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Wild Frontier
By Greenfeather.
(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)
1865 saw the biggest transport of settlers across the vast plains of Mid West
America. Whole populations were on the move setting up new towns where they
could. It was a tough life and as always the cattlemen required plenty of
entertainment when they finally reached the towns after weeks or even months in
the wild plains.
Plenty of young women saw an opportunity to make a decent living 'out west'
and this is the story of a band of good time girls and their adventures along
the way.
Mary Louise was a tall blonde Kentucky gal , an orphan who'd found a home with
Mrs Kelly’s Travellin' Girl show. She did a bit of dancing and stripping for the
cowpokes along with the other girls. For a little extra she'd be happy to add
some extra services, even though it was not always so pleasant lying next to
some strong smelling cowboy twice her age. Mrs Kelly looked after her girls and
they shared their things including a large travelling horse drawn caravan ,
which also acted as a travelling home for Mrs Kelly and her five 'girls', and a
small milk goat called Jinny. However she was also a strict one and she made
sure there was no cheatin, as she called it . All income should be shared, each
girl had to do her own chores, and if anyone stepped out of line there would be
punished by Mrs Kelly. There was no point whipping the girls as they would be
marked, and so she had her own way of keeping discipline and she kept a small
set of travelling stocks which she would use in a variety of ways on the girls.
Mary Louise had had a good night. They were leaving town that morning and the
menfolk had been keen to get their moneys worth before the girls left .All the
girls had been busy, all night. Even Mrs Kelly, who was something of a
favourite amongst the older men.
They left town early, headin' west, as always, it was better to get out of town
before the womenfolk started getting fidgety and causing trouble. Leave the men
to sort that out.
It was a hot day and by lunch time they were ready for stoppin'. Jenny Kelly
pulled the wagon under a large tree next to a small water hole and jumped down
from the wagon.
"OK, girls, Alice and Maud, you git some water for the horses, the rest of you
divi up your taking from last night so we can share it out after I've taken the
expenses"
All the girls handed over the cash and coins, but Mary was a little hesitant.
Suki, a small Chinese girl , and Bonita, a tall Mexican brunette looked at
Mary. "where's that big ten dollar note what you got from that big brute last
night huh?"
Mary looked frightened, " I don't know what you mean" she said.
Mrs Kelly looked hard at Mary. "You ain't tryin to hide some from us are you
?".
"Nnnnoo" Stammered Mary, but Mrs Kelly and the other girls weren't convinced. "
I saw you take the money last night" said Suki, and she grabbed Mary's hair and
started pulling it. " well alright ," said Mary " I did get some extra, but
that's mine, I worked for it, I had to lie next that big smelly oaf while he
his hands wandered all over me, a squeezin' and a ticklin'."
And so it was that Mary Louise found herself stripped naked, staked out on the
ground with her feet in the stocks begging and screaming as the girls took
there turn at tickling her. She was so ticklish, and she couldn't bear to be
tickled , but that was her punishment and it had been going on for half an hour
now. She was covered in sweat as Suki and Bonita ran there cunning little
fingers all over the soles of her ticklish feet, and Alice and Maud took turns
feathering her armits and belly.
Mrs Kelly finished her lunch listening to the entertainment of Mary's maniacal
laughter, her screaming and begging for them to stop tickling her, and watching
her soft naked body thrash around under the torment of tickling fingers and
feathers. Girls were always so cruel to each other she thought. They knew all
of Mary's most sensitive spots. Mrs K had one of her own as she sat down next
to the jerking twisting form of the Laughing Mary. "Now Mary you should always
share your takings with us. I'm sure you know that "
" Oh yes" she screamed " ppleasee stopppp ha ha ha , yes I'll never take any
more..ahhggh ha ha ha ha hahahahhah.noooo stop I canttt.hahahahahhhhah...."
"now before we finish with you I think I’d like some fun" and with that she
produced her own small white Goose feather which she held up in front of the
hysterical tickled girl. "let's see if you've got a ticklish **** shall we ?"
and with that she slowly moved the feather down to Mary’s outstretched legs and
gently tickled round the edges of Mary’s labia, visible through the short wispy
blond hair. Mary wriggled a bit and moaned but Mrs K wasn't satisfied. "Maud
fetch some of that there hot water and get me my leg shaving kit, we're gonna
give this gal a little shave so I can tickle her slit properly"
Mary's crotch was lathered up and Suki and Bonita, who were shaved themselves,
shaved her little clump of wispy blond hair, then they dried her off and Mrs K
sat down between Mary’s legs. "Now girl we'll just tickle you up a bit, and
with that she ran the tip of the feather down the soft sensitive exposed slit.
Mary tried to wrench herself away but couldn't as she let out a scream
"Nooo...I can't stand it , No not ... there noo..."
Mrs K continued to tickle Mary's labia with the feather as the other girls
joined in . Suki and Bonita stroked her splayed out feet, whilst Alice and Maud
tickled her armpits, breasts and belly till she was a sobbing screaming,
hysterical mess. all the while Mrs K stroked her feather up and down Mary's
shaved slit, now gently brushing the girls distended clitoris.
"I think we should shave her feet," said Bonita as she picked up the discarded
soap brush and began lathering up her soles, taking special care to brush
between the toes, "hahahahahhhahhah,,stoopppp, noo... IIIcan't
stand...hahahahahahahahaha," Mary bucked and writhed screaming as the girls
continued their tickling torture. "In China," said Suki "we tickle naughty
girls like you for days on end" looking at the hysterical laughing tear soaked
face of Mary staked out in the sand naked and tied and feathered and tickled by
a group of eager women. Bonita took the back of the shaving razor and used it
to "shave off" the soap lather from Mary’s desperately ticklish feet. The
tickling sensations in Mary's feet were unbearable, as she pulled and thrashed
in tickled desperation. And all the while Mrs K slid the goose feather up and
down her slit catching her little tiny clitoris which felt it was the size of
an orange, being tickled by a million ants.
Mary surrendered to a thundering tickling orgasm, her juices squirting all over
the sand, and she peed herself.
Mrs K stood up " That's your lesson for today Mary Louise, come on girls time
to move on , we've got a long way ahead of us and the next towns several days
away."
Mary was untied but lay there exhausted and eventually had to be helped back on
to the wagon. Bonita the wild green eyed Mexican beauty with the jet black hair
grinned at Mary, "such a pretty slit", she said waving the clippings of Mary's
pubes , "and such tickly toes." We gonna have more fun sometime, maybe we put
on a show for the men , maybe we say tie and tickle Mary , 10 bucks an hour.
Mary winced and fell back on her pile of clothes, only thankful that the
terrible tickle torture had stopped.
The wagon rolled out and on into the great wild plains of the mid west.
Alice and Maud were the first to hear the sound that they all dreaded. It
sounded like drums. it would go quiet for a while then they'd start again, but
there was no one in sight.That night they lit a small fire under the shelter of
a large rock.. In the dark they heard the rustling sounds of the night when
there was suddenly a whooping and a screaming and what seemed like hundreds of
naked red Indians running towards them. The girls did not get much more of a
scream out each before each one was grabbed, and a hand quickly held firmly
over their mouths. Leather thongs quickly bound their arms and legs, and bags
were pushed over their heads which muffled their screams and left them
terrified and disoriented. Then they were quickly bundled into the wagon and
driven off at speed into the hills.
