2 comments/ 63516 views/ 10 favorites Beeba! By: stevehaywood The wind knocked Paul over before he could pull the sail down. Jeff grabbed Paul's arm with his long slender fingers and pulled him toward him into the cabin below. "Forget it, Paul," Jeff said, as he carefully led Paul down the steps which were awash with the steady pounding rains, "it's not worth it now." Jeff sat Paul down next to Steve who was awakening from a drunken stupor. "Hey," Steve lazily said, rubbing his large hands over his tanned face and Roman nose, "what the heck's going on up there?" He tossed back his long blonde hair and looked up at Jeff. "It's a storm, you dickhead!" Jeff spouted at him, the veins popping in his temples. Jeff's full lips quivered as he ran his hands through his thick dark hair and then across his sculpted t-shirted chest. He looked down at his long bare toes and watched as the sleeting waters danced across them, in this small cabin lit only by a battery powered latern. The storm and night skies made it nearly impossible to see much else. Paul cowered on the small couch pulling his long legs and big bare feet towards his chest. He shivered in his white slacks and navy blue t-shirt. He rubbed the slight bump on his shaven head with his long contoured fingers. His blue eyes looked up at Jeff and Jeff knew instinctively what Paul was thinking. "It'll stop soon," Jeff said assuringly, "it has got to." The three self-taught sailors huddled in the cabin, and began to silently pray that there small yacht would survive this most violent Pacific ocean storm. Bang! Bang! BANG! The first noises coincided with the vessel's crashing and bouncing off what sounded like a large rock or boulder. The last sounded like a loud bomb had went off on the deck. Jeff looked up the stairway. The sail had completely fallen. One good thing, and perhaps the only good thing at the time was that the boat had now apparently crashed ashore. Paul looked at Jeff. "Do you think we should try to leave the boat now." "No-no," Jeff said with hesitation in his voice. "We are beached. Where? I don't know. But let's at least wait until the storm dies off." Hours later the three men emerged from the wreckage of their yacht to access the damage, and also to see where they were. Dawn had just arrived and so they took quick advantage of the welcoming daylight. "Good God!" Jeff said. "It's a bloody mess up here!" He was about to step further when he yelled down to Paul. "Toss me up my docksiders. Do not walk barefoot up here!" All three 30-ish men walked slowly off the boat and onto the white sands, in their boat shoes. They looked back at the yacht in disbelief, and then looked forward at the island. It was a lush place. Beyond the white sands, were thick green palm and cocoanut trees and even some oak trees. "Where the hell do you think we are?" Steve asked. "I have absolutely no clue," Jeff answered, his dark eyes almost tearing, but beginning to reflect the burgeoning sunshine. The storm was over, and welcoming warm and somewhat balmy weather was approaching. "BEEBA!" "What the fuck?" Steve stopped moving forward up the shore. He looked into the thick forest. All of the men froze. Paul looked at Jeff. "A woman's voice?" "BEEBA!" the wild cry came again. "Beeba?" Steve asked. "Natives?" Then the men saw them. They were nearly twenty in number. And they were women. Long-legged, tanned, shapely, full-breasted women. That was plain to see right away. And they wore short white tunic-like skirts around their waists. Their thick long shiny hair, some blondes, some brunettes, was pulled back and tied at the tops of their heads into one long sweeping tail. Their cheekbones reigned high, their vivid eyes sparkled and were self-assured. Their breasts were full and round and totally naked and in view. They appeared to need little or no support to keep them from relaxing into a droop. These women had tits! "Holy fucking tit-factory!" Steve grinned and salivated. Jeff and Paul did not display the same sexual excitement at the sight of the women, though Paul did say, "they are specimens, but what the hell…?" "Yeah," Jeff agreed, "who are they? Where are we?" The women got closer and now the men could see that the women also had what appeared to be small animal skin pouches hanging on the sides of their tunics. The women smiled amazingly bright and white teeth at the men. Their eyes were vivid and bright and their faces, albeit lovely to the men, were filled with a fierce ecstasy. They looked at the men just as if they had just found long-sought hidden treasures. "Beeba!" a raven-haired woman exclaimed with a enormous smile at Steve, as she stroked his face with her long finger-nailed hand. Steve smiled from ear to ear and leaned back showing his swimmer's body in his muscle t-shirt and beige walking shorts. The woman and some of the others laughed and looked him over from head to toe. Their looks lingered on his docksider shoes. Steve laughed, "you ladies never saw shoes before, eh?" He took one off and showed it to the raven-haired beauty. "See?" The women murmured, not looking at all at the shoe Steve removed, but at his long-toed high-arched size 12 bare foot. Steve chucked and turned to look at Paul and Jeff. "Feet? They like feet!" Steve slipped the docksider back on. By now the other women were surrounding the men and beginning to touch and feel the men's arms, shoulders and chests. "Okay, okay ladies," Steve said with hands raised, "let's not get carried away! You ---" Before he could finish five women were surrounding him, just as the others were feeling Jeff and Paul, beginning to pinch and prod and tickle their rib cages, their legs, their butts and genitals. "Mmmm, beeba!" the women exclaimed as they explored the men. All three men began to fight in earnest to get away from the molestation. What may have seemed like it could be a pleasurable thing in fantasy now seemed quite frightening given the scary situation they had just come through, the storm, and being washed onto a strange – very strange – island! Jeff noticed one of the blonde beauties dipping two of her satiny fingers into her tunic pouch. He looked down to see a whitish powder on her fingers. Without warning it was in his mouth and he had absorbed whatever it was. The same happened to Steve and Paul. The women stood back and looked at the men's crotches, still covered by their clothing. Erections! Full and long and hard as could be! And almost in an instant! The men were also looking down at their crotches. Steve looked at Jeff and Paul and said, "I have to admit, I was kind of getting hard to begin with, but this is the hardest cock I think I have ever had in my life!" "Mmmmm, beeba!" various women said over and over again as they quickly bound the men's wrists together in front of them, with soft bamboo binding. Then they secured the tied wrists with another cord around the men's waists. There was enough slack on this cord to pull the men forward and into the deep thick brush awaiting ahead. Jeff shook his head and blinked his eyes as he surveyed his bondage as well as Steve and Paul's. "What the…? What was in that powder? I feel incredibly strong, and yet totally helpless….what the hell?" The women laughed and the blonde one standing on his left covered his mouth, then waved her finger in front of him. She wanted silence. The women flanked the men sides, front and back, as they led them deeper into the island. As they marched, the men appeared understandably frightened, shocked and intrigued all at once, their brows furrowed and eyes narrowed at their situations, all the while their hard cocks had not lost any rigidness at all. 