Hey fans! Ok, it is time for another chapter of this phase ending series. I hope you have been enjoying the story so far, and we are almost halfway through. This chapter is probably one that some of you have highly anticipated. This character has been a nuisance and now she is put in a position to pay for those moments. I really do like this character. She is fun to write about and her personality really comes out because she is the type we all have thought about making her pay for her personality. I hope you do enjoy it. Thank you for supporting this saga and your comments are most welcomed and encouraged.
PART 10
TRAFFICKING LOCATION
Donna slowly started to open her eyes after coming to. She felt her head hurt a little, and she started to move her body around. Her mind started to get really active, and she then tried to rub her eyes. She suddenly realized she could not move her arms, and she was in a standing position. She opened her eyes wide and discovered her arms were above her head and tied to a wooden beam. She felt herself on her toes and now she started to feel fear. The last thing she remembered, there was a blond woman in her doorway, and she was suddenly on her back on the floor. Before she could truly grasp what was happening to her, she saw blackness. Now, she started to struggle, and she felt a lot of fear. “What the? Hey!! Help me!! Is anyone here? I am trapped! Where am I?” she called out.
“In Hell….hahahaha” a voice responded.
Donna heard that ominous voice and she started to look around. She noticed she was in some kind of room, and a lantern illuminated where she was, but there was darkness all around her. She tried to pull at the ropes holding her wrists, but she just couldn’t get them loose. She was also standing on the tips of her toes, and she couldn’t get any real leverage. Her heart was beating out of her chest and fear took over. She had no idea where she was, or what someone wanted with her. “Hey!!! Let me go!! Help me please! My arms! My arms are tied!” she called out.
“You noticed, huh? Hahaha Well, DONNA PRESCOTT, it is time you pay for your sins.” the voice continued.
Donna gasped when she heard her name called out. It appeared that whoever captured her wanted to do harm to her and she panicked. “PLEASE!!! DON’T HURT ME!! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?” she yelled.
“I want you to suffer. You see, you are quite the nuisance. NO ONE in Plotsville likes you. You are rude, obnoxious and frankly, A TOTAL BITCH!!!! Now, we have you and your life will never be the same again. Hehehe” the voice continued to taunt Donna.
Donna felt herself turning white as a ghost when she heard those ominous words. It appeared that whoever it was, they were trying to do her harm. She could tell it was a woman’s voice, and she wondered who it was. It did sound very familiar, and she continued to look around the room. “Please! Please don’t hurt me. I-I am very scared right now, and I don’t want to die.” she said, with her voice quaking in fear.
“You won’t die. I can promise you that. However, you will suffer….” Marge whispered as she stood right behind Donna. She couldn’t help but feel very powerful at the moment. She had Donna helpless and now it was time to completely break her. Out of all the citizens in Plotsville, this was the one person she truly despised. She hated how she affected her business as this woman would berate her customers and call her dancers *****s. Torturing this woman would be such a splendid treat and it was time to get started.
“AAAAAHHHHH!!!! You scared me!” Donna reacted when she heard the voice right next to her ear. She tried to move her body around and felt like she was swinging a bit. Her legs were tied together, so she couldn’t kick. Then she froze in place when she saw the person behind her now appearing in front of her. She was stunned to see Marge Broussard standing right before her. The woman looked very angry, and it didn’t help that she towered over her. She started to get upset because the woman she was trying to run out of business, had kidnapped her and threatened her. She had a mixture of fear and anger, and she wanted to get herself out of this predicament. The way Marge was talking, it sounded like she wanted to do her harm. “MARGARET BROUSSARD!!!! You are behind this? Why you sick, twisted woman! Untie me this instance!! How dare you send some kind of people to my home and kidnap me! How dare you tie me up! Now, you let me go and we can forget this OBVIOUS crime!!!” she yelled.