Mary awoke to the sound of maniacal laughter from Bonita who was gasping and
begging. It was obvious she was being tickled. She looked around to find that
she was hanging from her wrists in a large tent, secured to a strong wooden
pole that rose vertically from the ground. She was stripped naked and her body
was glistening with sweat as it was devilishly hot. There were several similar
poles in the tent and all six women were there dangling from thick hide straps.
all were naked , and all looked terrified. A crowd of women were standing
around Bonita examining her body, two of the women were busily fastening her
feet to a long cross bar that was in front of her pole, so that her legs were
stretched out at almost 180 degrees. One was running her fingers up and down
Bonita's sides causing the girl to writhe and wriggle, laugh and scream in her
bonds, which the others clearly found most amusing. Jinny the goat was in the
corner on a leash. "at least they haven't slaughtered the poor little goat"
thought Mary , later she would definitely wish that the goat had been eaten but
for now all she could do was whimper. She could hear Mrs Kelly whimpering " oh
God no.. not this...please let us go..oh God no..."
Suddenly the women stopped and huddled away into a corner as a flap of the tent
opened and in stepped ... an Englishman ! "Hallo Ladies, I hope you're not too
comfortable.." and he smiled as he walked over to Mrs Kelly and gave her
nipples a little tickle.
Mrs Kelly was first to speak " Untie us now, how dare you capture us like this,
and you an Englishman too.. what are you going to do with us ?"
The Englishman smiled all the time as Mrs Kelly babbled on , gently teasing her
nipples and stroking her large but surprisingly firm breasts.
"I am not going to do anything to you ..but these ladies are.. " and he
gestured to the gathering of young Indian maids and squaws who were standing
around the edges of the tent. "I'm here by accident really you see, I was
captured myself by the Redfoot tribe, but when they saw my red hair they
pronounced me one of their Chiefs, provided I don't leave. They are a friendly
tribe really, but you wandered on to their territory yesterday without their
permission and under their law you must now be punished. Unfortunately for you
the punishments round here are all carried out by the womenfolk, on account of
them being so much more cruel and ingenious than the men. You wouldn't believe
some of the tortures they have in mind....though you will after a few days when
you will be finally released, to go on your way".
The bound , naked women were stunned by this for a moment, then Alice said " so
they're not going to kill us then ..."
"Oh no!" laughed the Englishman, "Much worse than that!" and he laughed a
horrible laugh which seemed to be understood by the women who all began
laughing with him.
"Well I must be getting back to my own tent, I have a big ceremony to prepare
for and I've got at least six girls to prepare for the show. I'll leave you to
get acquainted with your tormentors, and I look forward to hear your screams
and cackling and begging and moaning over the next few days."
And with that he turned and walked out of the tent to leave the women at the
mercy of the squaws.
The squaws finished tying Bonita by fastening her feet to each end of a long
pole, so that her legs were stretched completely apart and her bare **** was
resting on the top of the pole. Two squaws sat down at either end of the pole
and began to stroke a straw up and down the soles of the tied woman. Gently at
first so that it made Bonita giggle and squirm but it wasn't quite enough to
make her laugh. . " hehehehee ..stop it no hee heeh" Bonita gasped in her
slightly husky voice. The squaws just smiled and carried on gently altering the
pressure and the stroke to keep Bonita in a constantly teased state. Another
girl sat down behind her and began to run her delicate little fingers over
Bonita's sides, touching and teasing her breasts, it was torment but Bonita
thought it was actually quite pleasurable. Then another squaw lay down in front
of her, and pushed her face up to Bonita's outspread **** lips and began to
lick them in a delicious fashion, up and down , up and down, gently tickling
the labia and clitoris with her tickling tongue, " oh oh..no.. stopp.....Oh .."
Bonita gasped and giggled as the waves of gentle maddening tickling mixed with
the waves of exquisite pleasure from the stroking and the licking. Another girl
moved forward and started gently kissing her on the lips, and stroking her bare
underarms. Bonita was now writhing and squirming , giggling and moaning , all in
an increasing rhythm as she began to approach an earth shattering orgasm. But
it was not to be . As Bonita arched her back awaiting to be hit by the most
gorgeous shuddering orgasm, all the squaws stopped their tickling , licking
and stroking. Bonita gasped " Oh..don't stop..I beg of you please ...don't
stop". but the young Indian women giggled and each spread their legs to show
Bonita that they were gently stroking their own little slits. "yes.. yes do
that to me.. please" as she wriggled and squirmed even trying to rub her own
lower lips together in the hope that she could catch her orgasm. But she was
bound tight and she couldn't touch herself. She then realised the torment which
was in store for her. As the girls came back to position themselves, only they
had all moved round one position. The girls at her feet now used their fingers
to tickle and tease her bare soles making Bonita beg for them to stop, but they
didn't. Then the girl behind recommenced tickling her sides and breasts, whilst
the girl in front got back to sucking her clitoris, and the other began
stroking her mouth lips with her soft moist silky tongue.
The other women tied to the posts watched in horror for several hours as Bonita
was tickled and teased into near orgasm only to be left to cool down whilst
having to watch the other girls bringing themselves off. This was the torture
that was to be for Bonita which would last for several days without relief.
There were more than enough squaws to take over from the five girls currently
doing their work, and they seemed to thoroughly enjoy taking their pleasure
whilst denying it to the writhing , and sometimes screaming naked and soaking
Mexican brunette.
Meanwhile, Mrs Kelly was taken down from her post and firmly tied over a wooden
horse. Her feet were tied widely apart and her hands were then secured to her
feet so that her big smooth bottom was nicely raised across the top of the
horse and her cheeks spread widely apart. Now Mrs Kelly had one extremely
sensitive spot on her whole body and that was the small ring around her little
brown anus. There was a small skin tag just between the anal ring and the
perineum which fills the space between the anus and the vagina and she couldn't
stand that part of her being touched... Which was unfortunate for Mrs Kelly as
it was exactly that spot that a young and very pretty, but very cruel Indian
squaw now began to explore. With the most delicate of touches, she began to
circle Mrs K's anus. Mrs K bucked so hard and screamed so loud that all the
women stopped for a moment before they all began laughing and checked her bonds
to make sure she was tied tightly.
Then the squaw pulled a small pointed eagle feather from her hair and leant
down to show it to Mrs Kelly with a most wicked smile on her face.
Mrs Kelly begged and pleaded " Oh God not that ... not there I'll go mad you
don't understand, it's too much for anyone to touch me there..." but it was too
late. The Indian girl stood up and studied the delicate soft skin around the
brown anus of Mrs K then ever so lightly touched the very tip of the feather
onto her perineum and then stepped back. Mrs K bucked like a wild horse and she
screamed so much that the other girls began to get a little frightened, but the
squaw smiled and proceeded to gently tickle the feather round and round , or up
and down , or on and off , over the little patch of amazingly sensitive skin ,
whilst listening to the panting and laughing and hysterical laughter that
erupted from Mrs K, who tore fruitlessly at her bonds but could not escape.