'A form of Viagra?' Jeff thought. There were sounds ahead, getting more distinct and much louder as they moved further ahead. Paul looked at Jeff and quietly said, "men?" He heard the sound of men. Yes, it sounded much like men. The sound of men…laughing. Steve sighed loudly and long, "ohhh, shit!" "What?" Jeff asked. "I – I don't want to say, I – " A woman poked Steve in the ribs, and another poked Jeff. "Beeba shush!" The message was clear: be quiet men! But all three men could not remain silent when they actually saw the men the laughter was coming from, and even more women! "Holy fuckin' Amazons!" That was Steve. There in the lush green clearing, surrounded by finely crafted bamboo huts and various pots, tables, rudimentary tools and chairs, were at least thirty young to middle-aged men, all naked and bound, spread-eagled, with silken cords to seven-foot long two-foot wide beds made of rope, cord and bamboo frame, and just a foot off the sandy grounds. Their wrists were bound above their heads. Their ankles, spaced as far apart as the beds would allow, bound to the base of the roped beds. Most male feet hung slightly off the edges as many of the men were clearly tall. There were about four Amazons to each man, one at each ribcage, and one at each bare foot. Jeff's eyes widened in horror as they passed a long handsome red-haired man laughing hysterically as the Amazons rapidly tickled his ribs and bare feet, with their long-nailed, long fingers. And Jeff noted that this man's cock was nearly ten inches long and throbbing wildly and hard against his naked taut skin. The raven-haired Amazon stopped and pulled Jeff near the man when she apparently noted Jeff looking at him. "Beeba? See?" she asked Jeff. "He beeba! You beeba, too!" "You know English?" Jeff asked her. The raven-haired beauty smiled at him, with raised eyebrows and led him further into a hut. Three other Amazons followed them into the hut. The same happened to Paul and Steve in other nearby huts. They almost brutally threw Jeff to the floor of the hut, a floor covered in silky materials and also from which were four small wooden posts. The Amazons pulled Jeff's t-shirt and shorts from his body, and then his boxers. They briefly eyed his eight inch cock before the raven haired Amazon looked at the blonde and brunette at Jeff's feet and said, "Cue beeba!" The blonde slowly lifted Jeff's left leg by his sleek ankle and closed her eyes and smiled deeply. The other Amazons murmured and fingered themselves. Then the blonde let her lovely fingers gingerly dip inside the back of his docksider to carefully slide the shoe from his bare foot. "Ah!" the women loudly sighed. "Beeba! Beeba-beeba-meat!" They were ecstatic over the site of his long well-pedicured high-arched, long-toed foot. Jeff did take care of his feet and he did like it when Monica, his ex, stroked his bare soles as he lie on the couch. Once she even sucked his toes in bed, and he got off on that. But he clearly could not believe the intensity with which these Amazons were marveling over his bare left foot! And he heard the word, "meat." They knew English! At least some English. The blonde flicked her tongue across the length of his bare sole. He flinched and bucked. It most certainly did tickle. Though, he didn't recall that his feet were this ticklish before. The white powder? What was in that? He was still incredibly hard, and every inch of him felt incredibly sensitive. Then there was that strange mix of being strong, but powerless. He knew that. He felt an overpowering urge to punch his way out of the hut, and yet he almost felt paralyzed. Within seconds, the Amazons had him secured, by wrists and ankles, to the posts in the ground. Another woman removed his right shoe and a second chorus of sighs went up. Jeff stared at the ceiling of the hut, then closed his eyes and breathed deep. When he opened his eyes, the raven haired beauty was smiling evilly into his face. "Beeba know what to happen? Huh?" she said as she trailed a long finger down his bare chest. "Tickle is for beeba. That what lay-dees do to beeba." "I can't stop you," Jeff sighed. The Amazons giggled, and a blonde haired one chuckled aloud in a deeper voice, "ooh, stop-stop-stop…no, no, tickle...stop, stop, stop…" Jeff looked at her and said, "you know sarcasm here, too. You are obviously imitating one of those poor men out there your fellow amazons are torturing to death." The women shrugged and then it began. "Oh God, no, no, no, it-it does, it is incredibly sensi---oh NO! PLEASE! PLEASE! Haaa-heeee! Ha-ha-ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha-hee! Ha-ha-ha-ha-heee-ha-ho-ha-heee…." Jeff's entire body was more sensitive than it ever had been in his life. And these women showed absolutely no mercy. Each woman at each bare foot was scribbling rapidly every finger across his arches, toes and heels. Through his agony, he couldn't imagine why even his firm bare heels were so sensitive. 'What was in the powder?' Two women at his rib cage watched him laugh and one was actually drooling while delighting in his hearty male laughter and his convulsing torso. But the women at his ribcage spent more time watching Jeff's feet get tickled. And one of the rib-tickling woman was the raven haired beauty who led him into the hut to begin with. She spoke out to the Amazon at Jeff's left foot. "Kula's turn! You do beeba ribs!" The Amazon at Jeff's left foot rolled her eyes and scoffed, but relented, and they switched places. The new left-foot tickler lay on her taut tummy, on the floor and used her teeth against his bare sole, particularly in the arch area. She rapidly rubbed both upper and lower jaws against his smooth silky arch which nearly drove Jeff insane. So hysterical was he, that his laughter stopped as if stuck deep in his throat, while his face turned beet red. Then, suddenly he expelled a roar of a male laugh which tumbled out and seemed to vibrate the entire hut. The Amazons' eyes widened as they looked at his intensively laughing face. "He good beeba laugh!" Kula remarked. She returned to tickling with her teeth, this time over his long shapely toes. His toe nails were remarkably clean and clear and Kula seemed to be lost in a trance a few times as she stopped sucking and tickling just to look at the toes. Then, she resumed the tickle torment by using her fingers while sucking on his second toe, which was slightly longer than the big toe. She tickled the top of his foot as well, rapidly running her torturous fingernails across the tendons. Then she looked up to see a bit of semen escaping from his enormous cock head. Through all the tickling, Jeff had never lost that raging hardon. "Juba!" Kula called to the rib-tickler on Jeff's right. "Pot!" Juba returned with a small clay vessel and placed it near Jeff's cock. Kula began to pull and massage the skin around Jeff's big toe nail away from the nail, and so did the Amazon at Jeff's right foot. The rib-ticklers continued to tickle away and Jeff laughed heartily but he was able to manage a few "whews!" and "woohoos!" as he apparently began to feel highly charged when Kula and the other one began that incredible big toe manipulation. Suddenly, he lifted his torso up then down, then up and down again, and wham! A spurt of thick white semen flew up which Juba quickly caught in the clay vessel. Another spurt! And more of his hearty laughing. Another spurt! More laughing and finally a long spurt and a very loud, "oh God!" Jeff's eyes rolled back into their sockets, he shook, and laughed and shook. The women stopped their tickling and passed the vessel containing Jeff's semen amongst themselves. They inhaled Jeff's scent from the vessel while eyeing his face, his tear stained, weary-eyed face. Every second or so, he would involuntarily shudder and he would glance down at his still raging hardon! 