“Hehehehehe oh Donna. You think you are in charge of me? You have got to be the dumbest woman around. There would be ZERO point in kidnapping you, tying you up and then simply let you go. Oh no, no, no. I got plans for you! I got things I want to do to your body! Like I said, no one likes you and when you disappear forever, NO ONE will miss you. In fact, they might even celebrate. Hahaha” Marge told her. She relished this opportunity to torture Donna. She told Rita and the others that she wanted to torture Donna. This was just the first part of it. She wanted this woman to truly suffer and breaking her spirit will be an amazing accomplishment. She was going to take great joy in the destruction of the woman who caused her so many headaches.
“W-What? Marge…..um, listen to me. Y-You do not want to do this to me. I-I haven’t done anything to you to deserve death. Please, let me apologize. I don’t want to die.” Donna begged. The way Marge spoke to her, it appeared that she was going to be killed. She knew she annoyed and angered all the burlesque dancers and Marge, but getting murdered was something she thought was too far.
“Hehehe listen to yourself! You sound pathetic! The good news is you will not die. I am not here to kill you. I just want to make you suffer. I cannot wait to tell you what your future will be. I mean, it will be the greatest moment of my life when I see you hauled away, never to be seen or heard from again.” Marge told her with venom in her voice. She loved how frightened Donna was and she shivered with joy. She knew others were in this room and they had to be enjoying this moment as well.
“W-What are you going to do to me?” Donna whimpered. She did not like the way Marge was speaking, and she feared for her life. There was something very serious about the way Marge was speaking, and she started to move around. She knew she was not a fighter, and she had no idea what Marge meant by she was going to suffer. She looked around the room and couldn’t see out in the darkness. Right now, it was just her and Marge under the spotlight.
“Many things. Hehehe but first, you looked a bit too overdressed. I think you should get far more comfortable….” Marge told her. She then got close to Donna and placed her hands on the front of the woman’s peach colored dress. She could see that Donna had a nice size chest and stripping this woman of her clothing and dignity would be very satisfying. She then grabbed the two breasts and gave them a gentle squeeze.
Donna’s jaw dropped when she felt Marge’s hands on her chest, and then her breasts were softly squeezed. She could not believe this woman was groping her and she was highly offended. “MARGARET BROUSSARD!!! GET YOUR NASTY, FILTHY, HANDS OFF MY BREASTS!! HOW DARE YOU TOUCH ME!!!!” she yelled at the top of her lungs.
“Shut up, Donna. Just shut the fuck up. Me groping your breasts right now if the least of your worries. Trust me, your tits are going to be groped a lot. That kind of happens when you become a sex slave…..” Marge told her. She was waiting for this moment. She wanted to see Donna’s world crumbling before her eyes once she revealed the woman’s fate. That would definitely rattle her, and she could truly start to make her suffer.
Donna was in total shock when she heard what Marge said. It sounded like she was going to be a sex slave. She didn’t know how to react to that. The breast touching deeply offended her, but now she was told that she would lose her freedom and become a *****. She looked at Marge’s face and could see how serious she was. That was frightening to her, and she was still in disbelief. “W-What? What did you just tell me?” she asked in shock.
“I said…..you are going to be a sex slave. I can’t wait to see who purchases you. I hope it is some filthy man, as he hauls you off and make you his. Oh, it will be the SWEETEST moment ever. Donna Prescott. Sex Slave. I like the title. It is ironic that you called my dancers *****s when that is who you will be after all. Hahahaha” Marge laughed. The look on Donna’s face excited her. She knew she had just gotten into her head, and it was time to start the torture. First, she had to get the dress removed. She went behind her and looked at the back of the dress. She looked at the buttons and started to undo them. She did them slowly because she wanted Donna to feel everything.
“A sex slave? You’re going to make me a sex slave? M-Marge, you have got to be kidding, right? I-I am not a *****! I am not a good person for a sex slave! You can’t be serious!!” Donna responded in fright. She really felt terrified by that threat and now she felt the buttons of her dress coming undone. She tried to move around and could feel some of the room air on her back. It appeared that Marge was undressing her, and she just could not have that happen. She always viewed herself as a proper lady and having her clothes removed would not be very lady like. “Hey!!! What are you doing?” she yelled.