Alice watched in horror. She had been one of the first to be stripped and tied
by these Indian women, who found her delicate white, almost porcelain skin, so
interesting. Unlike the other girls she had been made to stand in a bucket of
strong smelling salty red liquid, which was at the base of her pole. Her feet
had been tied together and her knees had been lashed to the pole so she
couldn't remove them. Her white marbled arms had been hoisted above her head
and some of the red soup had been painted on her armpits which were smooth and
bare of any hair. One of Mrs K's requirements on the tour. Also little blobs of
it had been daubed on her nipples and sides and her belly button. Having the
goop applied by a soggy eagle feather had tickled a bit , especially when they
did round her knees. but when it dried it felt fine and she was pleased it had
not burned or itched as she expected. This had now dried to a hard crust and
Alice began to wonder what was in store for her.
Whilst Mrs K was receiving her feathering, and Bonita was giggling and
pleading, two young Indian women carefully untied Alice from her post and laid
her out on the dry earthen floor. Against two solid looking stakes Mrs K's set
of travelling stocks had been lashed. Alice’s feet were carefully placed in the
stocks. her arms still held above her head were tied back to another stake
driven into the ground and she was then stretched by means of a twisting stick
tightening the rope tied to her wrists.
Two girls sat down on either side of her next to her crotch. Then another squaw
brought over the goat which had been on her lead at the far side of the tent ,
and from her pocket she produced two small kittens. The goat was tethered to
the stocks and immediately began sniffing the red paste on Alice’s feet. The
moment the goats bristly whiskers touched Alice’s skin she squealed with
laughter. " OH noooo...it tickles ...no no stopp..no it tick....!!" but she
couldn't catch her breath to finish as the most insane ticklish sensations
swept up her body as the goats raspy bristly tongue and lips began to nibble
and lick at her bare soles and feet. She begged and screamed and pleaded for
them to stop but it became much worse when the kittens soft paws landed on her
belly and the cats tongue began to lick around one of the spots of goop.It was
exquisite and unbearable torture and Alice shook and wriggled and screamed and
writhed as the tickling continued and the animals seemed unperturbed by the
insane and hysterical laughter of the tickled young woman. The other kitten was
dropped by her armpit and in an instant was lavishing its bristly soft flicky
tongue into the corners of Alice’s armpit trying to peel away the dried on paste
with its tongue.
Part II
The goat was driving its tongue deep between her toes and the edges of its
mouth with the soft rubbery bristles, deeply tickled the edges of her feet
whilst its tongue wandered up and down and around her soles.It was the worst
tickling Alice had ever known she thrashed around but the tickling was so
strong and the ropes so tight she could not move to pull away. She was now far
too preoccupied with her own torment to see what was now happening to Mrs
Kelly. The squaw had stopped tickling her on the anus and was gently feathering
her deep long slit with slow sensual strokes of the deliciously tickly eagle
feather. Two squaws pulled the soaking sweated drenched woman’s head up from the
far side of the horse and pushed a small wooden funnel into Mrs K's mouth. The
other girl then poured a watery wine like liquid into the funnel and Mrs K
drank fully, she was parched from the laughing and hoarse from the screaming
and the liquid put a fire in her belly, even if she was drinking it almost
upside down. The girls carried on filling the funnel and Mrs K kept swallowing
it until she had drank the whole skin of watery wine. Then the feathering began
again and once more she began begging and pleading in between trying to catch
her breath and many moments of insane laughter. Her perineum was actually as
sensitive as her anus and the girls were exploring all over her bottom
crack. Now and again the girls would run the feather or a few fingers down her
legs to tickle behind her knees and ,once or twice to remind her how ticklish
her feet were. But they always soon came back to her bumhole and slit.
Alice was laughing and mewing and pleading for the animals to be dragged off
her but they were too busy feeding, and the two squaws sitting on either side
of her had other ideas for their entertainment and Alice’s torture. The women
had been rooting through the women’s vanity cases and had found several pairs of
tweezers which the girls kept for their eyebrows and facial hair removal. Each
girl was now poised over Alice’s hairy crotch , holding the tweezers and
speaking rapidly as if they were about to commence a race as to who could pull
out the most hair in a certain time. one girl ran her finger down the middle of
Alice’s Moons Venires and touched the top of her slit and the little clitoral
hood as if to divide up the sides and decide who would start where. Which was
exactly what was about to happen. And so at a pre determined call and a yelp
from Alice both sets of tweezers set to work pulling out a few pubic hairs from
Alices rich mound of soft silky brown hair that so far covered her pouting ****
lips and delicate clitoris. The pain from the tweezering mingled with the
maddening tickling, and Alice finally passed out.
When she awoke she found that she had been licked clean of most of the goop
though she could see a few spots still remained. Her body buzzed from the
constant tickling and licking which must have carried on for several hours. In
between her legs felt hot and sore and she was able to raise her head to see
that she had been plucked like a chicken. She then realised that she had been
re-staked out, and her legs were now spread wide apart , with her ankles
fastened to small stakes which were solidly driven into the ground. She could
feel a sort of tingly sensation in her clit but couldn't see the little drop of
red paste which was slowly drying an her clitoris and surrounding hood and
skin. also two small strips were drying out down the lines of her groin which
was completely bald.
She was still lying on her back on the earth floor and she looked up behind her
to see the splayed out form of Mrs Kelly still tied wide apart over the horse.
The squaws were not tickling her but the eagle feather was sticking out of her
anus where it had been planted. Alices head was not far from being directly
under Mrs K's crotch, and she could see MrsK writhing a little in her bonds
even though she was not being tickled at that time.
She could hear the now faint and hoarse pleading and giggling still coming from
Bonita. A fresh team of squaws had replaced the previous girls but there would
be no let up for Bonita. Alice could see a pool of juice that had sunk into the
floor in front of Bonita’s shaved slit which was still splayed wide apart from
the stretching of her legs. Bonita's love juices flowed in a clear slightly
sticky stream from the base of her engorged and aching slit, And her fully
engorged clitoris stuck forward and out almost like a mans equipment though
much smaller and more delicate, and infinitely more sensitive. The girl lying
in front was just casually licking the clit every now and again and Bonita’s
head hung down limply as she moaned and pleaded , only occasionally mustering
the energy to wriggle as and when a set of fingers would quickly tickle up her
sides or a foot girl would increase the pressure on the soles of her feet. One
of the many young Indian women standing around either talking or enjoying the
show would , occasionally walk over and spend five or ten minutes passionately
kissing Bonita on her full lips causing her to swoon.Women could be so
passionate , and so cruel to one another. They knew Bonita would not have
experienced such an intense pleasuring from such cunning and delicate feminine
fingers, a cowpoke couldn't even begin to understand how to arouse a woman, far
less be interested. But these women knew exactly how to arouse a woman, where
all her sensitive spots are, when to stroke and when to stop , where to tickle,
where to lick, and how to bring her to the very edge of cumming then stopping ,
frustrating Bonita in their cruelty, and deriving enormous pleasure from
tormenting and torturing this fine young woman’s body until she was exhausted.
