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White Tickle Slavers
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)
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 pedalling 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 pedalled. 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. There 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 girl’s 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 favourite 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 jewellery 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 girl’s 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 girl’s 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 signalled 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 girl’s 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 girl’s 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 like 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 week’s 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 girl’s 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 Russia 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...
Greenfeather
Not quite the end actually, see Part II coming next….
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)
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 pedalling 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 pedalled. 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. There 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 girl’s 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 favourite 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 jewellery 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 girl’s 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 girl’s 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 signalled 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 girl’s 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 girl’s 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 like 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 week’s 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 girl’s 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 Russia 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...
Greenfeather
Not quite the end actually, see Part II coming next….