'Why was it still so hard?' The Amazons set the vessel aside then returned to work on Jeff. "Oh, please, please no more," he pleaded. "I beg you. You will kill me!" But the women just smiled at him and each returned to their original positions around his naked body. This time, however, each woman had removed her skirt. The rib-ticklers went back to tracing mad circles around his rib cage, but the women at his vulnerable feet, licked and sucked on each and every one of his toes, before masturbating herself with his big toes. When the foot women were fully satisfied, the rib-ticklers took their place and proceeded to do the same with Jeff's bare feet as the women who had orgasmed. However, this time, no one was tickling Jeff's ribs. Kula and another Amazon were at his feet, pleasuring themselves, when Kula said, "need beeba tickle laugh." So she reached around and under and rapidly tickled his bare left foot with her rapid-fire fingers. She achieved her purpose. Jeff laughed hysterically and begged hysterically. And Kula orgasmed. Moments later, alone and still spread-eagled in the hut, Jeff wearily listened to the continuing sound of hysterical male howling laughter. 'God!' he thought to himself, 'how long will they tickle those men? They are savages!' Jeff watched his erect cock begin to soften. 'Finally,' he thought. And yet he recalled his phenomenal orgasm as the women tickled him and manipulated the soft supple skin around his toe nails. He wondered how they achieved that. How they knew to massage the toes in such a way as to cause such pleasure. He knew it was pleasurable before the orgasm, but even moreso afterwards. The male laughter began to subside outside and was slowly replaced by sighing, orgasmic sighing. Jeff wondered if the Amazons were handling the males' toes as they handled his, bringing them to orgasm through big toe manipulation. Suddenly, a woman in a lab coat entered the hut! "Well," the attractive brunette wearing spectacles said, "and who are you?" "My – my name is Jeff – you – you…" "I'm not a native here, no," she laughed. "In fact, I stumbled onto this island just like you and your fine looking friends did. And I'm a doctor, and I will be checking you over, running some tests and seeing what we have here." She bent down to take his pulse, and listen to his heart beat. She, too had her hair pulled back and away from her face, a brilliant sweeping tail flowing from the top of her head like a crown, like the other women on the island. "I know," she said. "I can see your eyes that you have more questions. I can't answer them all, except to say that I am in total alliance with the women of this island. I am one of them, and you men, should thank your lucky stars for that!" "I – I am not sure…" Jeff stuttered. "Well, let's just say that the only way the women here could control the males prior to my coming here was through the beeba powder." "What? Oh, that stuff they stuck in our mouths…" "Yes," she chuckled. "Oh, they'll still use it, but not as often as they used to. If they use it regularly, well, you guys, well….let's just say what I brought them works much, much better." "What?" Jeff hesitated, as she began to extract his blood from a vein in his right arm, with a hypo. "What is better?" "Oh, you'll see my sweet." Jeff shut his eyes. A woman in power calling him 'my sweet,' that was bothersome. She was, indeed, one of them! "May I ask you one more question?" Jeff whispered. "Yes, my pet. Go ahead," she said as she capped his blood in a test tube. "Do you live here all of the time?" She laughed. "No. I come and go, but am here as much as I possibly can be." Jeff searched her eyes. "If you are thinking I will tell you how I come and go from the island, you've got another thing coming!" She capped the test tube full of his blood and popped it into her lab coat pocket. Then she sat at his bare feet. "Ah, nice!" she said as her fingers gingerly roamed Jeff's soles. He squirmed, "you like to tickle, too?" "You know, I always did, but I didn't realize just how much I enjoyed it until I came here. The Amazons have taught me the true uses of the human male. Subjugation coupled with male laughter are true aphrodisiacs for women. There is something incredibly hot about a man squirming in distress as he laughs his rear end off. And male bare feet," she exclaimed while tracing her fingers across his arches, "they are truly made for tickling…so big and well formed, and soft. They're the one area of a man that is almost as vulnerable as his testicles. And once I learned how they could be used to get a man off, that did it for me!" She bent down to suck on the second toe of his left foot. Beeba! Ch. 02 Men were not always tossed into the exact cage they had been in previous nights, and each cage could hold two males. The cages were made of bamboo and about 7 feet high and 7 feet wide. Jeff and Martin happened to be doubled in the same cage on this warm balmy evening. Jeff immediately fell to the cottony strips of fabric on the sands of the cage. "Good Lord," he said in a faint whisper. "Is that all these women want from us? Tickling our feet and procuring our sperm?" Martin, who likewise lie on his share of the fabrics, said, "I guess you are new and don't know the story." Jeff turned to him. "Finally! Can you tell me what the fuck is going on here?" "Since my charming wife, Madame deSade, has a big mouth, I learned a lot more than I think most men who've been enslaved here have," Martin began. "I am not sure of the origin of these savage ticklers, but I think they may have been young girls who crash-landed here years ago. There were men who tried to take advantage of them, and raped them, and the guys were summarily killed, I believe, but not purposefully. The leader of the men was apparently very angry every time one of the young things tickled him to try and get them off of their bodies, and damn," Martin cried, "I can understand that! Anyway, somehow, they stumbled upon this sappy substance out of one of the big trees on the island, and they found out it could immoblize a man, and they also found out it could make him extremely horny. Whether the men found it or the girls, I don't know." "The beeba powder?" Jeff asked. Martin grimaced and closed his eyes, "yeah, beeba! How I hate that word! And they found it could be boosted with the men's semen." "So," Jeff said, "that's what they do with our sperm?" "Well, yes, I believe so," Martin answered. "But, there are some pregnant Amazons here. I do think Aureila is helping them conceive young Amazons to continue this abomination of female dominated rule." Jeff squinted. "They are appropriating our sperm to.....Good Lord!" "I know," Martin sighed. "And the mad scientist is helping them." "Your wife?" Martin nodded. "She took to this life like a fly to dogshit." Jeff smiled. He was somehow relieved to hear that the man had some sense of humor given his awful plight of being imprisoned by these mad tickling Amazons and his own wife. "What-what happened," Jeff stammered. "to the other men who once lived here, those first men..." "I suspect they died laughing," Martin said calmly. "Tickled to death, poor bastards. At least Aureila has at least stopped the Amazons from using the beeba powder all the time on us. You know it wears a man down. Too much is fatal." "And, I get the feeling, from what your wife said," Jeff continued, "that she comes and goes from this island. How?" "The same way I got here," Martin explained. "There is a strip of land perfect for landing a small twin engine plane. Fuck! How I wish I never landed here. I curse that day!" "And- and," Jeff continued, "she comes and goes for medical supplies and such?" "Yes," Martin said as he rolled over and lie facing Jeff's side, " but she leaves with more than what she brings here." "Huh?" "She is selling that stuff to her fierce-thinking feminist friends," Martin said. "I just know it. I think that is another reason she doesn't let it get used up on us. She is making big cash on the beeba powder, and I just know that in the States, there has now got to be a growing group of men who have been enslaved by their mistresses, wives and whatnot, and they are going through the same ticklish torment we do here, every single fuckin' day!" "I....I...look, someone has got to be looking