Mary and Suki had been left to observe the proceedings for most of the morning
but now a group of squaws came over to their poles and began untying their feet
from the base of the pole, but only to hoist their legs up high and then re-tie
them to adjoining poles so that they were hanging from their wrists in a most
uncomfortable position whilst their legs were splayed out wide and their
genitals completely accessible to the women now gathered around.
A small funnel was pushed into both girls bum hole and a small quantity of
honey poured in. After about an hour they were untied and led outside where
they were taken to a spot on the edge of the village and their hands tied to a
strong upright post, and their legs were spread out by a wooden pole tied to
each ankle, but otherwise left loose although completely naked. It was a warm
humid day and both girls were sweating a lot. The Indian maids walked a little
distance away except for one who pushed a stick into the mound of sand that
they were standing on. and then stepped back. Instantly a few small red ants
appeared followed by a swarm of small red tickling ants that began to run up
the bound girls legs . Both girls screamed as the insects poured up their legs,
attracted by the scent of the honey oozing slowly from their sticky anus's .
The tickling sensations mixed with the revolt and disgust of having ants
crawling on them , but the ants didn't bite, they just tickled and soon Mary
and Suki were leaping and writhing and gasping and laughing and screaming for
them to be released, but the gathering of women and menfolk just laughed and
chattered at the girls torment. They knew they wouldn't be permanently harmed
but the ants would tickle them relentlessly for the rest of the day until they
had salvaged all the honey from their tight, tickly, butt holes.
And finally they came to Maud, who was a big strong redheaded girl who was well
proportioned with a stunning figure of a 26 year old. She had fought them all
the way and it had taken several of the men folk to tie her and strip her. She
was slid down her pole and her feet, tied at the toes, were fastened to a
simple but strong stake in the ground . Then two squaws had sat down cross
legged and just tickled her feet. And it sent her into hysterical laughter. She
couldn't bear it, she gasped for air, she begged and screamed and pleaded , she
peed herself several times, but the women just laughed and went on just
tickling her feet. They would talk and chatter almost oblivious to Mauds
laughter and tears, then they would giggle , but their fingers just kept
wriggling over Mauds delicious soles and toes and feet and her ankles, and they
just kept tickling her feet. Every hour or so another pair of Indian maids
would squat down and take over, running the soft little pads of their fingers
or their delicate little nails over the bottoms of Mauds feet, and they just
tickled her feet. It was a simple torture but Maud writhed and screamed and
gasped, she cackled insanely, but they just carried on tickling her feet.
And now in the village the air was filled with the sound of cackling and
giggling and hysterical laughter and screams , and begging and pleading and
moans as the women folk of the Redfoot tribe tickle tortured the six women from
Mrs Kelly's travellin'Girlshow.
But each woman being tortured didn't care about the others as thay were far too
busy trying to deal with being tickled themselves.
As the tickling eagle feather danced across Mrs K's perineum and anus she
couldn't hold on to her leaking slit any longer. " Oh let me up please I gotta
go...No don't tickl....Ahh hahahahah ..stop no I can't hold on .. You can't do
this ...hheeehhehe." The Indian girl with the feather signalled to the others.
One of the girls looked at Alice spreadeagled on the ground below Mrs K and
smiled a wicked smile. Then she leant over Alice and began to tickle her ribs
making Alice open her mouth and laugh out loud gasping for air. The other girl
began the most ticklish torment on Jenny Kelly’s pouting slit and crack and with
a moan Mrs K peed herself . A long jet of pee shot out landing all over Alice
who was being mercilessly tickled by the other girl, making her swallow
copious amounts of Mrs K's pee, much to the delight of the surrounding
audience. The girl with the eagle feather seemed to be able to partly control
the muscles by tickling in different places around Mrs K's genitals causing her
to stop and start and to spray in different directions. In all she made Mrs
Kelly spend about ten minutes of humiliating torture emptying her bladder
constantly making her stop and start with a simple flick of the feather, and
laughing uncontrollably as she did it.
The kittens were dropped between Alices thighs and immediately went to work
competing with one another to lick off the small hard drop of goop on Alices
clit and tickling mercilessly down her shaved groin. Their whiskers catching
the insides of Alices tender thighs.
She screamed and thrashed and moaned as the cats tongues lapped her , but was
quickly overcome by the strongest orgasm she had ever experienced as the cats
bristly tongues wiped back and forth over and around her clitty.
The tortures went on all day and into the night, when finally each woman was
released and taken , exhausted, to the river and bathed. They were made to
drink a sweet liquid made of milk cream and honey, and soaked bread cakes, to
restore some of their energy then they were led back to the tent and fastened
to their respective poles , where they all slumped exhausted.
The following morning more Indian maids arrived and it was 'all change' for the
girls as Mary Louise was fastened to the cross bar that Bonita had been
tormented on . Bonita was tied over the horse to have her anus and perineum
tickled, Suki and Alice's feet were tied to stakes and simply foot tickled for
the whole day, Mrs K 's feet were soaked in the red goop ready for the goats
tongue and the kittens, and Maud spent a day being tickled by honey ants. And
so on, each day tickle tortured, sexually frustrated and generally humiliated
until all women had experienced each of the specific tortures. Finally they
were wakened and instead of being strapped to the next tickling frame they were
herded together in the middle of the tent.
They were given more food and drink and then each woman had a soft leather
collar fitted around the neck and a long leather thong attached. Each girl was
led out of the tent and they were tied by their leashes to a stout post in the
centre of the encampment.
After a while the flap of the centre tent was opened and out came six naked
Indian maids looking slightly fearful. Each squaw had been shaved of all pubic
hair and they were each made to lie on bristly cows hide skins that had been
pegged out in the centre of the village. Then each girl meekly allowed her arms
and legs to be staked out until each were spreadeagled on the ground, held
tight by strong stakes driven into the ground. Out of the main tent stepped the
red haired Englishmen who addressed the gathered crowd.
" In the traditional custom , these maids , who have reached the age of
consent, and who are ready to take up their duties with the rest of the women
of the tribe, must endure the initiation tortures so that they will know the
feeling of those who they will be required to attend to over the years to come.
By sunset, each one will know the pleasures and the torments that women can
inflict on other women. It has been agreed by the women of the village that the
captured white women can join in and take their revenge on these squaws before
they are released. Let the torments commence."
And with that the drums began to beat slowly and the white girls were released
from their post and given a maid each. Other Indian women joined them and soon
the air was ringing with the maniacal laughter of six tickled Indian maids, all
begging and screaming in their own tongue. There was no need for an
interpreter. And there was no need for the Indian women to show Mrs Kelly and
her girls what to do . As Mrs K , Bonita, Maud , Suki, Mary, and Alice knew how
to torture a girl in all her sensitive places.
At the end of the day Mrs Kelly and her girls were led back to their caravan,
still naked and still with their collars attached. Each was given a ceremonial
eagle feather dyed red at its base and the women were allowed to leave. They
headed west towards their next town 'Four Feather Falls'. As Mrs K and her
girls drove the horses and wagon away they could still hear the faint sounds of
laughing and screaming as the Indian girls got back down to a ticklish night
for the squaws stretched out on the cow skin hides.
