back making her feet secure and held taut. A thick leather belt was tightened around her waist and her knees were buckled together.

The woman's name was Furina and she was the Princes favorite torturer. She was used to keeping the many women in his harem in line. Most were captured white western women who were subdued into a life of enforced prostitution and her favorite method was to tickle torture the girls on the soles of their feet until they were totally obedient. This did not mark the girls physically but they were all terrified of a tickle session with Furina if any were reported to have stepped out of line or displeased the men who used them.

Furina took some soap and a stiff brush from her back and with a little water from a bottle proceeded to gently wash Laura's feet and soles. Laura wriggled and squirmed trying not to smile but she couldn't make it and burst out laughing as the tickle sensations swept up her legs as Furina's soft tickly fingers stroked across her soapy and slippery feet.

" Stop..oh God..Stopppp Haaaa!" she laughed "NO N000noo.."

But Furina smiled broadly and said

" Oh are you ticklish my dear ?"

She laughed and commenced scrubbing Laura's soles with the small bristle brush. Laura screamed and thrashed as the tickle sensations overpowered her control and she began to pee all over herself.

" Oh this will make great entertainment when you're thrown to the public for punishment" laughed Furina "and we all like to see you big gorgeous American women peeing your pants !!"

Furina continued with a small soapy brush scrubbing between Laura's toes as she gasped for air begging piteously for Furina to stop. Loraine, the other American girl whimpered as she knew what was coming for her and one of the assistants pulled up a chair and simply began tickling her feet whilst attached to the bar. Loraine then also began laughing and squirming as the woman softly tickled her soles, not so much as Laura, but enough to keep her laughing and as a preliminary to her own 'pedicure'.

Of course the pedicure was totally unnecessary as Nicola had already prepared the women beautifully whilst in her Albanian castle. Both women's feet were soft and tender and beautifully pedicured, but this was an excellent way of warming up the two women pending their show trial as shot down American pilots held as legitimate enemies of the state after the desert war.

Furina and her helpers continued to tickle torture their captive maidens for a further two hours before taking them to a specially built preparation room where the women were thoroughly washed and enema's , their hair was groomed and a light make up applied to make them very attractive to the general public when they would be taken to the public torture center.

Finally both women were fastened into frames which held back their heads and water tubes were fastened into their mouths. They were forced to drink as water poured slowly into them until their bladders were full then they were taken to the 'courtroom'.

Both Laura and Loraine were dressed in their phony flight suits and the court made up of local politicians, royal, businessmen and assorted wives and daughters listened to accounts of the Americans atrocities to public schools and buildings , of the suffering of innocent Iraqi people and how they were shot down and captured by the brave Iraqi forces. Then both women were convicted of state crimes and sentenced to life imprisonment combined with daily public humiliation until they repented of their anti Iraqi views.

To cheers from the crowd the women were led outside to a large stone slab where both women were stretched out with their wrists and ankles secured by thick leather straps spread-eagling them. The crowd lurched forward but were stopped by the security forces as four Iraqi women stepped from the crowd and knelt at the front of the slab next to each one of the outstretched feet. "We are not a cruel people and these women will be punished but not raped, and no man must lay a finger on these women. I call upon the women of Iraq to punish these western females in a manner befitting their humiliated state, but equally to punish them for their sins" Shouted the Judge.

He stepped back and the four hooded women turned and began to tickle the feet of the two captives, gently at first , but increasing their touch until the girls began to wriggle and giggle as the fingers teased ever more intensely. Laura began laughing out loud pleading with the women to stop and the crowd cheered. Then Loraine also began laughing and suddenly Loraine could contain herself any longer and soaked her flight suit in pee as she screamed in ticklish torment as the women tortures stepped up their tickling, scraping their nails across the women's soft soles. The crowd loved every minute and it was not long before Laura also began to leak pee into her remaining clothes. Two more women moved forward and began to cut away what was left of the clothes until the crowd were able to see both women stark naked, shaved, and fully spread-eagled on the stone torture slab of old Iraq , a stone that had witnessed the tickling of many a recalcitrant wife or concubine over the centuries.

