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The Chinese Tickle Torture Brothel
By Greenfeather
An Adult Fantasy, not to be confused with reality
(This story reflects the author’s fantasy and not a real life situation. Real life involves mutual consent, safety and commonsense. The characters portrayed and the scenario is entirely fictional and written for the fantasy pleasure of adults only)
Julia writhed and jerked, she screamed in laughter, and she begged them to stop but the two Chinese torturers just smiled and carried on licking her ears, poking their tongues inside her shell like ears, or touching the backs with short pointed feathers.
Julia was unable to move her head as the broad leather strap with the soft fur underside was holding her head firmly in position against the torture board on which she was secured. Her neck was held in a neck stock and her arms and legs were fastened down to the board with further leather straps. She was completely naked and her bare feet protruded from the end of the board. She was covered in small red ink marks where the two torturers had steadily explored her ticklish body , marking, with dark red permanent ink, the precise spots where she could not bear to be tickled. Her feet were covered with little marks as were her legs and knees, her shaved pussy and anus, her belly and sides , her ribs and breasts, and her armpits and arms, even her hands had a few marks where she was more sensitive.
The torturers had reached her head and face and Julia was laughing and blowing and shrieking as they continued their ticklish search for the final tickle spots before she would be handed over to the Chinese Tickle Torture Brothel where she would spend her life in ticklish captivity, amusing the rich and cruel who delighted in watching a white girl being virtually tickled to death whilst providing exquisite sexual services from almost every part of her body.
Julia had been captured by an Albanian capture patrol while on holiday in Greece, run by a cruel and merciless woman called Nicola Kolstyova, also known as Nicola the Tickler. She and her friends , and many other girls, had been auctioned to buyers from around the world who had need for ticklish girls for their dungeons, harems, brothels and slave houses.
Julia had been a prize specimen , being the most ticklish girl of all and the Chinese had paid a high price for her. She had been transferred by helicopter to a Chinese registered freighter lying off the Mediterranean coast, which had now spent several weeks at sea, slowly chugging her way towards China along with her regular cargo and a another couple of less expensive Italian girls which the torturers had also picked up.
One of the men ran his tickling fingers over her belly and across her soaking bare pussy making her jump and squeal as new and worse tickling sensations hit her nervous system. She had been aboard the ship for 26 days now and each day had been a day of almost continuous tickle torture as the smiling eunuchs took pleasure in tormenting their helpless captive by tickling her stupid for hours at a time. She had also orgasmed more times in 26 days than in her 23 years because the eunuchs had taken care to continually keep her aroused by brushing feathers or fingers or something over her clitoris whilst she was being tickled. the result was that every few minutes she would be overwhelmed by a stunning orgasm as a feather or finger brushed her clit as she was being mercilessly tickled somewhere else. Sometimes the men would place small Chinese’ love eggs’ inside her tight, but wet, vagina. Usually these were two small ceramic ‘eggs’ which, as she moved and squirmed or jerked and thrashed, would rub together or click together causing the most exquisite tickly sensations to her most sensitive place. Sometimes it would be one ball with another smaller ball inside which would continuously roll around inside her vagina , or her anus, or both, again producing the most beautiful sensual sensations and increasing the strength of her orgasm to boiling point.
During the voyage she had been fed on cream and honey with the occasional brown bread, and lots and lots of water. This meant that she remained fit and healthy whilst maintaining her weight, as the Chinese clients liked well rounded women to tickle.
Her skin shone clean and healthy and the eunuchs took great pride, As well as pleasure , from washing her every night. She would be taken to a separate wash room where she was given some privacy to perform her toilet necessities, then she would be laid out on a warm marble table which had taps and a shower unit. The men would sometimes let the other women in to join in the washing and buckets of warm soapy water and sea sponges were provided. Julia would lie back while the men soaped her down with the soapy sponges, she would giggle and laugh as the men held her while she had her feet washed, then she was rinsed off with warm clean water. Meanwhile her hair would be washed and dried, and stray body hair removed, and she would be given a manicure and pedicure before being allowed to sleep for 8 hours.
Because she was not allowed to touch the floor , and thereby harden her feet, her exercise consisted of being strapped into a large triangular wooden frame using rubber strips. Her wrists and ankles would be bound with leather cuffs lined with soft fur which protruded from the sides to ensure that there were as few marks as possible on her skin. She would be hung from her wrists by the rubber strips secured at the top of the frame and then her legs would be pulled apart and secured again by rubber strips to the two bottom corners.
Once in position, suspended like a fly in a giant web, all that remained was to encourage her to wriggle and jerk around in her elasticized bonds to generate sufficient anaerobic and isometric tension which would keep her fit through exercise. This was done by fingers and feathers!
Every morning, for two or three hours Julia would have to undergo her tickling exercise regime. Strapped into the frame she would be sent laughing and screaming, pulling and pushing, squirming and dancing, as fingers tickled down her sides or pits, a feather might swish between her legs, or down her inner thighs, momentarily causing her to try to pull them together. The rubber would give a little then pull back allowing another swirl of the feathery tip to touch her bare pussy. The backs of her knees would be stroked lightly and she would almost run trying to fold her legs to get away from the ticklish stroking. a hand might circle her belly button waiting to strike as she screamed her pleas not to be belly tickled as she held her stomach muscles as tightly as possible. But inevitably the fingers would suddenly lash out across her soft tummy causing her to scream with laughter as the hated tummy tickling took control of her brain and all her bodily functions vanished. A bucket lay beneath her to catch any spills.
She would be fed and watered later then strapped to the torture board for further exploration and marking.
And now the ship slowed as she slipped quietly up stream of a wide deep flowing river, the foothills of the Chinese Mountains of the ancient kingdom loomed up in the distance. One evening the ship finally stopped and soon she was wrapped in her black sack and taken onto the deck where she could hear the engines of a landing helicopter. She found herself tucked into the cargo hold of the machine , her feet this time protected by warm furry slipper boots. She was in the air for maybe two hours and now in the late evening the helicopter landed in a large courtyard of a group of buildings which looked like a small Chinese palace. She was carried out of the helicopter and one of the eunuchs took off her sack. There were fountains and small lights in the courtyard and Julia could hear them tinkling in the background. Then she heard another matching sound, of a woman giggling, and she noticed a blonde haired woman of around her own age locked in a set of stocks just by a large gate leading out of the courtyard. Two kittens were licking something from between her toes making her squirm and giggle, and adding to the soft sound of the water in the pools and fountains.
She was carried through to another covered courtyard which had seven rooms leading off from it evenly spaced around the perimeter. Each door had a set of simple wooden stocks and a bench next to it and in each sat a naked girl, held by her feet and hands in the crossbar, most had their heads down, and Julia noticed they all had little coloured tattoos on their feet and parts of their bodies.
In the centre was a low wooden torture table complete with fur lined straps, and Julia was stripped and laid on this and fastened down , spread-eagled.
From an adjacent building two enormous Chinese men emerged, each wearing only a simple loin cloth, and each holding a thick leather and chain leash to which was fastened two equally enormous male lions which padded sullenly into the courtyard. Behind the two body guards came a smiling man, elegantly dressed in old Imperial Mandarin fashion who was quietly laughing and talking to a group of what appeared to be assorted dignitaries and businessmen and businesswomen. Accompanying this group were a dozen or more silent Chinese girls, naked and shaved of any body hair except their heads, but powdered white and with subtle make up on their faces. Each carried a long white feather.