for all of us," Jeff cried silently. "They'll find us. They have to!" "I want to believe that, too, my friend," Martin said as he hugged his fellow tickle-slave, "but it's been three years now, for me." Jeff closed his eyes. "Three years. Three years of beeba, tickling and milking. I don't know if I can survive." "Aureila believes this island is surrounded by a force field," Martin said. "She said the island is only visible at a certain peak time of the day. She always returns at the same time of day, too. She believes that is why no searchers have ever found us or this island. And may God have mercy on any other men who find this place!" "And I will tell you something else," Martin said as he curled his naked toes against Jeff's bare sole. "Aureila thinks these women are from another planet." Jeff oddly did not move his foot away from Martin's. The warmth of Martin's feet was comforting and a perfect change from the wicked tickling fingers of the Amazons. The men were silent for a few moments. Jeff spoke again. "Ever notice how they don't smile or giggle or laugh when they are tickling us?" "What do you mean?" "Well, when people laugh, generally, sometimes it is contagious and others start at least smiling or chuckling. But the whole time they tickle our feet and whatnot, they are intensely staring, staring at our soles and toes and our faces and cocks. Never breaking. They do smile, but it's always that bloody evil smile." "It's the torture," Martin explained. "The subjugation of the male sex. They enjoy it." "I understood from what you said how they got more into tickling from driving that rapist insane, but still....tickling...." Martin patted Jeff's shoulder. "Try to sleep. You need the rest." One afternoon and from a short distance, the men in their cages could see the Amazons working with oak tree trunks and rudimentary tools. Later in the evening that same day, after the usual varying routines of exercise, tickling and even some cock-riding sex on a few of the males, (the ones that Martin once explained to Jeff had been sterilized) the males found themselves marched to a clearing in the island forest where the Amazons had been working with the oak wood. As they approached, the men, all of whom had their hands tied in front of them, saw exactly forty upright wooden poles, sunken into the ground. Lit torches were placed all around to light the area. Each male was tied, back against the smooth rounded poles, hands above his head. Apprehensive male faces were all around. Jeff looked for Martin and he too, looked puzzled and worried. This was something new. The Amazons backed up and sat on the grassy ground, several feet away from the bound naked males. Then Aureila entered the clearing, along with two very well dressed middle-aged women. These new women wore silk slinky bright pink and yellow dresses that clung to their well formed, perky breasted bodies, and floppy hats that partly covered their high cheek-boned faces. "Mmmmmmmmm, Aureila!" one of the new women sighed, as if in heat. "Male meat! Delicious!" "Succulent!" the other women said. "Let me at them all. Mmmmm...." The two new women began to slowly walk in front of the bound naked studs, surveying the men's taut long bodies. And even these two civilized women took special note of the men's big bare feet. Just from those observations, all of the men knew that these two newcomers knew what women did to men on this island! The two women stopped at Martin. They both ran their hands across his chiseled chest and along the sides of his face. "Oooooh, Aureilia!" the red-haired one said. "He is even more luscious than when you used to bring him to our pool parties." "But," the other woman said with an evil grin, "is he...is he... is he?" With each word, she slipped slowly to the grassy area at the base of the pole and proceeded to lift Martin's left foot into the air. "Is he just as ticklish as he was then, now?" With that the woman ran her long red fingernails across his bare sensitive sole. Martin stifled a laugh for a moment, until the other newcomer dug her fingers into Martin's ribcage. Then it was an all-out hysterical male laughter. The Amazons in the background began to murmur in near-ecstasy. The red-hair dipped her fingers into her silk purse and when they came out, they were covered in the beeba powder. She slipped the substance into Martin's mouth and within less than a minute, his cock was as long and stiff as it could possibly get. The blonde lowered herself to his cock and licked the tip of it. "Ten ticklish inches! Aureila, he is the king of all tickle-studs!" "Well," Aureila said, "if you two have settled on Martin, I'm going to wave the others in to take part of the festivities and join in! I will tell you, Lauralee, there is nothing that matches the sound of forty sensitized men laughing hysterically, together!" And with that, the Amazons came forward and tickled the men and produced that sound Aureila wanted the newcomers to hear. Male tickle-torture laughter! Strong feminine fingers tickled balls, ribcages, armpits, stomachs, behind knees, and of course, bare ticklish feet! Since the men were standing, many of the Amazons tickled the tops of the men's feet. Or one elevated foot was tickled on the sole, heel, toe pads, and nerve-rich arch, while the other foot was tickled on the top. The elevation of the foot, usually the left foot, was achieved simply by grasping the ankle and holding it up with one hand, while the other hand worked on TICKLE. Most men had up to three Amazons working on driving him insane with tickling. And all of the men, on this fine evening, had absorbed the beeba drug into their bloodstream. Jeff and the others realized that the connection with this island and the mainland was there. New women arrived and they had known Aureila and Martin from Martin's former social world. And yet, there was still no notion of allowing the men to return to the world they once lived in. A world where a girlfriend or wife might occasionally run a sleek finger across one of their smooth bare soles, but not a world where men were enslaved and tickle-tortured daily, and milked of their semen daily! Aureila surveyed the scene: Forty fine-looking studs, including her husband, tied to upright wooden poles, all forty men with cocks fully erect and standing proud and upright as the poles the men found themselves tied to. All forty men, laughing rapidly and hysterically, from endless, merciless, tickle-torture by orgasmic Amazons! Aureila was apparently not expecting the fight that ensued when her two friends began cock-sucking Martin without the "pot" nearby. The Amazons tossed the newcomers onto the ground and proceeded to procure the semen as they normally would, through licking and toe manipulation. They turned and glared angrily at the newcomers and also at Aureila. "Well, holy fuckin' bitch," Lauralee yelled at Aureila. "What's their problem?" Aureila tried to explain, "I think they know instinctively when a man is going to cum, and this is their way." "You mean, they never swallow?" "Sometimes," Aureila shrugged her shoulders, "I haven't figured it out. They mostly don't suck and swallow. I mean we do need the semen for the production of the drug, and they know that." "Come on and get cleaned up," Aureila continued, "and come to my quarters. We'll have lots of time to use these guys." Jeff and Martin both noted the animosity the Amazons had for the newcomers. Could this mean a dissension in the ranks? A chance for the men to somehow find a way out? Sipping chilled wine as they sprawl in Aureilia's hut, Aureilia explained that the Amazons were not using all of the semen for the beeba drug. "They store some of it in big stone vats in a cold cave. I have no idea why." "And you said a couple of the girls are pregnant?" Lauralee asked, while rubbing her inner thighs. "Ohhhh...I can still hear all of that delicious male tickle-torture laughter!" "I