Women moved in to take up position around the girls, stroking a soft inner armpit or running spidery soft fingers across the girls ribs or tummy causing them to shriek with laughter and to gasp for air in the hot desert sun.

Another woman brought a bucket filled with strong brine and began coating the women's feet with the salty substance. Four goats were produced and led to their feet where they were tethered. The goats began to lick the salt from the feet causing both girls to arch up from the stone such was the intensity and unbearablness of the tickling tongues but the crowd only cheered more and the women torturers continued with their task.

By night both women had been driven mad by the insane tickling of the goats tongues and could only cackle feebly as they were dragged away to their cells drooling piteously. They had orgasm many times and their pussies were drenched and soaked in vaginal lubricant as they had thrashed and squirmed under the tickling torture, their engorged clits being squeezed and stimulated between slippery vaginal lips until they passed out only to be revived for more stimulation. They were bathed by the robed women and secured to their ankle stocks awaiting further punishment when they had recovered sufficiently.


Further south in the heart of the African sub continent, in the deepest part of the African jungles, two more of the Italian girls were experiencing their first taste of the tickle terror to come as they were unbundled from the back of a jeep on which they had been lashed for a murderous journey of a thousand miles. They had been shipped from Nicola's castle across the Mediterranean on a small steamer that carried food supplies to Africa. They were landed as cargo in the small port of Said on the Tunisian coast and transferred to a large truck filled with bags of meal. They were transported 1000 miles inland through the jungle to the 'Empire' of one of Africa's last megalomaniac madman rulers, King Amalfi of Trazi. He was rich beyond imagination having the only independent diamond mine in Africa. His pastime was to torture white girls and his palace was filled with over one hundred white slave girls at any one time all held naked and displayed in many cruel and different ways . As Eva and Tania were pushed from the back of the jeep their ears were filled with the most hysterical laughter and turning in horror they saw a naked white woman pegged out onto the ground thrashing and laughing uncontrollably as two of the Kings beautiful black foot maidens sat brutally tickling the girls feet with their fingernails.

The black maidens were stunningly beautiful , fully shaven including their heads, their dark dusky skin waxed and polished . Their eyes were almond shaped and they wore a cruel smile as they continued to torment the staked out girl with their manicured and delicate feminine tickling fingers. The girl was drenched in sweat from the exertion and her pussy dribbled juice into the dusty floor which was stained in a damp pool indicating that the girl had been tickled for some considerable time.

The King's daughters Princess Mandita was responsible for organizing the torture of his slaves and the tall black Princess now came forward to inspect the purchase which had been made by her agents.

"Ah yes" she exclaimed smiling wickedly " you have done well Moussad" turning to her agent "they look eminently torturable, Nicola does produce some of the finest slaves!"

"Your Highness will be pleased, they are soft skinned Italian girls, they scream well and they are excruciatingly ticklish see.."

Moussad poked two fingers into the sides of Eva who jerked forward and let out a bellow.

" Good good, my maids will prepare them and they will be presented to the King in time once they have been tickled into obedience.. take them to be prepared.." she nodded to her servants who came round and took each girl and lashed their wrists and ankles to two poles then they were carried in traditional African captive fashion towards the slave training area from which various sounds of female suffering emerged before dispersing into the African dusk.

