Tickleslavegirl
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Intro to a lengthy story I am working on. Hope you enjoy. Next part will have more tickling than you can bear!
Spain is often considered one of the most exotic places for vacations with families. High School sweethearts, college couples, and newlyweds all one day hope to see it's beautiful countryside, see it's clear blue oceans and stay in its expensive resorts. However, as every country with a beautiful view and a highly desired tourist destination, there is a darker side to the Spanish Countryside. This particular tale does not follow that of an unlucky tourist but instead an unlucky college student one whose home is a place she has lived in for many many years. She has eaten at the Cafe’s, walked the streets and ridden the buses since she was a child but one unlucky night will change all that. Gone will be her innocent perspective of her hometown. Gone will be her freedom. Replaced instead with the screams of laughter and the begging of a tortured sole.
But, here I am getting ahead of myself. You as our captivated reading audience do not yet know who Maria is. So let me put your curiosity to rest, Maria is a 24 year old Spanish girl. She stands at five foot four with dark flowing black hair. thick legs and a toned ass carried aloft by size 9 feet. A large smile often decorates her features and a constant workout routine keeps her frame powerful and toned.
Growing up in the small town she calls home, Maria dropped out of high school and never completed her education until a year. What brought about the change was the restaurant she worked at finally closed. With the lack of tourist traffic, over the past two years, the restaurant finally had to close its dark oaken green doors. The end of her only source of income finally led her to sure to return to school to obtain first for GED and now to begin a new chapter of her life obtaining her first associates degree. She worked at a local Marketplace, every evening, for spending money while she attended classes during the day attempting to achieve a degree in Business Administration. People in the town knew her as friendly Maria and many visited her on her shifts in the marketplace. Seeking a hello from her smiling face or sharing some bit of news with her that they knew she would find exciting as she praised their achievements.
It was this personality Maria possessed that caused her to become a target of a local group of underground traders. However, these men did not trade in the bartering of goods. Their trade was in the softness of flesh and the screams of laughter that could be dragged from the depths of one's being. Maria did not yet know it, but she had a target upon her head. A ransom was out and the first to bring her to the group was to receive a percentage of her sale on the black market to become yet another victim of the underground tickle trade.
The abduction was to play out like any other day in Maria's life. She lived like clockwork with very little deviation. One could even say Maria was almost obsessed with keeping her daily schedule exactly the same day in and day out. She would begin her day waking up taking a long hot shower shaving her body and applying different ointments and perfumes to herself either her feet or soft underarm. Sometimes she would pay extra attention to her toned stomach and sides, or her firm but plump ass. She would then make herself a cup of coffee, have a small breakfast with just enough to give her energy to begin her day, and finally she would wait for the bus to take her to college. After college she would take that same bus to her job at the marketplace working her 5-hour shift before taking the bus one last time to a small back alley cafe that she had called home for many many years. In this cafe, she had found solace during her years after dropping out of high school. She had made friends that she still saw, to this day, over cups of coffee, tea, or beer. Every evening, she would take her seat, order her small cup of dark coffee, possibly a donut, and she would settle down to look around the room watching the people. She would observe their actions, their happiness, sadness, joy, and their pain. She had a knack for reading people and she could easily do so without knowing them at all.
For example she noticed two old men in the corner reminiscing about women they loved. A young man and young woman drinking away the worries of their marriage. Three men at a loud table downing beer as if it were water. Each has his or her own story that Maria could detect in one form or another. It was her gift, you see, unasked for, unneeded, but still present. However as she scanned the room she missed the eyes of two men watching her from the corner of the bar. Both wore black baseball hats but neither appeared to have any story to tell and the failing of her gift would be the failing of her life from this night onward.
It was late in the evening when Maria finally picked herself up from her seat and made her way to the faded and cracked brown door that was the entrance to this establishment. Out into the dark streets, she went to a world illuminated only by lampposts. Shadows danced around the edges like merry little demons. Past these demons, Maria walked, beginning her ten minute journey that would lead to her small apartment. It was in passing one of the gaps in the lamplight where the demons danced and played, a firm hand suddenly wrapped around her wrist and another held a piece of cloth around her nose and a mouth. She had just enough time to try a small scream which was instantly muffled by the gag. One breath later and darkness descended upon her vision and her limp body began to fall only for four strong hands to catch her before she hit the ground.