know!" Aureila laughed. "I'd no idea I would ever be turned on by such a thing, but it is thrilling to hear all of those sleek well-built men laugh their butts off while we tickle them." She continued to answer Lauralee, "yes, a couple of the girls are pregnant. I have no idea who the fathers are. They may not either." Suddenly, a roar of male laughing could be heard from the clearing. "What the fuck!" Aureilia said, looking as confused as she could possibly be. "They usually don't start up again this fast with the men." She rose to her feet. "Let's go see what is up." Lauralee and her friend, Hannah, proceeded out of the hut before Aureila. They were beaming from ear to ear with a sultry hungry smile on their faces. And as they briskly walked, their long fingers moved to their love pots. The sound of the hysterically laughing male slaves was orgasm-inducing. As they got closer to the scene, both Lauralee and Hannah screamed, an almost horrific scream. The men were still tied to the upright poles and were being tickled by the Amazons and a few newcomers. The reason for their scream stood up, smiled at the women, tilted her head to one side and just smiled warmly, "it's not a dream. I am real, but I am not from your world." Aureila hurried up behind her friends to see what the problem was. She stopped in stunned silence. What she saw before her was not real. It could not be! But there, in the flesh, backing away from the exhausted sleek male form of Martin, was another one just like her. This woman was her! She was Aureila. A total identical twin! "Who – how – where?" Aureila stammered. "It's okay," the other Aureila slowly moved toward her twin. "You see, I am from a parallel world, a parallel band of time. In each band of time, all of us have a counterpart. I am your's, Aureila. You are called 'Aureila' here, too, are you not?" Aureila nodded in a still stunned silence. "You and I are different only in that we made different choices in our lives. I chose to let myself, like so many other women in my world, be driven by temptations of the male flesh," she closed her eyes, in ecstasy, " their sleek male bodies begging for the torture of our gentle touch, their sexy toes begging for our kisses and manipulation...." She opened her eyes when it seemed she had regained control of her senses. "But you, Aureila, you, have found a way to avoid the constant use of the drug with your science. A science to control the male." "How – how did you know that," Aureila asked the alien. "How...?" "Satellites," the alien Aureila explained. "Our men constructed them years ago, and our women, we have a good percentage that are lesbian, just as you do, have maintained them, and upgraded them. While they do not enjoy the male flesh as we, they are certainly happy that we...well, perhaps we should get away from the men, they don't need to hear all of this, and I just can't think with all of this beautiful live music behind me," she said referring to the exhaustive male laughter caused by the Amazons tickling of the men's bare feet. ....................................................................................................... The aircraft was slightly different from any Aureila had been on. The three women on board with her were comforting to her as they told her not to worry. But she was worried, she was leaving her time to go into a parallel band of time. Even though her counterpart had been explaining things to her for two days, she was still ambivalent. She was even worried for the three men tied in the back of the plane, naked and gagged and apparently given a large dose of the beeba drug. They were more erect than she'd ever seen them before. The other Aureila told her that they could exist on the island together, but not in each other's world. The island, she was told, was a pathway, a stopping point between the parallel worlds. People from each world could co-exist there, but not in each other's. The other Aureila wanted Aureila to see her world, and she wanted to stay on the island to have fun with the sexy men that had been held there. She would have ventured out to Aureila's world, but she did not know how to fly the aircraft off the island. The alien Aureila also explained that the island men's sperm could indeed be used by the women of the parallel world to become pregnant, but just as with women, the men could not co-exist in the parallel world if their counterparts were alive. The parallel world counterparts of the three men bound in the back of the aircraft had "expired" Aureila was told. Aureila asked the other Aureila to be more specific. "They were tickled to death, dear." The alien Aureila not only wanted Aureila to experience her world but to introduce her technology, the electrode testicle implants and such, to her world. It was explained that the male population was not lasting beyond their thirties in many cases, and women, desperate for more "male meat" as the alien Aureila called the men, wanted them to live longer. "Cloning" the alien explained, was on the march, and was successful, but not in any large way. "We need more tickle beef!" The alien Aureila also explained that the "Amazons" on the island were mostly daughters who had been born there of women from her world, and of men from Aureila's world. "Amazing. Just too amazing!" is all Aureila could keep saying. ........................................................................................................... "Incredible!" Aureila was stunned, time and time again. The airport was completely staffed by women. The pilots were women, the attendants were women, and all of the travelers were women. Where on this parallel earth were the men? "Come on," Darla, the pilot waved a finger at Aureila. "I cannot wait to show you, so many things!" Behind Aureila and Darla, a wave of shrieking and giggling ensued. The captive men from the island, were being pinched, prodded and of course, tickled, as eight guards from what the badges on their pink skirted uniforms stated, "maleWatch Institute," carried them off on stretchers to an awaiting van outside the airport terminal. The city was called Petra Viva. Aureila thought it resembled Los Angeles in many ways, but it certainly was much cleaner. The street she walked with Darla had food stores, clothing stores, hardware, medicine and finally, a huge mart which Darla took her inside. It was a warm inviting place, line with oak pillars and beams and plush carpeting. And the instant Aureila entered she smelled that familiar island smell. Male semen. And she heard that delightful music, men laughing themselves into oblivion. There were long lines of anxious women buying tickets at booths staffed by rather disinterested looking women ("we have many lesbians in our world") and then turnstiles and further lines of women seemingly watching and waiting for their chance. Aureila knew exactly what the women were waiting for! Darla took Aureila up to a balcony above all the action to survey the huge mass scene. There were rows and rows of action going on in this "mart." Each row was lined with cubicles and wider, more open areas, and in each cubicle and each cordoned off area, in every row, were naked handsome men, bound, spread-eagled to comfortable looking lounge reclining chairs, with women, one on each foot, two on each ribcage, tickling the daylights out of them! The men, and the women, were of all races. Aureilia wondered if this world referred to the various races with the same terminology from her world. Asians, Africans, Europeans, Hispanics, Middle-Eastern and so on. Darla answered, "Here my dear, we have only women, and tickle beef." And Aureilia surveyed, hungrily, the tickle beef. "They're all lookers!" she exclaimed, while wiping some perspiration from her upper lip. Darla smiled while fingering herself. "We've only the best here. It's a booming economy, you know." "Are there other places like this?" Aureila asked. "All over