Eva and Tania were assigned two women tickle maidens whose job it was to maintain their arousal at all times of the training. Eva was then led away to her training ground leaving Tania with her two tormentors named Kibi and Fibi. Tania was stripped of the cloth that had acted as packaging and restraint for her entire journey . Kibi looked at her white body carefully, studying its shape and curves whilst Fibi ran her palms over some of the rounder parts of Tania's anatomy. It was very sensual and although Tania was terrified of her unknown fate she found herself unable to pull away from the smooth caress of Fibi's hands. Kibi took a small pot from a side table and stuck her finger in pulling out a small knob of perfumed grease. She looked into the eyes of her captive and smiled sweetly as she lowered her hand and very carefully took the fold of skin covering Tania's clitoris and began rolling it between her greased finger. Tania gasped with pleasure and closed her eyes as the beautifully slippery warmth of Kibi's greasy fingers gently kneaded and tickled her sensitive clitoris. She felt the tingling sensations of her sex being aroused and blood beginning to engorge the tender head of her pleasure organ. Kibi smiled, Tania was unaware that Kibi, like all the African women in King Amalfis kingdom, were denied this basic of pleasures on account of them all having been circumcised as young girls , their clitoris removed in a painful ritual that still is often the fate of millions of women around the world. perhaps because of this or maybe just because they had trained so many sex slaves, Kibi and Fibi were especially good at rendering their captives wholly strength less by the power of their sensuality. Tania certainly felt the waves of exquisite pleasure washing over her as Fibi continued to stroke her palms over her glistening body, gliding over her breasts as soft as a swans wing , making her nipples redden and enlarge, stroking her back making her weak with pleasure waves and the incredible warmth of sensations as her clit slipped and slid between Kibi's oily fingers as the perfumed fat mingled with Tania's own secretions and she headed for her first vertical orgasm. Her knees weakened and Fibi walked behind Tania and wrapped her arms around her waist letting Tania fall back into her supporting naked skin, Kibi continued and Tania shuddered as her clitoris exploded in a mind numbing orgasm and her vaginal juices flowed down her naked legs to soak the floor on which they stood. Fibi laid her down on a bed of soft jungle fern leaves and two more handmaidens entered the room with bowls of hot water , soap and towels. Two more girls appeared as Fibi and Kibi grasped one of Tania's ankles each and the other two girls held her arms, then the handmaidens washed Tania from head to foot while she was held spread out by the four women. The handmaidens ran their silky soapy fingers over Tania's body and the tickling sensations were intense.

Tania giggled and writhed against her captors but they held her firmly and she had no strength to pull away. The maidens began soaping under her arms , wriggling their fingers against her silky armpits and Tania laughed and cried out "Nooo..." but she was breathless with weakness and the girls just giggled at their squirming and wriggling target and continued to soap and stroke her naked body. They soaped her belly button and for the first time Tania bucked so hard she screamed as she couldn't bear the tickling at her navel and she pulled the girls off balance by wriggling and twisting so hard as her face contorted into an hysterical mask, squeezing her eyes together and gritting her white teeth.

The girls continued and for several minutes Tania struggled as the giggling handmaidens made the most of washing her navel. Eventually they moved on and tenderly washed her pussy and groin area paying special attention to her clitty as Tania moaned in pleasure as little soapy fingers slid and tickled over her hairless slit and engorged clitty. Her legs and knees received equal treatment but this was nothing to her desperation when they began to soap her feet. The combination of the soap and her desperate struggles to escape the tickling fingers meant she kept slipping from everyone's grasp, so two loops of rope were passed round her ankles and these were tied to two stakes in the floor. Then the screaming and the begging began as the tickling became unbearable. She had always been unable to bear having anyone touch her feet but this was so deliberately intense and yet she couldn't pass out. She peed herself laughing and the girls laughed and tickled her some more till she had no more to pee and she was crying with laughter and drooling from exhaustion. Finally her hair was washed and combed till it was dry. She was powdered from head to foot to enhance her whiteness and led out into the courtyard to be displayed with the other captives.

In all there were over 80 captive white females held in the palace. Each one was displayed in some part of the grounds. The courtyard had a shaded terrace all around and along its walls several females were strung. Each was attended by an arousal maiden and most were tied by their wrists to a cross beam in the roof so that their naked bodies were totally exposed for cruel tortures. the arousal maidens were well paid volunteers from the villages that surrounded the jungle palace and they were happy with their work which, in the main consisted of feathering their allotted captives pussy to keep them in an almost continuos state of arousal. Tania was tied to her post and immediately Fibi produced a blue exotic feather from her hair band and began stroking it along the length of Tania's vaginal lips and anus. She tried to squeeze her legs together to stop the maddening itch but found that her ankles had been restrained at each side so that she had to maintain a position on her tiptoes whilst keeping her legs wide open. And so the feathering continued, Kibi meanwhile began kissing the back of Tania's neck with light little kisses as soft as a butterfly's wing, but increasing in intensity as her mouth moved around her lower neck and shoulders.