The two eunuchs who had brought Julia to this place were also there and they now took up positions at the foot and end of the table.
Words were spoken by the Mandarin and the crowd cheered and clapped.
The powdered girls were ordered around the table and this was clearly to be an early demonstration of Julia’s potential to the ancient Tickle torture brothel to which she had now been delivered. She did not let them down.
As the girls approached her with their feathers she began to giggle involuntarily pleading with them not to tickle her but this only encouraged them and so as the first feathers began to stroke down her underarms and thighs, Julia exploded into a hysterical performance thrashing and screaming as the tickles overwhelmed her again.
The tickling and the laughing continued, as the Mandarin walked softly to the eunuchs and congratulated them on their purchase.
The powdered girls were ordered to stop and the Mandarin spoke again, this time advising his guests, his best and most loyal clients that the torture of this girl would commence with a tickets only show for her soles to be tattooed the following evening. Meanwhile all the girls in the stocks were now available for their pleasure on the usual terms and the powdered girls would be happy to make the arrangements and to organise their pleasure as they saw fit.
The mandarin turned to one of the body guards and nodded as he left the courtyard and the clients began disappearing into the doorways with the powdered girls wheeling the respective stocked girl in after them, before closing the door. Two girls were left in the stocks together with Julia as the two bodyguards took a small bucket of brine from a corner and , with a large bristle brush painted the feet of the remaining girls with the salty smelly solution.
Then they let the lions roam at will, the big cats picking up the scent of the salty feet. One sniffed at Julia’s foot and the wiry bristly whiskers caught briefly on her sole. She jerked and writhed at the horrible tickling sensation then let out an almighty scream that was suddenly silenced as her breath went from her as the lions bristly tongue licked lazily across her foot. She had never been tickled like this before and she could do nothing to escape. It was sheer torture, inextricable torture as the lions tongue and whiskers tickled her feet. The bodyguards smiled but the eunuchs reminded them that she must not die tonight.
The lion was eventually pulled off to leave a near unconscious Julia lying in a pool of sweat and urine, whilst another girl began screaming for her life as the lions tried to get some of the dried on brine from between her toes.
Through the doorways around the courtyard now came the sounds of tickled girls being tortured by fingers and feathers, unable to escape and moaning in sensual lust as they were suitably impaled on some hard dick while the powdered girls caressed or stroked their feet or flanks sucked on toes or licked up and down soles while the men stood impaling the stricken girl on their dicks as she frantically thrashed around in torment and exquisite pleasure.
The two eunuchs pulled Julia’s exhausted and limp body from the central torture table and took her to her cell where she was washed then secured to her bed for the night. She had to sleep but in her dreams, or maybe as she drifted uneasily into and out of sleep, all she could hear was the rising and falling of women’s laughter sometimes soft and giggly then rising quickly to a pleading scream then a hysterical laugh followed by a few moments of silence until the cycle began again.
She had forgotten much of her identity, she did not think of her friends anymore those that had been captured with her and were now either enduring a tickling at the hands of some Iraqi women or a mad African King. That was another world in another time. She existed now as a tickle slave, she could not escape and all she could do was survive the tickling that was to come.
The brothel was not such a bad place. Their were many girls there and there was a routine of washing and bathing, and playing, and preparing and even though she would have to be dragged to the torture chambers each time she did not have to make any decisions, they were all made for her.
The following evening she would be displayed in the courtyard in front of a group of paying customers while the brothel tatooist, a man named Chang, began the permanent marking of her body and provide the audience with some delicious moments of unbearable ticklishness as the girls skin was tickle punctured by the small tattoo gun.
It was late evening and the two eunuchs and several of the powdered girls brought her up into the covered courtyard. The air was warm and the smell of Jasmine filled the night air. In the outer courtyard the fountains tinkled their sweet watery music while another girl wriggled and giggled in the stocks as the kittens were given their evening treat.
The other tickle slaves were also in their wheeled stocks in their usual position around the courtyard and their were a selection of chairs in front of a small stage which comprised a thick upright post with various padded leather arms and straps on it , and two smaller upright posts in front and to each side of the main post with padded stocks and ties on the top.
Julia was hung first by her wrists from the top of the main post and then her legs were pulled apart and each foot was placed in the tight, firm leather stock on the top of the outer posts. She was spread wide , the effect being to expose her soles, her vagina and anus, and her sides and pits.
Her upper arms and head were then strapped firmly back to the centre post and a broad leather strap, fur lined was pulled tight across her ribs. Certain adjustments were made as her thighs were secured to two strong wooden arms that were positioned between the centre post and the two outer ‘feet’ posts, by further straps. Finally her toes were looped and tied firmly back to steel hooks behind the leather foot stocks, stretching her soles out and leaving her virtually immobile.
Two small candles were placed on a tray that was swung round in front of each foot, close enough to heat and dry the sole but not to burn it. a small silver bucket half filled with water was placed immediately below her pussy.
The guests arrived slowly and the seats began to fill until over 60 men and 40 women were seated around the front of the stage. Large spotlights which had been hidden from view came on to fully illuminate the scene and several digital cameras began recording from different angles.
The Mandarin swept up onto the stage making grand gestures and giving warm and lengthy greetings to his guests. The two Bodyguards emerged with their lions on either side of the stage where they stared out above the heads of the audience.
A small hooded man stepped on to the stage followed by six naked powdered girls carrying a tray of tatooist tools. A further six girls came forward and mingled with the audience allowing themselves to be touched and stroked by the guests and feeding them small sweets from silver trays or glasses of wine from silver cups.
And so Chang sat on his stool at the side of Julia’s right foot and ran a sharp quill point down her sole. Julia screamed and then froze as she realized the extent of her immobility. There would be no ability to move even the slightest fraction to try to alleviate the torture. As if Chang knew what was going through her mind he ran his fingers across her sole again wriggling and digging in his nails and Julia began to scream with hysterical laughter and to beg for him to stop. Whether the audience could speak English or not is debatable but they didn’t need to as the sound of an hysterically tickled girl begging not to be tickled is a sound that needs no translation. The audience laughed and clapped. Some of the powdered girls were tickled but could run away where they might be tickled again by another guest.
Chang nodded to one of the girls who brought over his tattoo needle gun which he switched on . There was a faint hum as the needle went up and down a thousand times a second. He checked his ink cartridge on a piece of leather, then he quickly swabbed the sole with a dab of alcohol around the spot of the red ink mark and slowly lowered the needle to begin the first tattoo.
Julia saw the tool and her eyes widened in horror as she realised what was happening, she tried to squirm but she couldn’t move, then the needle touched her foot and the intensity of the tickling sensations shot through her body and she screamed with laughter. Chang moved the little device across a tiny piece of her sole tracing the design of a tiny chrysanthemum flower in red ink. Julia was laughing so hard that she was gasping for air and Chang stopped briefly as Julia slumped slightly in her tight bonds, but the tickling itching sensation in her foot was still there. and now he began again. He coloured the petals in a pink ink while Julia screamed and laughed and gasped. The audience, soaking up the hysterical screaming of the tickled girl were ordering a whore from the stocks who was brought over and fucked while some of the women in the audience had their legs apart while a powdered girl was on her knees stroking and licking the women’s engorged pussy lips, flicking their tongues cunningly over the swollen clit giving little flicks of intense pleasure coupled with a soft sucking of the outer lips.