the world," Darla smiled. "I understand that in your world, there are men at war with each other, killing for ridiculous reasons. Not here. Here, men are good for only one thing. To please women." Beeba! Ch. 03 Aureilia found herself even more excited about the opaque plastic tubes with obvious semen being sucked into them from the men's eternally erect penises. The flow was not constant from each man, but the ejaculations occurred as they did on the island. The women manipulated the big toes of the men, and slow pleasurable orgasms occurred in the men, and the resulting spurts were plentiful. No need for the clay "pots" here. The precious male juices were collected efficiently through the tubes and into clean sterile containers. The fluid was to be later processed into the beeba powder, or used for fertilization of more Amazons, or tickle-beef! Aureila noticed the microphones above all the men, as well. Darla explained that male laughter was an extremely efficient form of energy. It powered the Petra Viva powerplant and thus provided clean electric into the homes of many women. "Look at those men," Darla laughed. "They just lie there and we do all the work to produce the energy!" Aureilia laughed too at the wicked and fiendish notion. But there was yet an even more source of energy, Darla explained, that she would show Aureilia later. Darla took Aureilia to the lower floors of the building which were somewhat more quieter and plush than the rest of the place. However, the unmistakable sound of ecstatic hysterical male tickle laughter from the floors above, was still possible to hear. There could be no shutting out that pleasurable –to a woman's ears – sound. Down in this area, there were long corridors with padded rooms on either side. Darla took keys from her pocket and unlocked small shutters from windows in the doors. She motioned Aureilia to peer in, each window she opened. In one, Aureilia saw a sultry blonde woman dressed in a sleek silky pink blouse, but otherwise naked, riding the cock of a completely nude bound lanky stud. The woman rode the man's cock, and faced his naked feet. Every now and then, she would lean forward to suck the man's naked long toes, thus causing his erect penis to bend forward. Aureilia noted the man's strained face whenever the woman did this, and the site caused a tingling sensation to occur in her loins. It was turning her on! In another room, Aureilia saw a woman hungrily biting the toes of yet another long legged, sleek-footed spread-eagled male. She wasn't drawing blood, but the man was clearly in distress. After biting the toes, then she would scrape the soles of his silky smooth looking bare feet, eliciting the delightful sound of male tickle laughter. "Ohhhhhhhh, Darla!" Aureilia cried. "I thought the island was heaven, but this is remarkably better!" Darla laughed in agreement. "Why are these men cordoned off in separate rooms?" Aureilia asked while fingering her clit. "These women enjoy one on one action, and they pay more for it." In another room, two women worked over a long lanky dark-haired male that very much resembled her Martin. The man was delicious looking to Aureilia, naturally, and she wanted to participate in his delectable tickle torture. He clearly was in tickle oblivion as his body bounced and twisted in true tickle-torture fashion, and the women tickling him – one at each size 14 high-arched bare foot – were drooling in sexual ecstasy. "I like this one!" "He's one of our most popular tickle studs," Darla said. "He's raised a lot of money for the government!" Darla led Aureilia out of the building through a back exit and across the street into the Petra Viva Captive Male Power Plant. As soon as Aureila entered, she her sense of smell was filled with male pheromones, the kind of scent produced after the males on the island were forced to do their daily run. She looked around and saw hundreds upon hundreds of men on tread mills, running hurriedly, excitedly, as fierce looking women whipped their butts. The treadmills had large wires attached to them and every once in awhile, Aureila heard and saw sparks shoot out from beneath the treadmills. "We allow many of the men to work here every other day, after finishing up many hours at the tickle marts," Darla explained. "It produces even more energy than the male tickle laughter, and it certainly keeps the studs in excellent shape!" Aureilia's eyes were dilated in sexual ecstasy as she surveyed all the near-naked studs, wearing only jock straps, as they ran on the tread mills to produce energy for this female-dominated world! She watched as two armed-with-stun-gun women removed three men from the tread mills, and listened to what they told the men: "Get in the showers, beef! You're slated to do a stint at Mistress Tickula's Parlor in one hour! Get moving!" Aureilia liked the looks of these three particular studs, a tall lean dark-haired male with chiseled features, long fingers and toes; a black stud with lean and muscular proportions and feet, she observed, that had to be "licked, sucked and tickled until he came over and over;" and a red haired male with sleek long features that she craved when she wanted to tickle a males who were the most ticklish even without the beeba drug. Red-haired males seemed to be that way. "Might I be able to partake of these three at this parlor?" Aureilia looked pleadingly at Darla. Darla laughed. "I was wondering when you would give in to the desire of tickling the tickle beef! You saw so much, so far, it has to be affecting you! I know I am so wet right now, I can't wait myself!" Mistress Tickula was only too happy to set Darla and Aureilia up in her parlor with the three studs. She welcomed Aureilia as she had been informed of her arrival from Beeba Island; that Aureilia was a dignitary from the parallel world who had delicious ideas for controlling the tickle beef and extending their lives for the pleasure of the female ticklers. The males were bound naked, side-by-side on plush lounge chairs, and huge comfortable pillows were strewn about them on the floor for the women to sit on as they tickled the men. Aureila dove right in, without removing a stitch of her own clothing. She sucked on the black stud's toes and then began scraping his bare soles with her long fingernails. His laughter was hearty and delightful. She glanced over to see Darla ticking the daylights out of the red-haired beef's long high-arched feet, and caught the exact moment on the male's face when he could no longer hold back his tickle-laughter. It burst from him like a geyser, with constant waves of ha-ha-ha's and hee-hee-hee's, continually. He was clearly in male-tickle distress; a sexy sight to see for a woman exposed to the beeba drug herself; the drug having the opposite effect on females, Aureilia learned long ago, making the woman powerful and the man, a strong yet helpless sex object of a woman's lust! Aureilia switched to the dark-haired stud's big smooth bare feet, and Mistress Tickula, a wild blonde haired women in her radiant sixties, took over tickling the feet of the black dude. Aureilia gazed up in to the handsome man's face. He was not smiling, but clearly looking weary and distressed. It almost bothered Aureilia that she felt no pity for the man and that the second she heard his at first whispery tickle-laughter, she orgasmed. It was an incredible orgasm of long duration and it blossomed further as she surveyed his laughing handsome chiseled face, and ran her fingers across his smooth silky male bare soles. She alternately sucked his long second toe on his left foot, and gently bit into his smooth solid heel. Aureilia looked over to see Darla manipulating the big toe of the red-haired stud. Darla looked over to Aureilia at the same time, and motioned for her to come and "partake of the succulent semen" which would soon spurt forth from the male. Aureilia looked puzzled. "It's okay," Darla explained. "We