Tania could hear more giggling and laughter. She looked around but it took her eyes some time to adjust to the brilliance of the sunlit courtyard compared to the shade of the covered way in which she was suspended. Other white girls were there. Around the edges of the courtyard girls were tied and tickled gently to prolong their torture . every now and then the laughter would become more desperate as a maiden intensified her tickling caress or a new part of the girls ordeal became apparent. Tania could see a girl in the distance whose feet were tied to a horizontal pole and two tame leopards were lazily licking her feet causing her to writhe and scream softly. She was obviously close to exhaustion but the leopards didn't care as they lazily licked the salt from their squirming and desperate captives toes. The feather maiden meanwhile remained with her feather stroking the girls dripping vagina. As the maddening feather stroked up and down her slit it glistened as the sun caught on the shiny liquid which coated the feather but still kept up its impossible tickle torment.

In the center of the courtyard spread-eagled and tied to stakes in the ground lay a naked sweating girl. Her feather maiden dipped her feather in a pot of watery honey then dragged it across her captives tummy painting a trail of sticky sweetness' across her midriff then watching her captive squirm and writhe as a host of small tickling ants crawled across the trail . By the late evening the girl was covered in honey and ants and the insects of the night were descending in swarms on their sweet and sticky prey.

Across the courtyard several pairs of female feet poked out from a box in which five hot and sweating girls were secured, their soles outside the box pointing up to the midday sun gently roasting in the African heat. Their only respite being the feather maidens oiling their ticklish soles with white cream and grease teasing their soles with tickling fingers. They were laughing and panting begging for the tickling to stop, for them to be brought into the shade. The girls could drink as much water as they wished from a hose that continually dripped into the box . But the feather maidens just carried on tickling their feet, oblivious to the pleading and giggling as they tickled and told each other stories.

Two more girls were secured to the ground and while the feather maidens tickled their pussies a group of trained chimpanzees tickled their outstretched armpits. The girls were frantic as the chimps seemed to enjoy their work and appeared aware of the sensations they were causing. The girls had tears running down their faces with laughter as the chimps relentlessly tickled the girls .They dug their furry cunning fingers into the soft flesh or scraped their nails teasingly over the naked armpits until the girls were hysterical with laughter.

She now saw Eva, her friend, tied to a bamboo frame, squirming and laughing as six or seven handmaidens licked her body into a tickle frenzy, whilst one sucked on her clitoris.

Clearly she had been treated to the same tickle torments as her friend, her body glistened with sweat and there was a damp patch on the ground below her where she had peed herself laughing.

Kibi moved round and Fibi slipped a pair of small Ivory balls into Tania's wet vagina which rubbed and knocked together every time she move or squirmed sending deep soft pleasurable tickling sensations from within her sensitive ****. Then Fibi recommenced her feathering whilst Kibi began sucking her earlobes and poking her soft wet tongue into Tania's ears. It tickled her so much she began laughing aloud and pulling away , but Kibi simply waited a few seconds then did it again .

It was early evening and the girls had been tickle tortured for several hours, and whilst they had screamed at their captors to stop, and they had torn at their bonds in a desperate attempt to get away from their tormentors fingers and feathers, nevertheless their womanly bodies tingled with sexual excitement, wanted or not, and they were all dripping with lubrication as a result of the enforced sexual torture. It was for exactly this reason that they had been made to endure such torment as Princess Mandita now made clear..

" now that you are all prepared I am delighted to announce that you will become the Kings pleasure slaves for this evening. Your preparation has been carefully engineered to bring you to a state of high excitement in order to please his most gracious majesty King Amalfi of Trazi. Your personal guards will now bring you to his Majesty's pleasure chambers where you will entertain the King by being what we call Tickle Fucked.."