Julia was begging and screaming for Chang to stop but he just continued at his own pace, identifying the little ink spots that the eunuchs had made during the long sea voyage. He move round to Julia’s bare stretched armpit and traced a small leaf mark with his needles. Julia wept with ticklish hysteria. One of the powdered girls slipped a small mask over Julia’s nose and mouth giving her a shot of oxygen mixed with nitrous oxide to maintain her oxygen levels whilst keeping her smiling. It was a cruel gesture designed to stop Julia from passing out while her soles and armpits were mercilessly tortured by the devilish tickling tattoo gun.
The whole audience were in a state of high orgy by this point with men and women , tickle slaves and powdered girls spread across the courtyard fucking and sucking, licking and tickling , and all to the sounds of the hysterical laughter of the girl secured tightly to the torture posts being tickled beyond endurance by a man with a set of vibrating needles.
The mandarin sensed that the time was right to change the pace and he clapped his hands softly. Chang looked up and quickly finished the outline of a tiny feather shape that he was engraving into the skin above one of Julia’s ribs. Then he stood and tidied his tools while the powdered maidens swabbed and dabbed the itching and sore skin of several tiny tattoo marks.
One of the girls knelt between her outstretched legs and began alternately brushing around Julia’s bare pussy lips with a long white feather, then slipping her tongue into the hot wet boiling interior of her vagina, scooping out spoonfuls of pussy juice with her curled tongue, then tickling her inner thighs and outer lips making Julia groan with pleasure. Her body continued to shake but she no longer needed the gas mixture and she quivered and giggled or whimpered as the powdered girls began sucking on different parts of her body as she approached a shattering orgasm. Two girls were licking and nibbling at her nipples two were gently licking her wounded soles and two more were stroking her sore armpits with their tongues, until Julia tensed then let out a wailing scream as her body hit an all time high orgasm and she lost consciousness.
She slowly came round to find herself still secured in the torture stocks but Chang had gone and the powdered girls were washing her down with soft cloths and applying ointment to her sore tattoos. The audience were eating and drinking and were all dressed in complimentary house robes awaiting their pleasures for the rest of the evening. The mandarin spoke and it became clear that he was holding an auction. Several of the audience were bidding until it all went quiet as the mandarin asked if there were any higher bids. Then he clapped his hands and gave a broad smile and a tall Chinese woman stepped forward accompanied by a smaller man both smiling inscrutably. The mandarin shook their hands and invited them up on the stage to admire their prize. They had bid and won the auction to be the first to have Julia to themselves for a night of tickle torture, torment and heavy sex, to be taken as soon as Julia was recovered from her first round of tattooing. Already the mandarin had made up 30% of his purchase price and was sure to make a healthy profit on the girl provided she wasn’t tickled to death before he had made his profit. And there were plenty of girls he could sell to be tickled to death before he need let Julia have the same fate. The lions aroused by the heady aromas and scents of the evening roared and had to be quickly whipped by the tall bodyguards to settle down. The tall Chinese woman walked slowly towards Julia looking into her eyes and Julia noticed how evil this woman looked, her eyes cold and expressionless, her mouth thin an with a cruel half smile. She looked into her eyes and the woman wafted a finger so softly over Julia’s sole that it took a second for her brain to register and for her to give a little shriek. The cold Chinese woman looked impassive but ran a soft feathery finger up Julia’s inner leg and tickled her upper inner thigh. Then she ran her finger over Julia’s soaking bare pussy and dipped a finger inside the soft warm flesh between her tender lips . She held it their for a second or two then pulled it out and tasted her juice like a wine connoisseur. Julia wriggled and squirmed in her bonds as the woman tickled her firm breasts and she spoke to the man at her side who was her husband. He let his robe fall open and Julia saw that even though he was small in height he had an enormous cock dangling between his legs. The woman bent ever so slightly and gently took hold of the thick penis which began to rise. She dipped her finger again into Julia’s hole and then wiped the oil on the head of the mans dick making it shine like a polished cricket ball. She looked at Julia and with a thin cruel smile began waggling her fingers in a mock tickling gesture while nodding at Julia, and then holding out the mans engorged huge penis. She spoke some words to Julia and although Julia did not know what was said it was all too clear what the message was.
The woman ran her fingers quickly down Julia’s sides making her laugh and squirm. Then the woman backed away , bowed to the mandarin who responded equally, and they were led away by two powdered girls and another tickle whore was wheeled into their suite for their pleasure.
Julia was unbound and the eunuchs carried her to her cell where she was allowed to rest for a few days, her body being attended by several girls while her tattoos dried out and healed. During this time she was also pierced with a small gold ring through her clitoris, the hood over her clit was pulled back and a second tiny strap of soft gold ring was nipped tight around the exposed tiny shaft. Julia screamed for an hour before the pain subsided. Then oil was run over her genitals and she began to repeatedly orgasm from the slightest stimulation. The powdered girls took great and cruel pleasure from sitting between her tied legs and gently blowing on her clit as Julia began to feel the special tingling sensations in her delicate bud as she built up for another orgasm as the girls continues to blow on her amazingly sensitive clit while other girls licked and nibbled at her feet or wiggled a soft wet tongue around her little puckered anus.
During the day she was kept in a set of foot stocks and made to watch as other girls were tickle tortured beyond endurance by the brothel clientele. There was no shortage of business and a steady stream of visitors arrived each day from noon to midnight. Each guest was greeted by either a court eunuch or , in the case of the more powerful clients, the senior mandarin himself. Julia took her turn each day in the stocks at the gate. She would be locked in the stocks and the powdered girls would dust her bare feet with icing sugar. The stocks were set in a small garden to the right of the gate. Julia was naked and her arms were tied up to a pole embedded firmly in the ground exposing her soft white underarms and showing off her beautiful milk white breasts to perfection. She sat on a small wooden bench which had a small silk towel covering and a ‘pee hole’, as the girls could rarely control their bladders whilst being tickled. Small Pekinese dogs would be tethered to the frame and allowed to lick off the sugar with their bristly tongues. Julia found the torment unbearable from the first moment and welcomed each of the guests with hysterical laughter and begging for the dogs to pulled off, but the guests usually obliged by sprinkling some more icing sugar onto her feet and walking away laughing, ready to proceed to their own private pleasures inside one of the seven tickle torture chambers, as Julia wriggled and jiggled and screamed as the dogs merrily carried on licking out the tasty sugar from her soles and between her toes, which became more and more sticky as the day progressed. The wet silk rubbed her clit and she shuddered as she orgasmed again for the fifth time that afternoon. As she arched her back and pushed her pussy into the air to try to avoid the torturous tickling on her feet one of the guests sprinkled the icing sugar over her pussy . One of the dogs moved round and sat between her legs and its whiskers and furry ears tickled and stroked Julia’s inner thigh so much that she began to pee again making the dog yelp as it dodged out of the way then it came back when she had finished and began licking the icing sugar from around her little slit whilst delivering the most indescribable tickling sensations to her thighs and crotch.
