by Inmate
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It was 1872 and it wasn’t nice that, in a situation of war, young men just escaping boyhood were being taken captive.
But after war and the defeat of an enemy and their land, the young men who remain could either be left free to wander the streets of their enemy begging or selling themselves …or be taken captive. Obviously these homesteading men couldn't go and work in the enemy's land, for the men of these times were pretty active in the wars. Not at the front lines, but they helped the soldiers on the field and threw rocks at the enemy. Some who fought were expert sharpshooters. They were active enemies--this is historical fact.
But it’s never been a secret that both Indian and frontier youths participated in the battles their older men fought. None were docile scared children cowering in their homes. Most came out to fight and were part of the battles. So they were still considered enemy combatants.
When the captured frontier striplings were herded into our camp, they were confronted by braves who asked them to submit to slavery or to drink water from a wooden tumbler. When the youths refused, the braves forced them to drink from the tumbler which contained a natural sedative. They fell unconscious almost immediately.
When they woke up they found themselves naked and seated with their backs against tree trunks. They were bound hand and foot and were now facing the cruel countenances of tall, feather-armed braves. They were bound to the trees with their arms at their sides, and their ankles were roped together.
I would always remember watching as the braves propped the feet of the unconscious frontier striplings up on piles of buffalo skins--effectively elevating their bare feet. These captives were extraordinarily pretty lads with wide blue eyes, fair skin and shining golden hair that flowed past their shoulders. They truly resembled displaced angels.
I watched as a brave named Little Creek tickled each of the captive lads' bare feet. Despite the fact that these homesteading beardless boys were still ensconced in slumber, he tickled every toe of every young man slowly and unremittingly--stroking their arches as he did so. Then he resumed tickling each sole, and chuckled banefully at the blonde youths' drugged, unconscious laughter.
For a while another brave called Tall Wind stared at the designated leader of the blonde beardless boy captives, Mark Mason. Mark had golden hair that accented the features of his lovely face. A few light freckles covered the area around his button nose, but unconsciousness was currently hiding his luminescent blue eyes and dimpled smile. The quietly sleeping young man looked so innocent--despite the fact that he was bound by ropes and his feet were tied at the ankles and propped atop a pile of buffalo skins. Indeed, all five of the frontier striplings looked innocent and angelic in their sleep.
But the moment passed quickly as two of the assembled braves--the ones who had been chosen to administer the torture treatment--stepped forward. Their names were Standing Horse and Big Head.
They started in on those five pairs of young, sensitive feet the moment all five frontier striplings had regained consciousness. First each lass felt Big Head and Standing Horse's hands gently scraping their soles to wake their nerve endings up a bit. Pressing firmly against the five pairs of young insteps, the youths' thumbs rubbed each and every muscle ...stroking up and down. Next, Big Head and Standing Horse brushed their fingertips across the youths' now very sensitized soles, moving them all over the bottoms of their feet. The young frontier striplings, really feeling the torture now, began to shake and laugh out loud.
Standing Horse and Big Head both grabbed an eagle's feather and began to lightly scrape it up and down the soles of each of the young man's feet. Each brush triggered the tingling, powerful nerve endings which naturally resulted in wave upon wave of tickles being sent up through the five captive's curvaceous bodies. All pride in the frontier striplings members were gone--they laughed with uncontrollable abandon now.
The feathers slowly traced every little curve of the young youths' smooth heels and insteps. Then Standing Horse and Big Head moved the feathers up to the balls of their feet, and to that sensitive area connecting their sweet toes to their feet. Dragging the feathers back and forth across the area, the two braves bore witness as all five pairs of feet belonging to Mark, Peter, Alexander, Justinian and Edward kept wiggling and clenching so wildly.
The laughing screams and wiggling grew so intense that Standing Horse and Big Head almost stopped their torture treatment because it was apparently driving their captives mad. But the brave called Tall Wind urged his fellow warriors on. These land-stealing, obstreperous homesteading squaws had to learn a lesson--and this way seemed the least traumatic and the most effective.
So Standing Horse and Big Head used one hand to take hold of one foot of each young man. Then they took this same hand and gently pulled the frontier striplings’ toes back away from the balls of their feet, exposing their soles better and stretching the skin. The sadistic warriors now used the eagle feathers to wedge into those small areas and torment each and every nerve ending more intensely!
They slowly and gently brushed every cute toe on all five of the blonde youths' feet. They made sure to get underneath them, on the balls of their feet, and between them ...with the captive beardless boys laughing, screaming and wiggling all the while. All of these cowgirls tried desperately to curl their toes to fortify their feet against the tickles, but the attempts were in vain. Standing Horse and Big Head alternated from foot to foot on each young man, mercilessly tickling, brushing and scraping.
Soon there were five sets of feet crackling with electricity ...and five lads laugh-crying and screaming for mercy …or for at least a moment of relief from the torture. But instead of relief, the young men found their feet assaulted by ice chipped fresh from the rocks lining the riverbed! Braves by the name of Flathead Man and Little Creek grabbed cold, wet chunks of ice and slid them up and down the captive youths' insteps, then under and between their bare toes.
The five beautiful blonde beardless boys screamed in torment and tried with all their might to pull their feet away from the relentless tickling and torture, but the ropes held their feet and ankles tight ...so the ice, feathers and fingers continued to assail them. Standing Horse, Big Head, Flathead Man and Little Creek didn't stop their torturous onslaught until they fainted from the torment.