".. for the new girls here I will briefly explain the procedure so that there is no unnecessary whimpering when we are before the King, first, you will be held in special positions and you will continue to be tickled to entertain his Majesty with your special pleadings, then each of you will be selected to perform for his Majesty. This means you will be hung by your wrists over the Kings most wonderful manhood, and your legs will be held outstretched by the Kings own tickle maidens. It is to be hoped that by then your pussies will be so wet and ready that when you are lowered you will not split on my masters enormous tool..." Mandita stopped and smiled a cruel smile as she watched the faces of the captured women picturing their fate. " ..once you are 'spitted' then the tickle maidens will commence a gradual but increasingly intense tickle torture across your whole body making you writhe and wriggle most delightfully on the Kings mighty organ, no mercy will be shown and you will only be released once the King had exploded his hot seed inside so it is in your interests to give the King much pleasure that only a woman can give.

The King will then witness certain entertainment's and when he is ready again he will call for the next girl and so on until he is satisfied for the night.

Only then will you be taken back to your cells where you will rest until called upon to perform again. Many girls come to like it, only a few have gone completely insane and had to be thrown to the lions."

The women shuddered with horror at their fate as they were lead away by their guards to the Kings Tickle Torture chamber to be Tickle Fucked for entertainment.

The room was laid out in a circle with the women's feet mainly being locked in stocks that were set in a circle around a huge bed. The guards knelt by the captives feet and began gently tickling their captives feet until the room was filled with the sound of giggling and laughter.

At one end of the room two enormous gold curtains swung open and a bower made of dark mahogany and embossed with gold leaf and rich silks was carried into the room by twelve enormous male slaves, naked and oiled. Each was adorned only with a long pointed goose feather , dyed red, and hung from his penis by a thin silk thread.

Lying sprawled across the top of the bower in the fashion of a Roman Emperor was a huge man, beyond fat, his black naked skin gleaming in the soft lights of the room, his head, shaved and gleaming was almost twice the size of the big men who carried him, his torso and legs were more like a small elephant than a human and , lying between his legs and being carefully oiled and licked by maidens was the largest set of genitalia that any of the captive women had ever seen . A group of small naked women attended him one feeding him grapes, the others engaged in licking, sucking and tickling the enormous organ which stood proudly forward of the torso, its big veins and arteries visibly pumping blood to maintain its hard state and a purple head that was being waxed and polished by giggling chattering tickle maids. Each tickle maid had a similar red goose feather dangling between their legs secured to two ivory balls which were cunningly inserted into their vaginas which, as they moved and squeezed rolled deliciously inside creating waves of pleasure. King Amalfi of Trazi, also smiling as the licking and tickling of his enormous dick and balls continued, held on of the women by her wrists with one big hand locking her backwards over his huge frame and making her cackle with insane laughter as he ferociously tickled her belly with his other hand.

The Kings bower was carefully lowered onto the massive bed and music began from a small group of court musicians who always accompanied an evenings ticklish hysteria with a matching cacophony of sound to match the hysterical laughing and screaming of the tickled girls which was to come.

The twelve men spread around the room each taking one of the captives. They were all big men all completely shaved of body hair in the same way as the king and with large polished dicks, if not quite the size of the Kings own. Most had unhooked their feathers and were amusing themselves beside their allotted captive by stroking them with their feathers. Tania , who was giggling and gasping from the attentions of Fibi and Kibi who were gently stroking the soles of her feet managed to look up into the cruel eyes of one of the men. He took her bound wrists in one hand and lifted them above her head and then proceeded to enjoy tickling Tania's armpits until she was wriggling and squirming beyond control unable to speak as the fingers tickled her pits.

The room filled with sounds of hysterical laughing and screaming and then subsided briefly as Princess Mandita entered with her own escort of Tickle Maids to select the first girl to be Tickle Fucked.

" Your most Excellent Majesty.." she began " these women have been specially selected and trained to fulfil their duty to you as loyal and willing subjects to satisfy your most Gracious Majesty's pleasures.. I am pleased to say that we have two new fresh Italian captives for you .. bought from our good friend and supplier Countess Nicola Kolstoiova and specially shipped and prepared to await your command.." She paused and looked at the King who smiled a cruel smile and raised one of his big hands in a gesture for Mandita to continue..

Mandita turned to Tania " I think we will begin with you girl.." she said pointing at Tania and signaling to the guards to have her brought over.