One evening after a day of tickle torment she was taken by the girls to be washed and scented. Her auction bidders had arrived and were waiting to claim their prize now that her tattoos had all healed and she was ready to serve properly in the brothel. She would now be tickled beyond endurance while providing exquisite sexual services to the clients. Any girl not fully complying with the clients would be sent for special tickling with the lions. Few survived more than a day, and if they did they never disobeyed again.
She was taken to one of the rooms off the central courtyard. The room was dry and relatively bare with just a covering of fresh straw on the solid stone floor. Light came in from a shaft in the pitched roof high above , lighting the centre of the room but leaving the outer edges in a softer, gloomier light. In the centre was a familiar tickling post set solidly into the stone floor, similar to the one that she had been secured in for her tattooing torture. She was hung from the top of the central post, her wrists locked in tight but comfortable fur lined cuffs, her back was not fastened back to the post but her feet were secured in widely separated single foot stocks located on the top of two other posts which left her legs spread out very wide and slightly forward, and her pussy exposed and level with normal crotch level so that a man standing up could comfortably penetrate her while the rest of her body was available from pretty much all angles to be teased, tickled or otherwise tormented in whatever way her torturers saw fit. In this way she could wriggle and squirm and jiggle and writhe reasonably freely trying to escape from the torments whilst remaining firmly impaled on an erect organ and delivering exquisite pleasures which only a woman can.
The clients could do what they liked to the tickle whores provided they didn’t permanently mark them, and that they left them alive for future use.
Four powdered girls had been allocated to assist with the evening’s pleasures and Julia, who had been specially made up looked stunningly beautiful as she writhed slowly in her bonds. Her long red hair hung down over her shoulders and back in soft curls, her smooth white skin shone in the twilight glow and the light of small oil lamps which hung around the room. The soles of her feet were soft and white and faintly wrinkled as she flexed and tensed her feet every so often as she tried to ease her muscles from the tension of her position. Her bare hairless pussy lips pouted invitingly between her widely outstretched legs pulled apart slightly by the wide spread and her clit ring glinted from her central fold of skin and inner labia as her clit peeped out from the upper folds. A little ridge of skin ran down below to connect her puckered little bare anus, and the powdered girls were gently teasing her with very soft feathers by gently brushing and tickling this spot between her vagina and anus causing Julia to wriggle and giggle. Two girls were teasing her by alternately kissing her sides and breasts , or blowing softly with warm breath on her clitoris.
Julia could not resist the feelings and her vagina was already hot and wet as the clients entered the room. The tall cruel woman had been bathed and shaved and scented by the powdered girls. She had been pedicured and manicured and Julia noticed how long and cruel her fingernails were, painted bright red in contrast to her whitish skin. She wore a small lace bodice revealing small but firmish breasts and she was draped with a deep blue silk gown. Julia was quietly squirming and writhing from the feathering between her legs and the woman smiled. The man entered, he also having been washed and prepared by the powdered girls. He wore only a long open silk gown of red with gold dragons embroidered on the back and sleeves. He was already firmly erect and his huge penis stood out in front of him as he walked towards Julia who gasped at the sight before squealing and giggling as the feather girls continued their feathery torture of her bare genitals.
Everyone seemed to know what to do and without words , just a few nods, the man stepped in between Julia’s widespread legs, Two girls gently lifted Julia’s bottom upwards and the man positioned his huge erection against Julia’s soft wet lips, the girls lowered her quickly and she gasped as her vagina was instantly filled with the throb of the mans hard dick. He looked at her then closed his eyes and smiled as he stood still. One of the powdered girls knelt underneath and began to tease and lick his balls. The woman meanwhile stood at one side by one of Julia’s stocked feet and motioned one of the other girls to stand at the other side. Then she simply began to mercilessly tickle Julia’s sole with her fingernails. There was nothing subtle or erotic about it, she would tickle Julia so hard that Julia immediately lurched into a terrible hysterical laugh as the tickling sensations hit her . The other girl was doing the same with her other foot and she could not bear it. The woman dug her nails in to Julia’s sole and wriggled them up and down her foot. Julia laughed and screamed for her to stop while the man smiled as the waves of pleasure crashed over his knob as Julia’s warm and slippery vagina tensed and pulled from side to side and up and down as she thrashed about. She was impaled on this hard rubbery staff and she was laughing and screaming as the women simply tickled her feet till she could take no more. Her body arched and she was wrecked by a thundering tickle orgasm as she tried to escape the unbearable torment and teasing.
The woman continued to tickle Julia, constantly stroking her fingernails across her soles and between her toes. Her own small ceramic balls clenched firmly inside her own vagina were giving her little ripples of exquisite pleasure whilst she continued to soak up the hysterical screaming and pleading from the tickled girl. The man had his head back now and was groaning as he suddenly stiffened and exploded in his own orgasm.
The tickling stopped and Julia was left hanging in her bonds, sweat and bodily fluids dripping from her. The man and woman were locked in an embrace and the powdered girls were performing their own brand of stimulation to the woman who was being held up by two girls while the other two had their tongues up both her bottom holes as she shuddered to her own climax.
The clients left the room and the girls returned to take her down from the centre stocks. She was laid carefully on a small bed at the side while a new wooden framed rack was brought into the room. It was a like a bowed table with securing rings at each corner where the victim could be stretched backwards on her back and spread eagled but her highest point would be her tummy and mons veneris, with her feet and head held backwards by the deep curve , rather like being tied to a barrel.
Julia was indeed tied to this ‘barrel’ and then the man and woman came back in to continue with the nights tickle torture. Both were carrying small cats and the furry little creatures were placed on and around Julia who began to wriggle as their fur touched her skin. The man and woman had a small pot each and were holding a paintbrush. They dipped the brush into the pot and began painting small sugary lines across Julia’s taughtly stretched skin making her laugh and giggle and squirm as the brushes tickled and tormented. The cats took an interest and began licking at the honey lines with their furry bristly tongues. “Oh God No ...”shouted Julia as she began to laugh from the torture of the tickling tongues and the man and woman smiled and carried on painting all night long.
Her tummy could twitch no more, as one of the cats licked sweat and honey from her immensely ticklish belly button while another sat on her tummy slowly licking a patch from her bald mound of venus, just occasionally catching the fold of skin at the very top of her pussy lips. The cats didn’t seem to mind her writhing movements as her armpits and breasts were similarly painted.
Meanwhile the powdered girls provided almost continuous stimulation to both the man and woman, either licking and sucking or tickling and teasing, and everynow and then the man would be led over to where the woman had been laid temporarily while the girls held her legs open tickling the insides of her thighs while the other girls positioned the men’s giant cock in her wet pussy and then pushed then together. As they listened to Julia’s laughing and screaming as the cats did their ticklish work the couple would drive themselves into a complete state or orgasmic rapture before collapsing and being revived by the girls before continuing with Julia’s tickle torment.
And so the night passed and in the morning she was bathed and returned to her cell to rest, however she was now just another one of the girls at the tickle brothel and required to perform in whatever capacity that she was told including being powdered and serving with the other girls as ticklers to some new unfortunate woman, captured and brought to the Chinese tickle torture brothel at the end of the world.
The Mandarin was especially pleased as he liked redheaded English girls to tickle, so Julia found herself tied and tickled most nights by the Mandarin himself, tied to the barrel frame, laughing and screaming in her bonds as the long cruel fingers and fingernails softly caressed Julia down her sides, across her soles, and under her arms, while she laughed and laughed and laughed.