can do as we please in the parlors, and only males with the tastiest semen are selected to be held captive in the tickle parlors. Come on, you will delight in the taste!" Aureila jumped up, quickly strode over and knelt on a plush pillow by the red-haired male's nine-inch cock. She lowered her mouth on the helmet of the cock, and soon the semen spurt forth in luscious wave after wave. Aureilia moaned in ecstasy! She swallowed the loads and ran her tongue all over his cock, as Darla continued tickling his feet, and he continued his delectable male laughter. "You were right, Darla! He is delicious!" "Will you make the beauty over there come so that I may partake?" Darla asked. "You bet!" Aureilia said as she made her way back to the bare "succulent feet" of the dark-haired stud. In the days that followed, Aureilia became more and more immersed in this world of fierce female dominance, a world of women ticklers and male tickle beef! Darla showed her other venues of male tickle distress and extreme female orgasms. Then, it almost became mundane by the third day and that is when Darla told Aureila about "the hunts." (to be continued) Beeba! "Mmmmm…delicious!" I could stay longer for these babes, but I have to tend to your fellow slaves." "Slaves?" Jeff coughed. "Well, you certainly don't think you have the same rights here as you do on the mainland, male, do you?" 'This is getting worse,' Jeff thought. 'This is becoming a nightmare!' The doctor stood up and said "Kula and Juba will be in to take you to my lab. We'll get you fitted up in no time." "What?! " Jeff cried, "fitted? What?" "Oh shush," the doctor laughed. "You'll be fine. Oh. One more thing!" The doctor took a huge hypo from her top pocket and injected the contents into a vein on Jeff's right arm. "Nighty-night!" Darkness. The three men awoke to the sounds of birds chirping and the wind rustling in the trees above their heads. It was daylight. In the distance, came the sound of waves hitting the shore. Jeff could feel his wrists bound with silk above his head and his ankles as well. He was still naked. He looked to his right and saw Steve tied as he was and staring back at him, and he saw Paul to his left, tied and staring at Jeff. "You OK?" Paul asked. "I feel OK," Jeff said, "except for a stinging feeling in my balls." Steve spoke up, "the fuckin' bitches put an electrotrode in there! I got one in my right ball and so does Paul. Fuckin' cunts!" "What?" Jeff strained to look down at his testicles. "Why?" "Whaddya think?" Steve shouted. "Control! You know they barely knocked me out, so I saw what that bitch doctor was doing. I felt it, too. Then the cunt finally drugged me before the pain got worse!" "Steve, please," Paul said, "not so loud. Screaming and ranting ain't gonna help our plight." "Fuck you, Paul!" Steve bellowed, "I want outta here!" He yanked and pulled and struggled against his silken bonds to no avail. The sound of feet on sand approached. "Now, now, man-beef," the doctor said, "settle down." "You settle down, bitch!" Steve yelped. "Unloose me! You're gonna pay for what you did!" The doctor smiled and reached into her lab pocket. She pulled out what appeared to be a very small vinyl case with two buttons on it, one green and one red. It fit neatly in the palm of her hand. She depressed the green button. Suddenly, all three men jumped as far as their bonds would allow on their bamboo beds. They all looked towards their balls, and they began to laugh. Within seconds, it became hysterical laughing. The doctor smiled, almost evilly. "Mmmm…male laughter! I love it! You see gentlemen, whenever you get out of line and are in the radius of one of us, any of us, you will be instantly tickle-stunned in the nuts by this handy device. Oh, it will knock you on your butt, but it won't kill you like the beeba powder would if it were given to you as frequently as the women did to the men before." She released the button. Jeff looked up at her as his laughter subsided, "the—ha,ha,ha – the men before?" "Oh yes! These ladies had no problem with keeping the men erect and immobile all day and every day. It killed their studs. And I might add, I was never sure what they did with the men after they died. There was a huge barbeque pit on the other side of the island, but, oh well," she chuckled. "I never did find out." "So, you see beeba men," that this device saves you having to take the powder all of the time. Don't get me wrong, you will get the powder again, but perhaps only once a day or every other day. That won't kill you. At least, it hasn't killed any other men in our collection." 'Our collection.' The words made Paul and Jeff shiver. They were nothing more than male sex slaves! And these women were savage sex hungry Amazons! "I bet you were wondering what the 'red' button is for, eh, studbeef?" she smiled. "Best you not get too out of line. It won't tickle if we have to use this one." "A few of the Amazons will be by to release you for your daily bathing and exercise," the doctor continued. "And I am sure you will want to eat breakfast. You haven't eaten in what I imagine is 24 hours." "What kind of gruel are you serving us, cunt?" Steve acidly asked. Jeff and Paul sighed deeply, angry with their thoughtless friend. If he got of line, and she used that device again, they would all pay! The doctor walked over to Steve and placed her hand on his right testicle. He yelped in pain! "You just won't learn, will you stud?" She turned to Paul and Jeff and explained that the ring on her middle finger of her right hand, when it came in contact with the testicle could cause intense pain. And she noted that all of the Amazons on the island wore this ring. She also said that if the red button ever needs depressed, it will be this pain the men will feel. Paul and Jeff stared wide-eyed in horror at the doctor and at Steve, who was perspiring and as contorted as one could get in his bonds. It was clear to see that he had been severely zapped. 'Humiliating,' could be a word to describe the bathing ritual, Jeff and Paul thought. The men were all lined up waiting their turn in a beautiful area of the island where crystal waters fell from lush green hillsides and nearby were pockets of hot springs. The men's hands were bound behind their backs, and were released, three at a time. Each three were pushed into the hot springs with brushes and large bars of cocoanut soap. The Amazons ordered the men to clean themselves, from head to toe, and as quickly as possible. As soon as they emerged from the hot springs, they were forced into the cool waters below the waterfalls where more Amazons met them to "coo" and "ahh" them as they dragged the men's flailing arms and legs across the water. None of the men got out of hand, strangely enough. They realized, apparently, Jeff thought, that if they did, they'd all suffer the testicle-tickle torment, which was etched in their minds as truly unbearable, or worse, the intense pain that the "red button" could cause. But there was something else. These women, though sleek and curvy as beautiful women can be, were immensely strong! There was also an area nearby where the men were able to relieve themselves. Given everything else, it was a secluded area, but with only one entrance and exit, being totally surrounded by thick green vines. Breakfast was something close to gruel, but Steve, looking subjugated and weary, ate his meal slowly without looking up at any of the other slaves. The men sat, unbound, on the sandy ground as they ate what seemed to be oatmeal. When they finished the oatmeal, they were given apples and oranges to eat. The Amazons, of course, were monitoring the whole process. "Exercise" meant running, and running barefoot on the sandy beach around the island. The men formed a line of two-by-two and were handed a slim piece of material made from some kind of hide. Most of the men knew what to do with the dark colored material. They wrapped it around their balls and around their waists. Jeff and Paul upon seeing what the other men did, followed suit. They helped the depressed Steve put his on. "A jock strap," Paul whispered to Jeff. Then the running began, with the men in the middle and the Amazons lining the outer parts of the line and running with….spears! Every time a man would slow down, he would get poked with a spear. Since the run was not a remarkably fast one, most of all the men were able to keep up, even the long lanky dark-haired guy who appeared to be in his late fifties. Jeff had noticed him before and made a mental note that he hoped to look as good as this guy did in his own later years. 