Kibi and Fibi unlocked the stocks securing Tania's feet and she was picked up and carried gently in the arms of the big bearer to a spot at the edge of the great bed. Tania could smell the strange and exotic perfumes and scents that came from the King and was totally entranced by the spectacle of his enormous penis. Mandita held a cup of spiced wine to Tania's lips and she drank without question then her bound wrists were secured to a silk rope which came down from the ceiling and her arms were pulled up to leave her standing on tip toes, naked and white and vulnerable to the tickling fingers which would ravage her body over the next hour.

The King leant forward and admired Tania. She was indeed a beautiful looking girl with soft light brown hair that cascaded over her shoulders. Soft dark brown eyes were offset with a full mouth and lips which had been slightly made up to give her a moist pout. Her breasts were soft and full but firm and her pale nipples were semi erect from the stroking and tickling which had aroused her all day. Her armpits were creamy smooth and their little hollows showed only the slightest pinkish glow where cunning feminine fingers had stroked and tickled earlier in the day, her wrists tapered to small nice hands that would be capable of arousing any male organ lucky enough to have these cool female fingers wrap around it. Her waist was nicely tapered and she wasn't too thin having full womanly curves in her sides, her waist and strong hips. Her totally hairless mons veneris was nice and plump and their was just the tip of her little folds of skin showing as a small slit below her padded mons tempting the eye to the pleasures under and between her legs in that little V shape at the center of a woman's body. Her thighs were slightly moist from her secretions and her knees were dimpled leading to a tapered set of ankles and small beautifully manicured white marble feet with soft toes and excruciatingly ticklish soles.

Slowly but surely she was hoisted off the ground by the rope and lifted over the body of the King who now rolled over onto his back propped by large silk cushions. He released the maid he had been tickling and she and the other maidens reached for Tania and began positioning her. Her ankles were grasped by cool fingers and gently pulled apart. Loops of silk rope hung down from the ceiling on either side and her ankles were placed in these which were then raised spreading and separating her legs, her pussy was a long creamy slit with full outer lips and smaller inner lips, her clit was only just encased in a little folded hood, but was again swelling with anticipation as her sex was put on full display by the forced opening and tying of her legs. She now dangled over the King in the fashion of an upturned Y as she was slowly lowered towards the King and the enormous prong on which she would be impaled. Two of the tickle maidens positioned themselves at either side and began kissing her feet, soft delicate little kisses on the tops and sides of her feet.

Tania closed her eyes and moaned with pleasure as the kisses continued around her feet then up her ankles and down to her toes.


Meanwhile two more girls had moved in-between her legs and began gently kissing her inner thighs moving down to her knees, kissing the backs of her knees, she squirmed as the little kisses began to tickle her in her most sensitive spots. Another girl began kissing her bottom , just touching the flesh, feeling the little downy hairs making her bum tingle and jingle as the tickling kisses intensified, two more girls began kissing her sides, drifting their slightly opened mouths over her taut skin up to her delicious armpits and down her flanks to her hips.

A trapeze bar appeared in front of her and one of the girls jumped onto it , looping her knees over the bar and then hanging upside down as she was positioned in front of Tania's face. The girl pulled Tania's head slightly forward with her outstretched hands and planted a warm delicate kiss on her lips , her flowery spicy scent heavy in the air. She began to kiss her full on the lips letting her tongue just tickle round Tania's lips, another trapeze girl was lowered behind her to plant delicious kisses all over her back. Tania laughed and writhed as the tickling sensations mixed with orgasmic pleasure and her pussy juices began to drip down onto the Kings twitching organ. Finally a girl dragged a long blue ostrich feather across her pussy and puckered asshole, flicking her sensitive flesh and making her jump and giggle.