Greenfeather
By Greenfeather
An Adult Fantasy, not to be confused with reality
(This story reflects the author’s fantasy and not a real life situation. Real life involves mutual consent, safety and commonsense. The characters portrayed and the scenario is entirely fictional and written for the fantasy pleasure of adults only)
Julia writhed and jerked, she screamed in laughter, and she begged them to stop but the two Chinese torturers just smiled and carried on licking her ears, poking their tongues inside her shell like ears, or touching the backs with short pointed feathers.
Julia was unable to move her head as the broad leather strap with the soft fur underside was holding her head firmly in position against the torture board on which she was secured. Her neck was held in a neck stock and her arms and legs were fastened down to the board with further leather straps. She was completely naked and her bare feet protruded from the end of the board. She was covered in small red ink marks where the two torturers had steadily explored her ticklish body , marking, with dark red permanent ink, the precise spots where she could not bear to be tickled. Her feet were covered with little marks as were her legs and knees, her shaved pussy and anus, her belly and sides , her ribs and breasts, and her armpits and arms, even her hands had a few marks where she was more sensitive.
The torturers had reached her head and face and Julia was laughing and blowing and shrieking as they continued their ticklish search for the final tickle spots before she would be handed over to the Chinese Tickle Torture Brothel where she would spend her life in ticklish captivity, amusing the rich and cruel who delighted in watching a white girl being virtually tickled to death whilst providing exquisite sexual services from almost every part of her body.
Julia had been captured by an Albanian capture patrol while on holiday in Greece, run by a cruel and merciless woman called Nicola Kolstyova, also known as Nicola the Tickler. She and her friends , and many other girls, had been auctioned to buyers from around the world who had need for ticklish girls for their dungeons, harems, brothels and slave houses.
Julia had been a prize specimen , being the most ticklish girl of all and the Chinese had paid a high price for her. She had been transferred by helicopter to a Chinese registered freighter lying off the Mediterranean coast, which had now spent several weeks at sea, slowly chugging her way towards China along with her regular cargo and a another couple of less expensive Italian girls which the torturers had also picked up.
One of the men ran his tickling fingers over her belly and across her soaking bare pussy making her jump and squeal as new and worse tickling sensations hit her nervous system. She had been aboard the ship for 26 days now and each day had been a day of almost continuous tickle torture as the smiling eunuchs took pleasure in tormenting their helpless captive by tickling her stupid for hours at a time. She had also orgasmed more times in 26 days than in her 23 years because the eunuchs had taken care to continually keep her aroused by brushing feathers or fingers or something over her clitoris whilst she was being tickled. the result was that every few minutes she would be overwhelmed by a stunning orgasm as a feather or finger brushed her clit as she was being mercilessly tickled somewhere else. Sometimes the men would place small Chinese’ love eggs’ inside her tight, but wet, vagina. Usually these were two small ceramic ‘eggs’ which, as she moved and squirmed or jerked and thrashed, would rub together or click together causing the most exquisite tickly sensations to her most sensitive place. Sometimes it would be one ball with another smaller ball inside which would continuously roll around inside her vagina , or her anus, or both, again producing the most beautiful sensual sensations and increasing the strength of her orgasm to boiling point.
During the voyage she had been fed on cream and honey with the occasional brown bread, and lots and lots of water. This meant that she remained fit and healthy whilst maintaining her weight, as the Chinese clients liked well rounded women to tickle.
Her skin shone clean and healthy and the eunuchs took great pride, As well as pleasure , from washing her every night. She would be taken to a separate wash room where she was given some privacy to perform her toilet necessities, then she would be laid out on a warm marble table which had taps and a shower unit. The men would sometimes let the other women in to join in the washing and buckets of warm soapy water and sea sponges were provided. Julia would lie back while the men soaped her down with the soapy sponges, she would giggle and laugh as the men held her while she had her feet washed, then she was rinsed off with warm clean water. Meanwhile her hair would be washed and dried, and stray body hair removed, and she would be given a manicure and pedicure before being allowed to sleep for 8 hours.
Because she was not allowed to touch the floor , and thereby harden her feet, her exercise consisted of being strapped into a large triangular wooden frame using rubber strips. Her wrists and ankles would be bound with leather cuffs lined with soft fur which protruded from the sides to ensure that there were as few marks as possible on her skin. She would be hung from her wrists by the rubber strips secured at the top of the frame and then her legs would be pulled apart and secured again by rubber strips to the two bottom corners.
Once in position, suspended like a fly in a giant web, all that remained was to encourage her to wriggle and jerk around in her elasticized bonds to generate sufficient anaerobic and isometric tension which would keep her fit through exercise. This was done by fingers and feathers!
Every morning, for two or three hours Julia would have to undergo her tickling exercise regime. Strapped into the frame she would be sent laughing and screaming, pulling and pushing, squirming and dancing, as fingers tickled down her sides or pits, a feather might swish between her legs, or down her inner thighs, momentarily causing her to try to pull them together. The rubber would give a little then pull back allowing another swirl of the feathery tip to touch her bare pussy. The backs of her knees would be stroked lightly and she would almost run trying to fold her legs to get away from the ticklish stroking. a hand might circle her belly button waiting to strike as she screamed her pleas not to be belly tickled as she held her stomach muscles as tightly as possible. But inevitably the fingers would suddenly lash out across her soft tummy causing her to scream with laughter as the hated tummy tickling took control of her brain and all her bodily functions vanished. A bucket lay beneath her to catch any spills.
She would be fed and watered later then strapped to the torture board for further exploration and marking.
And now the ship slowed as she slipped quietly up stream of a wide deep flowing river, the foothills of the Chinese Mountains of the ancient kingdom loomed up in the distance. One evening the ship finally stopped and soon she was wrapped in her black sack and taken onto the deck where she could hear the engines of a landing helicopter. She found herself tucked into the cargo hold of the machine , her feet this time protected by warm furry slipper boots. She was in the air for maybe two hours and now in the late evening the helicopter landed in a large courtyard of a group of buildings which looked like a small Chinese palace. She was carried out of the helicopter and one of the eunuchs took off her sack. There were fountains and small lights in the courtyard and Julia could hear them tinkling in the background. Then she heard another matching sound, of a woman giggling, and she noticed a blonde haired woman of around her own age locked in a set of stocks just by a large gate leading out of the courtyard. Two kittens were licking something from between her toes making her squirm and giggle, and adding to the soft sound of the water in the pools and fountains.
She was carried through to another covered courtyard which had seven rooms leading off from it evenly spaced around the perimeter. Each door had a set of simple wooden stocks and a bench next to it and in each sat a naked girl, held by her feet and hands in the crossbar, most had their heads down, and Julia noticed they all had little coloured tattoos on their feet and parts of their bodies.
In the centre was a low wooden torture table complete with fur lined straps, and Julia was stripped and laid on this and fastened down , spread-eagled.
From an adjacent building two enormous Chinese men emerged, each wearing only a simple loin cloth, and each holding a thick leather and chain leash to which was fastened two equally enormous male lions which padded sullenly into the courtyard. Behind the two body guards came a smiling man, elegantly dressed in old Imperial Mandarin fashion who was quietly laughing and talking to a group of what appeared to be assorted dignitaries and businessmen and businesswomen. Accompanying this group were a dozen or more silent Chinese girls, naked and shaved of any body hair except their heads, but powdered white and with subtle make up on their faces. Each carried a long white feather.