'Of course, if I am stuck on this island, what will that matter?' Jeff thought. Jeff and Paul also separately surmised to themselves that there were at least forty men being held captive on the island amidst perhaps at least a hundred Amazons. Once back inside the clearing, the Amazons motioned for the males to lie on the bamboo beds. The men sighed loudly and Amazons giggled. The naked men were quickly tied wrists and ankles with silken cords. The Amazons wore their tunic skirts while their firm breasts remained bare, with nipples becoming ever-increasingly erect. Jeff was stationed this time, next to the older gentleman he had seen running on the beach. The doctor came out of her hut in her lab coat and approached the man, and sat on the ground facing his bare soles. "Hello, darling," she cooed. "How are you, my sweet? Did you have a nice run on the beach? Did these sweet feet become even more soft from the island sands?" She ran her hand across over his left foot. The man's bare foot twitched in its bonds as he said, "I am OK, Aureila." 'Aureila' Jeff thought. 'She has a normal name. Not like 'Kula' and 'Juba.' And how does this man know her name?' The doctor looked at Jeff as another Amazon sat down next to Jeff's cot and began to bathe his entire body with a cool cloth. "Yes, that is my name, and this man here, is my husband." Jeff's eyes widened. Aureila chucked. "They took him prisoner, to my delight! My delight especially after I saw what they do with men here." And then she pressed her cheek against the sole of his lengthy smooth, long-toed sleek left foot. Jeff surmised that they were at least size 13's. "He would never let me touch them at home. And now they are mine as often as I like, isn't that right, beeba?" Her husband winced. "Oh, yes," Aureila continued. "Naked succulent male feet. You men! You hide these beauties from us on the mainland. Even those sandals some of you wear don't reveal what we want to see. Bare, naked sensitive male tickle-flesh!" After all of the men had been cleaned of their beach-run sweat by the cloths the Amazons washed them with, it was clear what was about to ensue to Jeff, just from hearing what Aureila was saying about her husband and what she was doing to his bare feet. Aureila was the first to begin. She attacked the smooth silky arch of her husband's bare left foot with her hard-nailed rapid-fire moving fingers, and accordingly, he began to laugh heartily and hysterically. Her husband's face was full of laugh lines and while he wasn't strikingly handsome, Jeff thought, he was attractive. His dark hair receded over a sleek face and straight nose, and his white teeth were slightly crooked over a firm and narrow chin. His face was warm, and to Jeff, it seemed, Aureila's husband probably would have made someone a good father. Then Jeff felt it too. Fingers. Feminine fingers, scampering all about his bare left sole. He couldn't hold out long. The laughter came and it came hard. All around, men were laughing hysterically, rapidly and intensely. Their bare feet were conduits for the purpose that these savage women enslaved and bound the men. The Amazons were clearly in ecstasy, moaning and eyes rolling back in their heads. Male toes were sucked and lapped, teeth scraped against bare silky male arches and heels, fingers danced across the tops of male feet and soles, and male laughter abounded. Cocks rose to the occasion and were erect as can be, even without the beeba powder. The Amazon tickling Jeff's feet turned to Aureila. "Manmeat up! No beeba powder!" She pointed at all the men's cocks. Aureila let one of her husband's succulent toes slip from her lips to answer the woman. "Yes, Zeeza. Beeba powder and tickling together some times, but then, other times, the men's brains," she explained pointing to her husband's head and then his cock, "make an association." "Ass-show-cee-shen," Zeeza stumbled. "It means their cocks remember when we tickled them before, with the powder." Zeeza's eyes went from staring and blinking, to a satisfied twinkling and a smile. Aureila saw that the Amazon got it. She understood. And with that Aureila attacked her husband's sole with her pearly white teeth. She didn't bite, she just rapidly moved her jaws up and down across the nerve-rich arch. The man threw his head back and he lost his breath momentarily in laughter, and then breathed out an uproarious laughter so loud, and so male, the other Amazons heard it. They heard it amidst all the other males laughing. They looked to see how Aureila was tickling her slave and they thusly did the same to the male they were working on. Male tickle-slave after male tickle-slave expelled a similarly intense roaring laugh with the teeth-tickle their sensitive, sensitized naked soles were receiving from the savage tickler-maidens; Amazons with an intense fetish for ticklish male feet! "Laugh, Martin!" Aureila shrieked at her husband. "Let me hear that beautiful music! Luscious, delicious male tickle laughter! And yours, my dear ticklish captive, is thee best!" She continued to dig and scrape her fingers into his highly sensitive arch, as her teeth nibbled on his toes, especially his second toe. This long toe was longer than the big toe, and she seemed to favor it as she sucked on it the most. Soon more Amazons joined the tickle-fest, and were ticking the ribcages of the hysterical men. Many men were clearly in a strange combination of torture and ecstasy. Their faces were reddened with tickle-torture laughing, and their cocks were dripping precum. Aureila smiled and looked up at the mass tickling scene around her. Beautiful and strong Amazons, clearly in the throes of orgasmic pleasure, were tickle-torturing the big sensitive feet and ribcages of handsome bound naked males. The men were well beyond sanity as they laughed non-strop, a steady cacophony of "ha-ha-ha-ha-hee-hee-hee-ho-ho-ho-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-he- plea, please! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-hee-ha-ha- aha-ha-ha-oh-ho-ho-ha-hah!" Aureila noted that some of the Amazons had taken to tickling the balls of the men and also pumping and sucking on their erect cocks. In fact, Martin's cock was being fondled and sucked by Juba as Aureila continued to suck, lick and endlessly tickle his big bare feet! Jeff distinctly heard the word "pot" resound throughout the hysteria. A word he had heard the Amazons use when they first brought him to orgasm the day before. Men were spurting semen like geysers around him. And the Amazons skillfully would catch practically every single spurt in the clay pots they held. Jeff's own orgasm was once again brought on by an Amazon stimulating his big toes, while continuing the tortuous Amazonian tickling of his highly sensitive naked feet. Not too long after the ejaculations of the tickle studs, the torture subsided and the Amazons carried the captured semen away. Jeff closed his eyes and then turned his head to look at Martin, next to him. Aureila was gone, but Martin was still lightly laughing and twisting in his bonds. He had not yet come down from the tickle-fest attack. Jeff knew how ticklish his own feet were, but he could clearly see and tell from Martin's continued hysteria, how sensitive his big feet must be.