Greenfeather
1997
By Greenfeather.
(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)
1865 saw the biggest transport of settlers across the vast plains of Mid West
America. Whole populations were on the move setting up new towns where they
could. It was a tough life and as always the cattlemen required plenty of
entertainment when they finally reached the towns after weeks or even months in
the wild plains.
Plenty of young women saw an opportunity to make a decent living 'out west'
and this is the story of a band of good time girls and their adventures along
the way.
Mary Louise was a tall blonde Kentucky gal , an orphan who'd found a home with
Mrs Kelly’s Travellin' Girl show. She did a bit of dancing and stripping for the
cowpokes along with the other girls. For a little extra she'd be happy to add
some extra services, even though it was not always so pleasant lying next to
some strong smelling cowboy twice her age. Mrs Kelly looked after her girls and
they shared their things including a large travelling horse drawn caravan ,
which also acted as a travelling home for Mrs Kelly and her five 'girls', and a
small milk goat called Jinny. However she was also a strict one and she made
sure there was no cheatin, as she called it . All income should be shared, each
girl had to do her own chores, and if anyone stepped out of line there would be
punished by Mrs Kelly. There was no point whipping the girls as they would be
marked, and so she had her own way of keeping discipline and she kept a small
set of travelling stocks which she would use in a variety of ways on the girls.
Mary Louise had had a good night. They were leaving town that morning and the
menfolk had been keen to get their moneys worth before the girls left .All the
girls had been busy, all night. Even Mrs Kelly, who was something of a
favourite amongst the older men.
They left town early, headin' west, as always, it was better to get out of town
before the womenfolk started getting fidgety and causing trouble. Leave the men
to sort that out.
It was a hot day and by lunch time they were ready for stoppin'. Jenny Kelly
pulled the wagon under a large tree next to a small water hole and jumped down
from the wagon.
"OK, girls, Alice and Maud, you git some water for the horses, the rest of you
divi up your taking from last night so we can share it out after I've taken the
expenses"
All the girls handed over the cash and coins, but Mary was a little hesitant.
Suki, a small Chinese girl , and Bonita, a tall Mexican brunette looked at
Mary. "where's that big ten dollar note what you got from that big brute last
night huh?"
Mary looked frightened, " I don't know what you mean" she said.
Mrs Kelly looked hard at Mary. "You ain't tryin to hide some from us are you
?".
"Nnnnoo" Stammered Mary, but Mrs Kelly and the other girls weren't convinced. "
I saw you take the money last night" said Suki, and she grabbed Mary's hair and
started pulling it. " well alright ," said Mary " I did get some extra, but
that's mine, I worked for it, I had to lie next that big smelly oaf while he
his hands wandered all over me, a squeezin' and a ticklin'."
And so it was that Mary Louise found herself stripped naked, staked out on the
ground with her feet in the stocks begging and screaming as the girls took
there turn at tickling her. She was so ticklish, and she couldn't bear to be
tickled , but that was her punishment and it had been going on for half an hour
now. She was covered in sweat as Suki and Bonita ran there cunning little
fingers all over the soles of her ticklish feet, and Alice and Maud took turns
feathering her armits and belly.
Mrs Kelly finished her lunch listening to the entertainment of Mary's maniacal
laughter, her screaming and begging for them to stop tickling her, and watching
her soft naked body thrash around under the torment of tickling fingers and
feathers. Girls were always so cruel to each other she thought. They knew all
of Mary's most sensitive spots. Mrs K had one of her own as she sat down next
to the jerking twisting form of the Laughing Mary. "Now Mary you should always
share your takings with us. I'm sure you know that "
" Oh yes" she screamed " ppleasee stopppp ha ha ha , yes I'll never take any
more..ahhggh ha ha ha ha hahahahhah.noooo stop I canttt.hahahahahhhhah...."
"now before we finish with you I think I’d like some fun" and with that she
produced her own small white Goose feather which she held up in front of the
hysterical tickled girl. "let's see if you've got a ticklish **** shall we ?"
and with that she slowly moved the feather down to Mary’s outstretched legs and
gently tickled round the edges of Mary’s labia, visible through the short wispy
blond hair. Mary wriggled a bit and moaned but Mrs K wasn't satisfied. "Maud
fetch some of that there hot water and get me my leg shaving kit, we're gonna
give this gal a little shave so I can tickle her slit properly"
Mary's crotch was lathered up and Suki and Bonita, who were shaved themselves,
shaved her little clump of wispy blond hair, then they dried her off and Mrs K
sat down between Mary’s legs. "Now girl we'll just tickle you up a bit, and
with that she ran the tip of the feather down the soft sensitive exposed slit.
Mary tried to wrench herself away but couldn't as she let out a scream
"Nooo...I can't stand it , No not ... there noo..."
Mrs K continued to tickle Mary's labia with the feather as the other girls
joined in . Suki and Bonita stroked her splayed out feet, whilst Alice and Maud
tickled her armpits, breasts and belly till she was a sobbing screaming,
hysterical mess. all the while Mrs K stroked her feather up and down Mary's
shaved slit, now gently brushing the girls distended clitoris.
"I think we should shave her feet," said Bonita as she picked up the discarded
soap brush and began lathering up her soles, taking special care to brush
between the toes, "hahahahahhhahhah,,stoopppp, noo... IIIcan't
stand...hahahahahahahahaha," Mary bucked and writhed screaming as the girls
continued their tickling torture. "In China," said Suki "we tickle naughty
girls like you for days on end" looking at the hysterical laughing tear soaked
face of Mary staked out in the sand naked and tied and feathered and tickled by
a group of eager women. Bonita took the back of the shaving razor and used it
to "shave off" the soap lather from Mary’s desperately ticklish feet. The
tickling sensations in Mary's feet were unbearable, as she pulled and thrashed
in tickled desperation. And all the while Mrs K slid the goose feather up and
down her slit catching her little tiny clitoris which felt it was the size of
an orange, being tickled by a million ants.
Mary surrendered to a thundering tickling orgasm, her juices squirting all over
the sand, and she peed herself.
Mrs K stood up " That's your lesson for today Mary Louise, come on girls time
to move on , we've got a long way ahead of us and the next towns several days
away."
Mary was untied but lay there exhausted and eventually had to be helped back on
to the wagon. Bonita the wild green eyed Mexican beauty with the jet black hair
grinned at Mary, "such a pretty slit", she said waving the clippings of Mary's
pubes , "and such tickly toes." We gonna have more fun sometime, maybe we put
on a show for the men , maybe we say tie and tickle Mary , 10 bucks an hour.
Mary winced and fell back on her pile of clothes, only thankful that the
terrible tickle torture had stopped.
The wagon rolled out and on into the great wild plains of the mid west.
Alice and Maud were the first to hear the sound that they all dreaded. It
sounded like drums. it would go quiet for a while then they'd start again, but
there was no one in sight.That night they lit a small fire under the shelter of
a large rock.. In the dark they heard the rustling sounds of the night when
there was suddenly a whooping and a screaming and what seemed like hundreds of
naked red Indians running towards them. The girls did not get much more of a
scream out each before each one was grabbed, and a hand quickly held firmly
over their mouths. Leather thongs quickly bound their arms and legs, and bags
were pushed over their heads which muffled their screams and left them
terrified and disoriented. Then they were quickly bundled into the wagon and
driven off at speed into the hills.