The two eunuchs who had brought Julia to this place were also there and they now took up positions at the foot and end of the table.
Words were spoken by the Mandarin and the crowd cheered and clapped.
The powdered girls were ordered around the table and this was clearly to be an early demonstration of Julia’s potential to the ancient Tickle torture brothel to which she had now been delivered. She did not let them down.
As the girls approached her with their feathers she began to giggle involuntarily pleading with them not to tickle her but this only encouraged them and so as the first feathers began to stroke down her underarms and thighs, Julia exploded into a hysterical performance thrashing and screaming as the tickles overwhelmed her again.
The tickling and the laughing continued, as the Mandarin walked softly to the eunuchs and congratulated them on their purchase.
The powdered girls were ordered to stop and the Mandarin spoke again, this time advising his guests, his best and most loyal clients that the torture of this girl would commence with a tickets only show for her soles to be tattooed the following evening. Meanwhile all the girls in the stocks were now available for their pleasure on the usual terms and the powdered girls would be happy to make the arrangements and to organise their pleasure as they saw fit.
The mandarin turned to one of the body guards and nodded as he left the courtyard and the clients began disappearing into the doorways with the powdered girls wheeling the respective stocked girl in after them, before closing the door. Two girls were left in the stocks together with Julia as the two bodyguards took a small bucket of brine from a corner and , with a large bristle brush painted the feet of the remaining girls with the salty smelly solution.
Then they let the lions roam at will, the big cats picking up the scent of the salty feet. One sniffed at Julia’s foot and the wiry bristly whiskers caught briefly on her sole. She jerked and writhed at the horrible tickling sensation then let out an almighty scream that was suddenly silenced as her breath went from her as the lions bristly tongue licked lazily across her foot. She had never been tickled like this before and she could do nothing to escape. It was sheer torture, inextricable torture as the lions tongue and whiskers tickled her feet. The bodyguards smiled but the eunuchs reminded them that she must not die tonight.
The lion was eventually pulled off to leave a near unconscious Julia lying in a pool of sweat and urine, whilst another girl began screaming for her life as the lions tried to get some of the dried on brine from between her toes.
Through the doorways around the courtyard now came the sounds of tickled girls being tortured by fingers and feathers, unable to escape and moaning in sensual lust as they were suitably impaled on some hard dick while the powdered girls caressed or stroked their feet or flanks sucked on toes or licked up and down soles while the men stood impaling the stricken girl on their dicks as she frantically thrashed around in torment and exquisite pleasure.
The two eunuchs pulled Julia’s exhausted and limp body from the central torture table and took her to her cell where she was washed then secured to her bed for the night. She had to sleep but in her dreams, or maybe as she drifted uneasily into and out of sleep, all she could hear was the rising and falling of women’s laughter sometimes soft and giggly then rising quickly to a pleading scream then a hysterical laugh followed by a few moments of silence until the cycle began again.
She had forgotten much of her identity, she did not think of her friends anymore those that had been captured with her and were now either enduring a tickling at the hands of some Iraqi women or a mad African King. That was another world in another time. She existed now as a tickle slave, she could not escape and all she could do was survive the tickling that was to come.
The brothel was not such a bad place. Their were many girls there and there was a routine of washing and bathing, and playing, and preparing and even though she would have to be dragged to the torture chambers each time she did not have to make any decisions, they were all made for her.
The following evening she would be displayed in the courtyard in front of a group of paying customers while the brothel tatooist, a man named Chang, began the permanent marking of her body and provide the audience with some delicious moments of unbearable ticklishness as the girls skin was tickle punctured by the small tattoo gun.
It was late evening and the two eunuchs and several of the powdered girls brought her up into the covered courtyard. The air was warm and the smell of Jasmine filled the night air. In the outer courtyard the fountains tinkled their sweet watery music while another girl wriggled and giggled in the stocks as the kittens were given their evening treat.
The other tickle slaves were also in their wheeled stocks in their usual position around the courtyard and their were a selection of chairs in front of a small stage which comprised a thick upright post with various padded leather arms and straps on it , and two smaller upright posts in front and to each side of the main post with padded stocks and ties on the top.
Julia was hung first by her wrists from the top of the main post and then her legs were pulled apart and each foot was placed in the tight, firm leather stock on the top of the outer posts. She was spread wide , the effect being to expose her soles, her vagina and anus, and her sides and pits.
Her upper arms and head were then strapped firmly back to the centre post and a broad leather strap, fur lined was pulled tight across her ribs. Certain adjustments were made as her thighs were secured to two strong wooden arms that were positioned between the centre post and the two outer ‘feet’ posts, by further straps. Finally her toes were looped and tied firmly back to steel hooks behind the leather foot stocks, stretching her soles out and leaving her virtually immobile.
Two small candles were placed on a tray that was swung round in front of each foot, close enough to heat and dry the sole but not to burn it. a small silver bucket half filled with water was placed immediately below her pussy.
The guests arrived slowly and the seats began to fill until over 60 men and 40 women were seated around the front of the stage. Large spotlights which had been hidden from view came on to fully illuminate the scene and several digital cameras began recording from different angles.
The Mandarin swept up onto the stage making grand gestures and giving warm and lengthy greetings to his guests. The two Bodyguards emerged with their lions on either side of the stage where they stared out above the heads of the audience.
A small hooded man stepped on to the stage followed by six naked powdered girls carrying a tray of tatooist tools. A further six girls came forward and mingled with the audience allowing themselves to be touched and stroked by the guests and feeding them small sweets from silver trays or glasses of wine from silver cups.
And so Chang sat on his stool at the side of Julia’s right foot and ran a sharp quill point down her sole. Julia screamed and then froze as she realized the extent of her immobility. There would be no ability to move even the slightest fraction to try to alleviate the torture. As if Chang knew what was going through her mind he ran his fingers across her sole again wriggling and digging in his nails and Julia began to scream with hysterical laughter and to beg for him to stop. Whether the audience could speak English or not is debatable but they didn’t need to as the sound of an hysterically tickled girl begging not to be tickled is a sound that needs no translation. The audience laughed and clapped. Some of the powdered girls were tickled but could run away where they might be tickled again by another guest.
Chang nodded to one of the girls who brought over his tattoo needle gun which he switched on . There was a faint hum as the needle went up and down a thousand times a second. He checked his ink cartridge on a piece of leather, then he quickly swabbed the sole with a dab of alcohol around the spot of the red ink mark and slowly lowered the needle to begin the first tattoo.
Julia saw the tool and her eyes widened in horror as she realised what was happening, she tried to squirm but she couldn’t move, then the needle touched her foot and the intensity of the tickling sensations shot through her body and she screamed with laughter. Chang moved the little device across a tiny piece of her sole tracing the design of a tiny chrysanthemum flower in red ink. Julia was laughing so hard that she was gasping for air and Chang stopped briefly as Julia slumped slightly in her tight bonds, but the tickling itching sensation in her foot was still there. and now he began again. He coloured the petals in a pink ink while Julia screamed and laughed and gasped. The audience, soaking up the hysterical screaming of the tickled girl were ordering a whore from the stocks who was brought over and fucked while some of the women in the audience had their legs apart while a powdered girl was on her knees stroking and licking the women’s engorged pussy lips, flicking their tongues cunningly over the swollen clit giving little flicks of intense pleasure coupled with a soft sucking of the outer lips.