The girls at her feet began to suck and lick her toes causing her to shudder and wriggle slightly, and the silk rope began to lower onto the giant penis below. As the tip approached her now open slit, the King reached up and guided her onto the point and then the rope was lowered further. Tania gasped as the hot tip slipped between her oiled pussy lips and began to push its way into her. She gasped and wriggled as the huge head of the Kings prick was slowly swallowed and her flesh was stretched tight pulling back the hood onto her clitoris. She could feel the warmth of the organ inside her now and the veins pulsing inside the velvet smooth vaginal passage, she would surely split in two as her vagina opened and stretched further to accommodate its new guest. The kissing girls began to intensify their torments by licking and sucking as the King raised his hands and quickly ran his fingers down her sides. Tania bolted as the tickling sensations broke, she shouted and the King laughed as he began to tickle her sides furiously causing her to try and arch away, wriggling and squirming as she shrieked and laughed out loud. The rope was lowered further and she forgot the pain that was being caused by the mighty organ stretching her pussy as many small cunning female finger began to tickle her body from all directions. She thrashed around in her bonds trying to escape the exquisite tickle torture but she was firmly impaled on the Kings penis and her wrists and ankles were held taut by the silk ropes. Her laughter became hysterical now and the court musicians began to build their music up to a frenzy. The King had not had a fuck like this in ages and could barely contain his pleasure as he and the tickle maidens kept up their sadistic tickle torture on the thrashing, twisting, laughing, hysterical naked woman that danced on the end of his knob. The other girls, secured in their stocks around the room had watched the scene transfixed by the sensuousness of it all but were brought laughingly back to reality as their own tickle maids began to tickle their secured feet, and the men ran their fingers over their bodies until the room was filled with sweet noise of tickled women laughing hysterically, mingled with begging for the tickling to stop and gasping for air amidst giggling tickle maidens and laughing men with huge erections that stood upright almost to their chests such was their hardness. Princess Mandita signaled that the men could proceed to have their way and the captive women were almost immediately taken from behind by huge hard shafts, whilst being insanely tickled by their captors.

But Tania was oblivious to all around her now. She had never known such powerful sensations as she shrieked and writhed under the Kings tickling fingers and the tickle torture of the maids. The two girls at her feet were now running their fingers over her soles and licking between her toes. An orgasm of immense force began to build in her and her pussy began to spasm and suck at the giant knob which had penetrated deep and hard against her battered cervix, the King groaned and closed his eyes as Tania's **** seemed to take on a life of its own and pull his giant prick inside then grip it so tightly that he bellowed out loud like a giant elephant as both their orgasms were suddenly released with such power that Tania gave an almost death like scream before passing out with pleasure as her body shook with a tickle orgasm of atomic proportions.

The music slowed to a gentle rhythmic beat as men and women orgasmed around the room. The tickle maids reverting to a gentler stroking and tickling of the feet keeping the girls writhing and giggling, but not screaming laughter.

The Kings own maidens were wiping his brow and greasing his aching balls as Tania slowly came round from her swoon, still gently swaying and squeezing the big dick as it slowly deflated inside her whilst giving little shudders of pleasure of aftershock.

Tania was hauled up by her ropes and the giant cock plopped out of her gaping ****, and then lowered onto the bed and the Kings tickle maids rewarded her by recommencing the sensual kissing all over her body whilst cool oil and lotion was lovingly rubbed into her pussy. The King was taken back to his private chambers by the bearers still carrying their genital feathers, and the eleven women were released from their stocks. All were exhausted and Mandita left instructions for them to be watered and left to sleep and to recover before their tickle torture could recommence. Tania was carried back to her cell with Eva, accompanied by Fibi and Kibi, to be patched up in case the King called for her again.

Moussad slipped away quietly into the dark African night. He had a journey back to Iraq, and the promise of two American girls. The Prince would be finished with them now and they could be bought or traded for a few thousand dollars. He would arrange for them to be rested for a few weeks at his special hidden camp, maybe fucked, no, he wouldn't fuck his stock, then brought down here to Trazi. The King liked American women, particularly ticklish ones and he would get a good price.

Meanwhile, a large Chinese freighter was nearing the end of the Suez canal and making ready for crossing the Indian ocean. A redheaded white girl slept, her body increasingly covered with little red marks stirred uneasily in her sleep perhaps at her torments still to come.

But that's another story......

 

[TicklishBeauty]

ok this story is absolutely insane! but i liked it!!! wow!

 

[greenfeather77]

Thanks

ok this story is absolutely insane! but i liked it!!! wow!

Thanks, it's a little piece of insanity in a very sane world..!
Kind regards
Gf

 

[love feet]

wow!.