“You know, you have nice skin. Hehehe I can see the skin on your back and wow, it looks nice. Yep, some fat man is really going to enjoy touching you. You may be obnoxious and a real bitch, but you are pretty enough. Yep, we are going to get you nice and ready. I wonder how you will look naked. I guess I will find out.” Marge taunted. She wanted to continue to put fear into Donna and started to break her mind. She then started to work on the skirt part of the dress and noticed to remove the dress; she would have to untie Donna and pulled it over her head. “Hmmmm…..maybe I should cut this dress off.” she mused.
“What? You want to cut my dress? Marge, please!!! Let’s be reasonable here! I will not make a good sex slave! Y-You can’t do that to me! You can’t see me NAKEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Donna squealed when she suddenly felt fingers running up and down her sides. She did not expect that at all and her body reacted. The fingers stopped, but the adrenaline inside her body kept flowing. “MARGE!!!! What the hell was that?” she demanded.
Marge smiled when she got that ticklish reaction from Donna. She wondered if this woman was sensitive and even though Ingrid had told her that when she had captured Donna, it appeared the threat of tickling really unnerved her. Now, she got to see for herself that this loud woman was indeed ticklish. That made her even happier and now the torture could truly begin. She thought about the potion to use. She wanted that minimal amount put inside Donna’s body to increase the sensitivity. She didn’t want her to have any brain fog; she wanted her to remember everything. She felt her excitement surging and she just wanted to truly make this woman suffer. She walked around Donna and headed back into the darkness. It was time to make Donna drink that potion so the torture could truly begin.
Donna could still feel the ticklish aftershocks throughout her body. She never expected to be tickled and that sent great fear in her. She revealed a weakness and prayed that she could get free. She saw Marge head into the darkness, and she felt alone. Her body was very nervous, and she looked around. She had to figure a way out of this predicament, or bad things would surely happen to her. “Marge? Where are you? Marge, come on, this is not funny! Let me go!” she demanded.
“Donna, can you ever just shut up for a few minutes? You are SO annoying.” Marge said, then walked out of the darkness holding a glass of water. Rita had prepared the drink by putting a few drops of the potion in the water which should make Donna’s body extra sensitive. She walked up to the woman and saw the fear on her face. She then lifted the glass up and placed it near Donna’s lips. “Here, drink this water. You will need your strength for later.” she told her.
“I am not thirsty right now. Please, just let me go, Marge. What do you want from me?” Donna begged. Fear still ran through her body, and she had no idea what was about to happen to her. That surprise tickling made her entire body reactive, but she prayed that somehow, she could talk her way out of this situation.
“If I were you, I would drink this water. Because you are not going to get another chance and you will be doing a lot of screaming…..” Marge warned her. She looked at Donna’s face and her fear truly motivated her. She had robbed plenty of female victims before and the look of fear was something she always enjoyed. This time was different. With the other victims, whether they were female or male, she didn’t have an emotional connection to them. With Donna, she truly despised the woman, so this torture was going to be very personal. She held the glass up to Donna’s mouth and stared at her with intensity. “Drink. This. Water.” she demanded.
Donna gulped when she heard that threat. Marge had just told her that she would be screaming, and her emotions started to build. She did not want to get hurt. This reminded her of when the thief tied her up and threatened her. She was scared then, but even more scared now. The difference between the two incidents was the thief was looking for jewelry and ended up torturing Becky instead. This time, Marge wanted to torture her just to torture her. She thought about that water and her throat was a little parched from the fear she had. She wondered why she had to drink the water, but if she was going to be screaming, then she had better wet her mouth. She opened her mouth and took some gulps of water. She noticed that Marge was pouring the water in, and she struggled to keep up with swallowing the refreshing liquid. Some of the water dribbled from her mouth and onto her dress. Finally, the cup was finished, and she gasped for air. “You made me drink the whole thing???” she asked as she tried to catch her breath.