Julia was begging and screaming for Chang to stop but he just continued at his own pace, identifying the little ink spots that the eunuchs had made during the long sea voyage. He move round to Julia’s bare stretched armpit and traced a small leaf mark with his needles. Julia wept with ticklish hysteria. One of the powdered girls slipped a small mask over Julia’s nose and mouth giving her a shot of oxygen mixed with nitrous oxide to maintain her oxygen levels whilst keeping her smiling. It was a cruel gesture designed to stop Julia from passing out while her soles and armpits were mercilessly tortured by the devilish tickling tattoo gun.
The whole audience were in a state of high orgy by this point with men and women , tickle slaves and powdered girls spread across the courtyard fucking and sucking, licking and tickling , and all to the sounds of the hysterical laughter of the girl secured tightly to the torture posts being tickled beyond endurance by a man with a set of vibrating needles.
The mandarin sensed that the time was right to change the pace and he clapped his hands softly. Chang looked up and quickly finished the outline of a tiny feather shape that he was engraving into the skin above one of Julia’s ribs. Then he stood and tidied his tools while the powdered maidens swabbed and dabbed the itching and sore skin of several tiny tattoo marks.
One of the girls knelt between her outstretched legs and began alternately brushing around Julia’s bare pussy lips with a long white feather, then slipping her tongue into the hot wet boiling interior of her vagina, scooping out spoonfuls of pussy juice with her curled tongue, then tickling her inner thighs and outer lips making Julia groan with pleasure. Her body continued to shake but she no longer needed the gas mixture and she quivered and giggled or whimpered as the powdered girls began sucking on different parts of her body as she approached a shattering orgasm. Two girls were licking and nibbling at her nipples two were gently licking her wounded soles and two more were stroking her sore armpits with their tongues, until Julia tensed then let out a wailing scream as her body hit an all time high orgasm and she lost consciousness.
She slowly came round to find herself still secured in the torture stocks but Chang had gone and the powdered girls were washing her down with soft cloths and applying ointment to her sore tattoos. The audience were eating and drinking and were all dressed in complimentary house robes awaiting their pleasures for the rest of the evening. The mandarin spoke and it became clear that he was holding an auction. Several of the audience were bidding until it all went quiet as the mandarin asked if there were any higher bids. Then he clapped his hands and gave a broad smile and a tall Chinese woman stepped forward accompanied by a smaller man both smiling inscrutably. The mandarin shook their hands and invited them up on the stage to admire their prize. They had bid and won the auction to be the first to have Julia to themselves for a night of tickle torture, torment and heavy sex, to be taken as soon as Julia was recovered from her first round of tattooing. Already the mandarin had made up 30% of his purchase price and was sure to make a healthy profit on the girl provided she wasn’t tickled to death before he had made his profit. And there were plenty of girls he could sell to be tickled to death before he need let Julia have the same fate. The lions aroused by the heady aromas and scents of the evening roared and had to be quickly whipped by the tall bodyguards to settle down. The tall Chinese woman walked slowly towards Julia looking into her eyes and Julia noticed how evil this woman looked, her eyes cold and expressionless, her mouth thin an with a cruel half smile. She looked into her eyes and the woman wafted a finger so softly over Julia’s sole that it took a second for her brain to register and for her to give a little shriek. The cold Chinese woman looked impassive but ran a soft feathery finger up Julia’s inner leg and tickled her upper inner thigh. Then she ran her finger over Julia’s soaking bare pussy and dipped a finger inside the soft warm flesh between her tender lips . She held it their for a second or two then pulled it out and tasted her juice like a wine connoisseur. Julia wriggled and squirmed in her bonds as the woman tickled her firm breasts and she spoke to the man at her side who was her husband. He let his robe fall open and Julia saw that even though he was small in height he had an enormous cock dangling between his legs. The woman bent ever so slightly and gently took hold of the thick penis which began to rise. She dipped her finger again into Julia’s hole and then wiped the oil on the head of the mans dick making it shine like a polished cricket ball. She looked at Julia and with a thin cruel smile began waggling her fingers in a mock tickling gesture while nodding at Julia, and then holding out the mans engorged huge penis. She spoke some words to Julia and although Julia did not know what was said it was all too clear what the message was.
The woman ran her fingers quickly down Julia’s sides making her laugh and squirm. Then the woman backed away , bowed to the mandarin who responded equally, and they were led away by two powdered girls and another tickle whore was wheeled into their suite for their pleasure.
Julia was unbound and the eunuchs carried her to her cell where she was allowed to rest for a few days, her body being attended by several girls while her tattoos dried out and healed. During this time she was also pierced with a small gold ring through her clitoris, the hood over her clit was pulled back and a second tiny strap of soft gold ring was nipped tight around the exposed tiny shaft. Julia screamed for an hour before the pain subsided. Then oil was run over her genitals and she began to repeatedly orgasm from the slightest stimulation. The powdered girls took great and cruel pleasure from sitting between her tied legs and gently blowing on her clit as Julia began to feel the special tingling sensations in her delicate bud as she built up for another orgasm as the girls continues to blow on her amazingly sensitive clit while other girls licked and nibbled at her feet or wiggled a soft wet tongue around her little puckered anus.
During the day she was kept in a set of foot stocks and made to watch as other girls were tickle tortured beyond endurance by the brothel clientele. There was no shortage of business and a steady stream of visitors arrived each day from noon to midnight. Each guest was greeted by either a court eunuch or , in the case of the more powerful clients, the senior mandarin himself. Julia took her turn each day in the stocks at the gate. She would be locked in the stocks and the powdered girls would dust her bare feet with icing sugar. The stocks were set in a small garden to the right of the gate. Julia was naked and her arms were tied up to a pole embedded firmly in the ground exposing her soft white underarms and showing off her beautiful milk white breasts to perfection. She sat on a small wooden bench which had a small silk towel covering and a ‘pee hole’, as the girls could rarely control their bladders whilst being tickled. Small Pekinese dogs would be tethered to the frame and allowed to lick off the sugar with their bristly tongues. Julia found the torment unbearable from the first moment and welcomed each of the guests with hysterical laughter and begging for the dogs to pulled off, but the guests usually obliged by sprinkling some more icing sugar onto her feet and walking away laughing, ready to proceed to their own private pleasures inside one of the seven tickle torture chambers, as Julia wriggled and jiggled and screamed as the dogs merrily carried on licking out the tasty sugar from her soles and between her toes, which became more and more sticky as the day progressed. The wet silk rubbed her clit and she shuddered as she orgasmed again for the fifth time that afternoon. As she arched her back and pushed her pussy into the air to try to avoid the torturous tickling on her feet one of the guests sprinkled the icing sugar over her pussy . One of the dogs moved round and sat between her legs and its whiskers and furry ears tickled and stroked Julia’s inner thigh so much that she began to pee again making the dog yelp as it dodged out of the way then it came back when she had finished and began licking the icing sugar from around her little slit whilst delivering the most indescribable tickling sensations to her thighs and crotch.