Mary awoke to the sound of maniacal laughter from Bonita who was gasping and
begging. It was obvious she was being tickled. She looked around to find that
she was hanging from her wrists in a large tent, secured to a strong wooden
pole that rose vertically from the ground. She was stripped naked and her body
was glistening with sweat as it was devilishly hot. There were several similar
poles in the tent and all six women were there dangling from thick hide straps.
all were naked , and all looked terrified. A crowd of women were standing
around Bonita examining her body, two of the women were busily fastening her
feet to a long cross bar that was in front of her pole, so that her legs were
stretched out at almost 180 degrees. One was running her fingers up and down
Bonita's sides causing the girl to writhe and wriggle, laugh and scream in her
bonds, which the others clearly found most amusing. Jinny the goat was in the
corner on a leash. "at least they haven't slaughtered the poor little goat"
thought Mary , later she would definitely wish that the goat had been eaten but
for now all she could do was whimper. She could hear Mrs Kelly whimpering " oh
God no.. not this...please let us go..oh God no..."
Suddenly the women stopped and huddled away into a corner as a flap of the tent
opened and in stepped ... an Englishman ! "Hallo Ladies, I hope you're not too
comfortable.." and he smiled as he walked over to Mrs Kelly and gave her
nipples a little tickle.
Mrs Kelly was first to speak " Untie us now, how dare you capture us like this,
and you an Englishman too.. what are you going to do with us ?"
The Englishman smiled all the time as Mrs Kelly babbled on , gently teasing her
nipples and stroking her large but surprisingly firm breasts.
"I am not going to do anything to you ..but these ladies are.. " and he
gestured to the gathering of young Indian maids and squaws who were standing
around the edges of the tent. "I'm here by accident really you see, I was
captured myself by the Redfoot tribe, but when they saw my red hair they
pronounced me one of their Chiefs, provided I don't leave. They are a friendly
tribe really, but you wandered on to their territory yesterday without their
permission and under their law you must now be punished. Unfortunately for you
the punishments round here are all carried out by the womenfolk, on account of
them being so much more cruel and ingenious than the men. You wouldn't believe
some of the tortures they have in mind....though you will after a few days when
you will be finally released, to go on your way".
The bound , naked women were stunned by this for a moment, then Alice said " so
they're not going to kill us then ..."
"Oh no!" laughed the Englishman, "Much worse than that!" and he laughed a
horrible laugh which seemed to be understood by the women who all began
laughing with him.
"Well I must be getting back to my own tent, I have a big ceremony to prepare
for and I've got at least six girls to prepare for the show. I'll leave you to
get acquainted with your tormentors, and I look forward to hear your screams
and cackling and begging and moaning over the next few days."
And with that he turned and walked out of the tent to leave the women at the
mercy of the squaws.
The squaws finished tying Bonita by fastening her feet to each end of a long
pole, so that her legs were stretched completely apart and her bare **** was
resting on the top of the pole. Two squaws sat down at either end of the pole
and began to stroke a straw up and down the soles of the tied woman. Gently at
first so that it made Bonita giggle and squirm but it wasn't quite enough to
make her laugh. . " hehehehee ..stop it no hee heeh" Bonita gasped in her
slightly husky voice. The squaws just smiled and carried on gently altering the
pressure and the stroke to keep Bonita in a constantly teased state. Another
girl sat down behind her and began to run her delicate little fingers over
Bonita's sides, touching and teasing her breasts, it was torment but Bonita
thought it was actually quite pleasurable. Then another squaw lay down in front
of her, and pushed her face up to Bonita's outspread **** lips and began to
lick them in a delicious fashion, up and down , up and down, gently tickling
the labia and clitoris with her tickling tongue, " oh oh..no.. stopp.....Oh .."
Bonita gasped and giggled as the waves of gentle maddening tickling mixed with
the waves of exquisite pleasure from the stroking and the licking. Another girl
moved forward and started gently kissing her on the lips, and stroking her bare
underarms. Bonita was now writhing and squirming , giggling and moaning , all in
an increasing rhythm as she began to approach an earth shattering orgasm. But
it was not to be . As Bonita arched her back awaiting to be hit by the most
gorgeous shuddering orgasm, all the squaws stopped their tickling , licking
and stroking. Bonita gasped " Oh..don't stop..I beg of you please ...don't
stop". but the young Indian women giggled and each spread their legs to show
Bonita that they were gently stroking their own little slits. "yes.. yes do
that to me.. please" as she wriggled and squirmed even trying to rub her own
lower lips together in the hope that she could catch her orgasm. But she was
bound tight and she couldn't touch herself. She then realised the torment which
was in store for her. As the girls came back to position themselves, only they
had all moved round one position. The girls at her feet now used their fingers
to tickle and tease her bare soles making Bonita beg for them to stop, but they
didn't. Then the girl behind recommenced tickling her sides and breasts, whilst
the girl in front got back to sucking her clitoris, and the other began
stroking her mouth lips with her soft moist silky tongue.
The other women tied to the posts watched in horror for several hours as Bonita
was tickled and teased into near orgasm only to be left to cool down whilst
having to watch the other girls bringing themselves off. This was the torture
that was to be for Bonita which would last for several days without relief.
There were more than enough squaws to take over from the five girls currently
doing their work, and they seemed to thoroughly enjoy taking their pleasure
whilst denying it to the writhing , and sometimes screaming naked and soaking
Mexican brunette.
Meanwhile, Mrs Kelly was taken down from her post and firmly tied over a wooden
horse. Her feet were tied widely apart and her hands were then secured to her
feet so that her big smooth bottom was nicely raised across the top of the
horse and her cheeks spread widely apart. Now Mrs Kelly had one extremely
sensitive spot on her whole body and that was the small ring around her little
brown anus. There was a small skin tag just between the anal ring and the
perineum which fills the space between the anus and the vagina and she couldn't
stand that part of her being touched... Which was unfortunate for Mrs Kelly as
it was exactly that spot that a young and very pretty, but very cruel Indian
squaw now began to explore. With the most delicate of touches, she began to
circle Mrs K's anus. Mrs K bucked so hard and screamed so loud that all the
women stopped for a moment before they all began laughing and checked her bonds
to make sure she was tied tightly.
Then the squaw pulled a small pointed eagle feather from her hair and leant
down to show it to Mrs Kelly with a most wicked smile on her face.
Mrs Kelly begged and pleaded " Oh God not that ... not there I'll go mad you
don't understand, it's too much for anyone to touch me there..." but it was too
late. The Indian girl stood up and studied the delicate soft skin around the
brown anus of Mrs K then ever so lightly touched the very tip of the feather
onto her perineum and then stepped back. Mrs K bucked like a wild horse and she
screamed so much that the other girls began to get a little frightened, but the
squaw smiled and proceeded to gently tickle the feather round and round , or up
and down , or on and off , over the little patch of amazingly sensitive skin ,
whilst listening to the panting and laughing and hysterical laughter that
erupted from Mrs K, who tore fruitlessly at her bonds but could not escape.
