"I run a small circus and we could use an exotic attraction for the younger kids. Ive heard that other circuses are blooming thanks to the little Beoga girls they exhibit."
"A wonderful business move," says the blue elf, sliding a finger down your foot. "I'll have her prepared for you." You giggle uncontrollably, trembling.
"Shouldnt she be given clothes?"
"No" says the elf, taking on the tone of a lecturer. "Beogas are by nature a vain and somewhat shy people. It is important that we show off her dusky skin and nakedness so she knows what she is now. Besides," you wince as he slaps your foot. "This one hasnt been trained properly so she doesnt deserve clothes."
Youre unchained and led to the processing department. The blue elves have an entire chamber dedicated to training. Hundreds of naked Beoga show off their slender bodies to lusty blue elf trainers who bark at them to turn around, to bend over, show off their soles etc.
The superiority complex of the blue elves of enslaving the entire Beogarin race is apparent as harsh taunts are made and demeaning slaps. It is a mockery of a real justice system. Tears jewel your eyes as you watch your fellow people pinned down and tickled on a whim. Afterwards a blue elf carelessly wipes down the sweat and saliva off the poor Beoga and slaps her rump, yanking her up by the hair.
As you are forced in a chair, a fat blue elf measures your upraised feet with a measuring tape, lengthwise, widthwise, and each of your toes, causing you to giggle. He measures your calves and thighs, humming to himself.
"I love Beogarin girls," he says, grinning. "You people are the perfect tickle slaves. Submissive and slender with such tantalizing feet." He worms a finger into your armpit, daring you to react so that he can punish you. Staring into his eyes with disgust, you do your best to stay still but it's pointless. He gets his way and you are pinned down by the guards.
"Time to teach you a blue elf lesson," he cackles. Ploughing them into your helpless soft feet, you scream, twisting and begging. His fingers are thick and blunt but they are relentless and he knows the Beoga body well. After a long long punishment, he lifts you up by the hair and licks the side of your face.
Youre thrown into a cage with other 'rebellious' slaves. Sandwiched together, youre all forced to poke your feet through the cage bars as you wait, watching other Beogas getting tickled and tormented.
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