Spain is often considered one of the most exotic places for vacations with families. High School sweethearts, college couples, and newlyweds all one day hope to see it's beautiful countryside, see it's clear blue oceans and stay in its expensive resorts. However, as every country with a beautiful view and a highly desired tourist destination, there is a darker side to the Spanish Countryside. This particular tale does not follow that of an unlucky tourist but instead an unlucky college student one whose home is a place she has lived in for many many years. She has eaten at the Cafe’s, walked the streets and ridden the buses since she was a child but one unlucky night will change all that. Gone will be her innocent perspective of her hometown. Gone will be her freedom. Replaced instead with the screams of laughter and the begging of a tortured sole.
But, here I am getting ahead of myself. You as our captivated reading audience do not yet know who Maria is. So let me put your curiosity to rest, Maria is a 24 year old Spanish girl. She stands at five foot four with dark flowing black hair. thick legs and a toned ass carried aloft by size 9 feet. A large smile often decorates her features and a constant workout routine keeps her frame powerful and toned.
Growing up in the small town she calls home, Maria dropped out of high school and never completed her education until a year. What brought about the change was the restaurant she worked at finally closed. With the lack of tourist traffic, over the past two years, the restaurant finally had to close its dark oaken green doors. The end of her only source of income finally led her to sure to return to school to obtain first for GED and now to begin a new chapter of her life obtaining her first associates degree. She worked at a local Marketplace, every evening, for spending money while she attended classes during the day attempting to achieve a degree in Business Administration. People in the town knew her as friendly Maria and many visited her on her shifts in the marketplace. Seeking a hello from her smiling face or sharing some bit of news with her that they knew she would find exciting as she praised their achievements.
It was this personality Maria possessed that caused her to become a target of a local group of underground traders. However, these men did not trade in the bartering of goods. Their trade was in the softness of flesh and the screams of laughter that could be dragged from the depths of one's being. Maria did not yet know it, but she had a target upon her head. A ransom was out and the first to bring her to the group was to receive a percentage of her sale on the black market to become yet another victim of the underground tickle trade.
The abduction was to play out like any other day in Maria's life. She lived like clockwork with very little deviation. One could even say Maria was almost obsessed with keeping her daily schedule exactly the same day in and day out. She would begin her day waking up taking a long hot shower shaving her body and applying different ointments and perfumes to herself either her feet or soft underarm. Sometimes she would pay extra attention to her toned stomach and sides, or her firm but plump ass. She would then make herself a cup of coffee, have a small breakfast with just enough to give her energy to begin her day, and finally she would wait for the bus to take her to college. After college she would take that same bus to her job at the marketplace working her 5-hour shift before taking the bus one last time to a small back alley cafe that she had called home for many many years. In this cafe, she had found solace during her years after dropping out of high school. She had made friends that she still saw, to this day, over cups of coffee, tea, or beer. Every evening, she would take her seat, order her small cup of dark coffee, possibly a donut, and she would settle down to look around the room watching the people. She would observe their actions, their happiness, sadness, joy, and their pain. She had a knack for reading people and she could easily do so without knowing them at all.
For example she noticed two old men in the corner reminiscing about women they loved. A young man and young woman drinking away the worries of their marriage. Three men at a loud table downing beer as if it were water. Each has his or her own story that Maria could detect in one form or another. It was her gift, you see, unasked for, unneeded, but still present. However as she scanned the room she missed the eyes of two men watching her from the corner of the bar. Both wore black baseball hats but neither appeared to have any story to tell and the failing of her gift would be the failing of her life from this night onward.
It was late in the evening when Maria finally picked herself up from her seat and made her way to the faded and cracked brown door that was the entrance to this establishment. Out into the dark streets, she went to a world illuminated only by lampposts. Shadows danced around the edges like merry little demons. Past these demons, Maria walked, beginning her ten minute journey that would lead to her small apartment. It was in passing one of the gaps in the lamplight where the demons danced and played, a firm hand suddenly wrapped around her wrist and another held a piece of cloth around her nose and a mouth. She had just enough time to try a small scream which was instantly muffled by the gag. One breath later and darkness descended upon her vision and her limp body began to fall only for four strong hands to catch her before she hit the ground.