Alice watched in horror. She had been one of the first to be stripped and tied
by these Indian women, who found her delicate white, almost porcelain skin, so
interesting. Unlike the other girls she had been made to stand in a bucket of
strong smelling salty red liquid, which was at the base of her pole. Her feet
had been tied together and her knees had been lashed to the pole so she
couldn't remove them. Her white marbled arms had been hoisted above her head
and some of the red soup had been painted on her armpits which were smooth and
bare of any hair. One of Mrs K's requirements on the tour. Also little blobs of
it had been daubed on her nipples and sides and her belly button. Having the
goop applied by a soggy eagle feather had tickled a bit , especially when they
did round her knees. but when it dried it felt fine and she was pleased it had
not burned or itched as she expected. This had now dried to a hard crust and
Alice began to wonder what was in store for her.
Whilst Mrs K was receiving her feathering, and Bonita was giggling and
pleading, two young Indian women carefully untied Alice from her post and laid
her out on the dry earthen floor. Against two solid looking stakes Mrs K's set
of travelling stocks had been lashed. Alice’s feet were carefully placed in the
stocks. her arms still held above her head were tied back to another stake
driven into the ground and she was then stretched by means of a twisting stick
tightening the rope tied to her wrists.
Two girls sat down on either side of her next to her crotch. Then another squaw
brought over the goat which had been on her lead at the far side of the tent ,
and from her pocket she produced two small kittens. The goat was tethered to
the stocks and immediately began sniffing the red paste on Alice’s feet. The
moment the goats bristly whiskers touched Alice’s skin she squealed with
laughter. " OH noooo...it tickles ...no no stopp..no it tick....!!" but she
couldn't catch her breath to finish as the most insane ticklish sensations
swept up her body as the goats raspy bristly tongue and lips began to nibble
and lick at her bare soles and feet. She begged and screamed and pleaded for
them to stop but it became much worse when the kittens soft paws landed on her
belly and the cats tongue began to lick around one of the spots of goop.It was
exquisite and unbearable torture and Alice shook and wriggled and screamed and
writhed as the tickling continued and the animals seemed unperturbed by the
insane and hysterical laughter of the tickled young woman. The other kitten was
dropped by her armpit and in an instant was lavishing its bristly soft flicky
tongue into the corners of Alice’s armpit trying to peel away the dried on paste
with its tongue.
Part II
The goat was driving its tongue deep between her toes and the edges of its
mouth with the soft rubbery bristles, deeply tickled the edges of her feet
whilst its tongue wandered up and down and around her soles.It was the worst
tickling Alice had ever known she thrashed around but the tickling was so
strong and the ropes so tight she could not move to pull away. She was now far
too preoccupied with her own torment to see what was now happening to Mrs
Kelly. The squaw had stopped tickling her on the anus and was gently feathering
her deep long slit with slow sensual strokes of the deliciously tickly eagle
feather. Two squaws pulled the soaking sweated drenched woman’s head up from the
far side of the horse and pushed a small wooden funnel into Mrs K's mouth. The
other girl then poured a watery wine like liquid into the funnel and Mrs K
drank fully, she was parched from the laughing and hoarse from the screaming
and the liquid put a fire in her belly, even if she was drinking it almost
upside down. The girls carried on filling the funnel and Mrs K kept swallowing
it until she had drank the whole skin of watery wine. Then the feathering began
again and once more she began begging and pleading in between trying to catch
her breath and many moments of insane laughter. Her perineum was actually as
sensitive as her anus and the girls were exploring all over her bottom
crack. Now and again the girls would run the feather or a few fingers down her
legs to tickle behind her knees and ,once or twice to remind her how ticklish
her feet were. But they always soon came back to her bumhole and slit.
Alice was laughing and mewing and pleading for the animals to be dragged off
her but they were too busy feeding, and the two squaws sitting on either side
of her had other ideas for their entertainment and Alice’s torture. The women
had been rooting through the women’s vanity cases and had found several pairs of
tweezers which the girls kept for their eyebrows and facial hair removal. Each
girl was now poised over Alice’s hairy crotch , holding the tweezers and
speaking rapidly as if they were about to commence a race as to who could pull
out the most hair in a certain time. one girl ran her finger down the middle of
Alice’s Moons Venires and touched the top of her slit and the little clitoral
hood as if to divide up the sides and decide who would start where. Which was
exactly what was about to happen. And so at a pre determined call and a yelp
from Alice both sets of tweezers set to work pulling out a few pubic hairs from
Alices rich mound of soft silky brown hair that so far covered her pouting ****
lips and delicate clitoris. The pain from the tweezering mingled with the
maddening tickling, and Alice finally passed out.
When she awoke she found that she had been licked clean of most of the goop
though she could see a few spots still remained. Her body buzzed from the
constant tickling and licking which must have carried on for several hours. In
between her legs felt hot and sore and she was able to raise her head to see
that she had been plucked like a chicken. She then realised that she had been
re-staked out, and her legs were now spread wide apart , with her ankles
fastened to small stakes which were solidly driven into the ground. She could
feel a sort of tingly sensation in her clit but couldn't see the little drop of
red paste which was slowly drying an her clitoris and surrounding hood and
skin. also two small strips were drying out down the lines of her groin which
was completely bald.
She was still lying on her back on the earth floor and she looked up behind her
to see the splayed out form of Mrs Kelly still tied wide apart over the horse.
The squaws were not tickling her but the eagle feather was sticking out of her
anus where it had been planted. Alices head was not far from being directly
under Mrs K's crotch, and she could see MrsK writhing a little in her bonds
even though she was not being tickled at that time.
She could hear the now faint and hoarse pleading and giggling still coming from
Bonita. A fresh team of squaws had replaced the previous girls but there would
be no let up for Bonita. Alice could see a pool of juice that had sunk into the
floor in front of Bonita’s shaved slit which was still splayed wide apart from
the stretching of her legs. Bonita's love juices flowed in a clear slightly
sticky stream from the base of her engorged and aching slit, And her fully
engorged clitoris stuck forward and out almost like a mans equipment though
much smaller and more delicate, and infinitely more sensitive. The girl lying
in front was just casually licking the clit every now and again and Bonita’s
head hung down limply as she moaned and pleaded , only occasionally mustering
the energy to wriggle as and when a set of fingers would quickly tickle up her
sides or a foot girl would increase the pressure on the soles of her feet. One
of the many young Indian women standing around either talking or enjoying the
show would , occasionally walk over and spend five or ten minutes passionately
kissing Bonita on her full lips causing her to swoon.Women could be so
passionate , and so cruel to one another. They knew Bonita would not have
experienced such an intense pleasuring from such cunning and delicate feminine
fingers, a cowpoke couldn't even begin to understand how to arouse a woman, far
less be interested. But these women knew exactly how to arouse a woman, where
all her sensitive spots are, when to stroke and when to stop , where to tickle,
where to lick, and how to bring her to the very edge of cumming then stopping ,
frustrating Bonita in their cruelty, and deriving enormous pleasure from
tormenting and torturing this fine young woman’s body until she was exhausted.