One evening after a day of tickle torment she was taken by the girls to be washed and scented. Her auction bidders had arrived and were waiting to claim their prize now that her tattoos had all healed and she was ready to serve properly in the brothel. She would now be tickled beyond endurance while providing exquisite sexual services to the clients. Any girl not fully complying with the clients would be sent for special tickling with the lions. Few survived more than a day, and if they did they never disobeyed again.
She was taken to one of the rooms off the central courtyard. The room was dry and relatively bare with just a covering of fresh straw on the solid stone floor. Light came in from a shaft in the pitched roof high above , lighting the centre of the room but leaving the outer edges in a softer, gloomier light. In the centre was a familiar tickling post set solidly into the stone floor, similar to the one that she had been secured in for her tattooing torture. She was hung from the top of the central post, her wrists locked in tight but comfortable fur lined cuffs, her back was not fastened back to the post but her feet were secured in widely separated single foot stocks located on the top of two other posts which left her legs spread out very wide and slightly forward, and her pussy exposed and level with normal crotch level so that a man standing up could comfortably penetrate her while the rest of her body was available from pretty much all angles to be teased, tickled or otherwise tormented in whatever way her torturers saw fit. In this way she could wriggle and squirm and jiggle and writhe reasonably freely trying to escape from the torments whilst remaining firmly impaled on an erect organ and delivering exquisite pleasures which only a woman can.
The clients could do what they liked to the tickle whores provided they didn’t permanently mark them, and that they left them alive for future use.
Four powdered girls had been allocated to assist with the evening’s pleasures and Julia, who had been specially made up looked stunningly beautiful as she writhed slowly in her bonds. Her long red hair hung down over her shoulders and back in soft curls, her smooth white skin shone in the twilight glow and the light of small oil lamps which hung around the room. The soles of her feet were soft and white and faintly wrinkled as she flexed and tensed her feet every so often as she tried to ease her muscles from the tension of her position. Her bare hairless pussy lips pouted invitingly between her widely outstretched legs pulled apart slightly by the wide spread and her clit ring glinted from her central fold of skin and inner labia as her clit peeped out from the upper folds. A little ridge of skin ran down below to connect her puckered little bare anus, and the powdered girls were gently teasing her with very soft feathers by gently brushing and tickling this spot between her vagina and anus causing Julia to wriggle and giggle. Two girls were teasing her by alternately kissing her sides and breasts , or blowing softly with warm breath on her clitoris.
Julia could not resist the feelings and her vagina was already hot and wet as the clients entered the room. The tall cruel woman had been bathed and shaved and scented by the powdered girls. She had been pedicured and manicured and Julia noticed how long and cruel her fingernails were, painted bright red in contrast to her whitish skin. She wore a small lace bodice revealing small but firmish breasts and she was draped with a deep blue silk gown. Julia was quietly squirming and writhing from the feathering between her legs and the woman smiled. The man entered, he also having been washed and prepared by the powdered girls. He wore only a long open silk gown of red with gold dragons embroidered on the back and sleeves. He was already firmly erect and his huge penis stood out in front of him as he walked towards Julia who gasped at the sight before squealing and giggling as the feather girls continued their feathery torture of her bare genitals.
Everyone seemed to know what to do and without words , just a few nods, the man stepped in between Julia’s widespread legs, Two girls gently lifted Julia’s bottom upwards and the man positioned his huge erection against Julia’s soft wet lips, the girls lowered her quickly and she gasped as her vagina was instantly filled with the throb of the mans hard dick. He looked at her then closed his eyes and smiled as he stood still. One of the powdered girls knelt underneath and began to tease and lick his balls. The woman meanwhile stood at one side by one of Julia’s stocked feet and motioned one of the other girls to stand at the other side. Then she simply began to mercilessly tickle Julia’s sole with her fingernails. There was nothing subtle or erotic about it, she would tickle Julia so hard that Julia immediately lurched into a terrible hysterical laugh as the tickling sensations hit her . The other girl was doing the same with her other foot and she could not bear it. The woman dug her nails in to Julia’s sole and wriggled them up and down her foot. Julia laughed and screamed for her to stop while the man smiled as the waves of pleasure crashed over his knob as Julia’s warm and slippery vagina tensed and pulled from side to side and up and down as she thrashed about. She was impaled on this hard rubbery staff and she was laughing and screaming as the women simply tickled her feet till she could take no more. Her body arched and she was wrecked by a thundering tickle orgasm as she tried to escape the unbearable torment and teasing.
The woman continued to tickle Julia, constantly stroking her fingernails across her soles and between her toes. Her own small ceramic balls clenched firmly inside her own vagina were giving her little ripples of exquisite pleasure whilst she continued to soak up the hysterical screaming and pleading from the tickled girl. The man had his head back now and was groaning as he suddenly stiffened and exploded in his own orgasm.
The tickling stopped and Julia was left hanging in her bonds, sweat and bodily fluids dripping from her. The man and woman were locked in an embrace and the powdered girls were performing their own brand of stimulation to the woman who was being held up by two girls while the other two had their tongues up both her bottom holes as she shuddered to her own climax.
The clients left the room and the girls returned to take her down from the centre stocks. She was laid carefully on a small bed at the side while a new wooden framed rack was brought into the room. It was a like a bowed table with securing rings at each corner where the victim could be stretched backwards on her back and spread eagled but her highest point would be her tummy and mons veneris, with her feet and head held backwards by the deep curve , rather like being tied to a barrel.
Julia was indeed tied to this ‘barrel’ and then the man and woman came back in to continue with the nights tickle torture. Both were carrying small cats and the furry little creatures were placed on and around Julia who began to wriggle as their fur touched her skin. The man and woman had a small pot each and were holding a paintbrush. They dipped the brush into the pot and began painting small sugary lines across Julia’s taughtly stretched skin making her laugh and giggle and squirm as the brushes tickled and tormented. The cats took an interest and began licking at the honey lines with their furry bristly tongues. “Oh God No ...”shouted Julia as she began to laugh from the torture of the tickling tongues and the man and woman smiled and carried on painting all night long.
Her tummy could twitch no more, as one of the cats licked sweat and honey from her immensely ticklish belly button while another sat on her tummy slowly licking a patch from her bald mound of venus, just occasionally catching the fold of skin at the very top of her pussy lips. The cats didn’t seem to mind her writhing movements as her armpits and breasts were similarly painted.
Meanwhile the powdered girls provided almost continuous stimulation to both the man and woman, either licking and sucking or tickling and teasing, and everynow and then the man would be led over to where the woman had been laid temporarily while the girls held her legs open tickling the insides of her thighs while the other girls positioned the men’s giant cock in her wet pussy and then pushed then together. As they listened to Julia’s laughing and screaming as the cats did their ticklish work the couple would drive themselves into a complete state or orgasmic rapture before collapsing and being revived by the girls before continuing with Julia’s tickle torment.
And so the night passed and in the morning she was bathed and returned to her cell to rest, however she was now just another one of the girls at the tickle brothel and required to perform in whatever capacity that she was told including being powdered and serving with the other girls as ticklers to some new unfortunate woman, captured and brought to the Chinese tickle torture brothel at the end of the world.
The Mandarin was especially pleased as he liked redheaded English girls to tickle, so Julia found herself tied and tickled most nights by the Mandarin himself, tied to the barrel frame, laughing and screaming in her bonds as the long cruel fingers and fingernails softly caressed Julia down her sides, across her soles, and under her arms, while she laughed and laughed and laughed.
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