Hello folk.
I'm Bleater, i'm new on this forum, and sorry for my english, sometime will be not correct... but is not my mother linguage.
When i was just a girl, i was a sort of tomboy, not ever wearing skirts, usualy plaing soccer or wargames whit friends (or ever weresling whit boy).
Llike me there was another girl, i'll call her Lucy, even her a sort of tomboy, same age of me, and, of curse, she became my best friend.
Usualy in our wargames prisoners were tied up and tortured (tickling, walking barefoot on gravel path, poking whit sticks), and this story is about first time we was captured.
At time we was both 9 yo, we was scauting the wood where we play, in a sort of medieval wargames (no we werent considered Damoiselles, we are just soldiers, like the orters boys), when a group of enemy was upon us.
They ask us to surrender, and we did it, dropping our weapons (fake weapon we made whit foam and pvc channel), and putting our hands over the head.
We were bot wearing t-shirt, kneel cutted fatigue trousers and military like boots (it was our medieval suite), whit some belts whit pokets and handmade weapon sheath.
First they tied our hands at back, then they removed our boots and socks.
“hey†I yelled, but I knew, walking barefoot was part of being prisoner, Lucy and me, being wildy ones, were trained walking barefoot, in certain situation (I love play soccer barefoot, but on the grass), but the paths in the wood can be hard and thorny.
Then we was blindfolded, and they start push us for walk.
It was not a easy walk... the path was full of spiky stuffs, itchy things and stones, and when we arrived at enemy base it was almost enough, I was near to stop and sit down.
At base we was retied, hands over head, lifted until we was on the tiptoe, then they start the interrogation, asking about where our base.
Of curse we was stubborn, and they started torturing us: they lifted our shirts until ribcage and the tickle started.
As tomboysh 9 yo girl, we had no problem in being shitless, we had no already developped breast (nether developping one at 9 yo, (and referring to me... almost nether now >.<) but our mates used on us some respect, leaving the upper torso covered by shirt).
Even if our chest was covered, belly and flanks was exposed, helpless and stretched, due the tied position.
They started tickle us merciless, stopping only when we were gasping for air, then asking about our base, and starting again tickling couse our stubborness.
I'm ticklish, really ticklish, but I like being tickled, even merciless, and I think Lucy too, but after some time, a lot of time, some ours (they stopped and let us rest if we had air gasping problem) we had enough, and reveal all we know about our base.
“but please.. no more tickle.†I said.
“sure, no more belly tickle†they replied and retied us.
We was glad we are not more tied in that stretch position.
We was leaded to another place of the base, let sit down, hand tied at back and feet tied to sometink, I think a ploe lieing in the ground, like and handmade pillory, we was still blidnfolded.
After some minutes, something touched one of my foot, I giggled, another touch anoter giggle, and Lucy vas giggling too.
“hey... you said no more tickle†I protested
“we said no more belly tickle, now we'll tickle yor feetâ€
“No, please, we said all we know... we do not know more†said Lucy.
“This is not an interrogation, is only for fun.†one of the enemy replyed, and tickle starts again, on our feet sole.
Dunno about Lucy, but I was more ticklish on my feet, and I was already exausted by the interrogation, so I started begging mercy until I had air for talk... then only laught and gasp for air.
Dunno how many people was tickling my feet, but I feel more than a pair of hands, someone was tickling the soles, some other was tickling the top, someone had grabbed my toes and was tickling the base of them.
It was a real ordeal, and, after a time I feel infinite (dunno how many time, but for sure many time the time I can stand) they stopped.
I was lieing on the ground, gasping and giggling, when they removed the blindfold, and started untie our feet, then our hands.
“ok.. you are free†they said, giving us what they siezed at the capture.
“and yor boots?â€
“we left yor boots where we caught youâ€
Gasp... another time all the way barefoot.
“you bastards.†we said as we start walking back on the gravel path.
They relased us when it was almost evening, and the sun was low near the hills.
We walked to the place where we was ambushed, slowly couse the path was not so nice, and the incoming darkness hided some of the painful spots.
When we arrived at place there was not boots, maybe hidden somewhere, or maybe not... we scauted the place, but no sign of boots...
The feeling they joked us started grow on me and Lucy; ok... back to enemy base, another barefoot walk, in the more darker air.
All the boys was gone... so we decided to move to the village, lookyng for some of them.
The walk was slow, on the gravel road, couse we can't walk on the border grass, being a hill place, the road was cutted on the flank of a hill, whit cliff on tle left side, over us, and the limit of small Vineyards, or other kind of cultivated camps, borded by brambles or thick bushes (no I think walk barefoot on the brambles is not a good idea).
It was a real ordeal for our feet, and when we arrived to the village we was glad to walk on the stone floor (full draft form, but heasyer than what our feet have endured until now).
After some reserch (as wild tomboish girl we have no shame to walk barefoot around) we got one of our captors.
“where are our shoes.†we asked threateningly.(note: we was small for our age, we believed that we would grow up sooner or later ... we are still waiting >.<)
He laughet at us and said: “we left our shoes at our home.â€
Sigh, I live out ov village, and Lucy live near my home, and guess... we live at very end of one of the gravel road leading out.
My feet really was really sore when I arrived at home, and found my shoes near the gate.
During the last paiful gate, after a massive cursing about our enemy, we discussed about being tied up, and we noticed, apart from walking barefoot for too many time, and too many km, it was funny (yes the tickling too) and we decided, out of all doubt, to train our barefoot walking.
See ya