Mary and Suki had been left to observe the proceedings for most of the morning
but now a group of squaws came over to their poles and began untying their feet
from the base of the pole, but only to hoist their legs up high and then re-tie
them to adjoining poles so that they were hanging from their wrists in a most
uncomfortable position whilst their legs were splayed out wide and their
genitals completely accessible to the women now gathered around.
A small funnel was pushed into both girls bum hole and a small quantity of
honey poured in. After about an hour they were untied and led outside where
they were taken to a spot on the edge of the village and their hands tied to a
strong upright post, and their legs were spread out by a wooden pole tied to
each ankle, but otherwise left loose although completely naked. It was a warm
humid day and both girls were sweating a lot. The Indian maids walked a little
distance away except for one who pushed a stick into the mound of sand that
they were standing on. and then stepped back. Instantly a few small red ants
appeared followed by a swarm of small red tickling ants that began to run up
the bound girls legs . Both girls screamed as the insects poured up their legs,
attracted by the scent of the honey oozing slowly from their sticky anus's .
The tickling sensations mixed with the revolt and disgust of having ants
crawling on them , but the ants didn't bite, they just tickled and soon Mary
and Suki were leaping and writhing and gasping and laughing and screaming for
them to be released, but the gathering of women and menfolk just laughed and
chattered at the girls torment. They knew they wouldn't be permanently harmed
but the ants would tickle them relentlessly for the rest of the day until they
had salvaged all the honey from their tight, tickly, butt holes.
And finally they came to Maud, who was a big strong redheaded girl who was well
proportioned with a stunning figure of a 26 year old. She had fought them all
the way and it had taken several of the men folk to tie her and strip her. She
was slid down her pole and her feet, tied at the toes, were fastened to a
simple but strong stake in the ground . Then two squaws had sat down cross
legged and just tickled her feet. And it sent her into hysterical laughter. She
couldn't bear it, she gasped for air, she begged and screamed and pleaded , she
peed herself several times, but the women just laughed and went on just
tickling her feet. They would talk and chatter almost oblivious to Mauds
laughter and tears, then they would giggle , but their fingers just kept
wriggling over Mauds delicious soles and toes and feet and her ankles, and they
just kept tickling her feet. Every hour or so another pair of Indian maids
would squat down and take over, running the soft little pads of their fingers
or their delicate little nails over the bottoms of Mauds feet, and they just
tickled her feet. It was a simple torture but Maud writhed and screamed and
gasped, she cackled insanely, but they just carried on tickling her feet.
And now in the village the air was filled with the sound of cackling and
giggling and hysterical laughter and screams , and begging and pleading and
moans as the women folk of the Redfoot tribe tickle tortured the six women from
Mrs Kelly's travellin'Girlshow.
But each woman being tortured didn't care about the others as thay were far too
busy trying to deal with being tickled themselves.
As the tickling eagle feather danced across Mrs K's perineum and anus she
couldn't hold on to her leaking slit any longer. " Oh let me up please I gotta
go...No don't tickl....Ahh hahahahah ..stop no I can't hold on .. You can't do
this ...hheeehhehe." The Indian girl with the feather signalled to the others.
One of the girls looked at Alice spreadeagled on the ground below Mrs K and
smiled a wicked smile. Then she leant over Alice and began to tickle her ribs
making Alice open her mouth and laugh out loud gasping for air. The other girl
began the most ticklish torment on Jenny Kelly’s pouting slit and crack and with
a moan Mrs K peed herself . A long jet of pee shot out landing all over Alice
who was being mercilessly tickled by the other girl, making her swallow
copious amounts of Mrs K's pee, much to the delight of the surrounding
audience. The girl with the eagle feather seemed to be able to partly control
the muscles by tickling in different places around Mrs K's genitals causing her
to stop and start and to spray in different directions. In all she made Mrs
Kelly spend about ten minutes of humiliating torture emptying her bladder
constantly making her stop and start with a simple flick of the feather, and
laughing uncontrollably as she did it.
The kittens were dropped between Alices thighs and immediately went to work
competing with one another to lick off the small hard drop of goop on Alices
clit and tickling mercilessly down her shaved groin. Their whiskers catching
the insides of Alices tender thighs.
She screamed and thrashed and moaned as the cats tongues lapped her , but was
quickly overcome by the strongest orgasm she had ever experienced as the cats
bristly tongues wiped back and forth over and around her clitty.
The tortures went on all day and into the night, when finally each woman was
released and taken , exhausted, to the river and bathed. They were made to
drink a sweet liquid made of milk cream and honey, and soaked bread cakes, to
restore some of their energy then they were led back to the tent and fastened
to their respective poles , where they all slumped exhausted.
The following morning more Indian maids arrived and it was 'all change' for the
girls as Mary Louise was fastened to the cross bar that Bonita had been
tormented on . Bonita was tied over the horse to have her anus and perineum
tickled, Suki and Alice's feet were tied to stakes and simply foot tickled for
the whole day, Mrs K 's feet were soaked in the red goop ready for the goats
tongue and the kittens, and Maud spent a day being tickled by honey ants. And
so on, each day tickle tortured, sexually frustrated and generally humiliated
until all women had experienced each of the specific tortures. Finally they
were wakened and instead of being strapped to the next tickling frame they were
herded together in the middle of the tent.
They were given more food and drink and then each woman had a soft leather
collar fitted around the neck and a long leather thong attached. Each girl was
led out of the tent and they were tied by their leashes to a stout post in the
centre of the encampment.
After a while the flap of the centre tent was opened and out came six naked
Indian maids looking slightly fearful. Each squaw had been shaved of all pubic
hair and they were each made to lie on bristly cows hide skins that had been
pegged out in the centre of the village. Then each girl meekly allowed her arms
and legs to be staked out until each were spreadeagled on the ground, held
tight by strong stakes driven into the ground. Out of the main tent stepped the
red haired Englishmen who addressed the gathered crowd.
" In the traditional custom , these maids , who have reached the age of
consent, and who are ready to take up their duties with the rest of the women
of the tribe, must endure the initiation tortures so that they will know the
feeling of those who they will be required to attend to over the years to come.
By sunset, each one will know the pleasures and the torments that women can
inflict on other women. It has been agreed by the women of the village that the
captured white women can join in and take their revenge on these squaws before
they are released. Let the torments commence."
And with that the drums began to beat slowly and the white girls were released
from their post and given a maid each. Other Indian women joined them and soon
the air was ringing with the maniacal laughter of six tickled Indian maids, all
begging and screaming in their own tongue. There was no need for an
interpreter. And there was no need for the Indian women to show Mrs Kelly and
her girls what to do . As Mrs K , Bonita, Maud , Suki, Mary, and Alice knew how
to torture a girl in all her sensitive places.
At the end of the day Mrs Kelly and her girls were led back to their caravan,
still naked and still with their collars attached. Each was given a ceremonial
eagle feather dyed red at its base and the women were allowed to leave. They
headed west towards their next town 'Four Feather Falls'. As Mrs K and her
girls drove the horses and wagon away they could still hear the faint sounds of
laughing and screaming as the Indian girls got back down to a ticklish night
for the squaws stretched out on the cow skin hides.
Greenfeather
1997