“Yes. Now, let’s get to business shall we. Donna, you don’t like me, and I don’t like you. I am going to make you regret the day you ever stepped foot inside my establishment and made a fool out of yourself. You yelled at my customers. You insulted my girls. You are very annoying, and this is the beginning of the end of your life.” Marge told her. She then set the glass down on the floor and got close to Donna’s hanging body. She had to wait a few moments for the potion to kick in and wanted to see for herself how effective it was in a very small dose. Rita told her it still worked, not as much as a full dose, but still made the victim very reactive. She placed her hands on Donna’s sides and saw her eyes got really wide. “Hehehe how does it feel to be touched by another woman? We are going to be intimate, Donna. It will be quite the thrill for me, and horrible for you.” she told her.
Donna could not believe Marge’s words. She was going to be a sex slave, but the reference was to a man. Now, she heard this woman was going to be intimate with her. She did not want a woman to play with her like that, and she started to squirm. She felt those hands on her sides, and it tickled her a little. She could see lust in Marge’s eyes and now she was in a panic. The back of her dress was already undone and now she was being threatened with lesbian activities. She knew this was her final chance at trying to persuade Marge from tormenting her or she was truly going to suffer. “Marge, sweet Marge. Hey, let’s talk about this. I am sure we can come to an agreement. There is no need to EEP!! Do anything EEP!!!! Drastic! We are two EEP!!! Women who are adults and we surely can HAHAHA hey!!!!! You’re tickling me!” she tried to say while feeling some squeezes on her sides.
“Hehehehe Funny how a twisted bitch such as yourself has such a sensitive body. It tickled you, huh? I guess I was wrong about you. I always thought you were this annoying woman who probably would have sex stiff as a board. No feelings. Just lying there like a rug and let some man hammer you. But I have a feeling that underneath that bitchy exterior, there is a sex kitten waiting to come out. A woman that when pushed, will be one of the sexiest things alive. Maybe you do like sex. Maybe you were envious of us and wished we focused on YOU instead of the men. Hmmmmm….” Marge said in a soft voice. She wanted to play mind games with her now and those ticklish reactions got her lust starting to build. She then squeezed the sides a few more times.
“MARGARET BROUSSARD!! I AM NOT A HAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH LESBIAN!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP THAT!!!” Donna exploded in laughter. She heard Marge taunting her with sexual talk and possible lesbian activities, but the side squeezing really got to her and she couldn’t help but laugh. She knew she was always very ticklish and that was why the incident with the Tickling Thief frightened her. If she was tickled like Becky, she would have completely lost it. She also remembered how that thief played with Becky sexually, and she was grateful that it didn’t happen to her. Now she was being tickled and, she was trapped. She looked at Marge’s face and could see the joy in it.
Marge loved the sound of Donna’s laughter, and it got her excited. Anytime she interacted with Donna, all she heard was her yelling and screaming and the obnoxiousness of her voice. Now, she heard that very pretty laughter and it truly excited her. She moved her hands up and down the sides, starting near the ribs and slowly moving down. Donna’s body was starting to sway, but with both of her hands on the sides, the trapped woman wasn’t going anywhere. She was also happy the legs were tied, or Donna would be trying to kick her right now. She saw the look of ticklish laughter on her face, and she liked it. This was a much better look than the arrogant one she would always see. “Well, look at that! Donna actually has a pretty face when she is not being a bitch!! Ooooh!!! Let’s keep that happy look on your face!” she taunted.
Rita watched Donna screaming as she hid in the shadows. She loved how Marge was starting the mental torture and then started the tickle torture. She did not like Donna either and watching her laugh right now was highly gratifying. She also liked how Donna reacted to the thought of being a sex slave. She still felt a little doubtful about the entire sex slave trafficking operation, but the thought of no longer having to deal with Donna amused her. She saw how Marge’s hands were going up and down those sides and that shrill laughter was amusing. She also remembered when Ingrid told her that Donna was scared to the core watching Becky getting tickled, and now she was getting tickled herself. She also wondered if they would be able to tell when the potion kicked in because Donna appeared to be ticklish enough already.
Sylvia watched the festivities from the shadows and was enjoying herself. She wanted to tickle Donna herself because arrogant and snobby bitches like her deserved a cruel tickle torture. But Marge convinced her to let her tickle her, and she understood why. Donna was a major nuisance, and she deserved to be tortured. She knew that eventually Donna would be stripped of her clothes and completely naked. That was something she looked forward to. She wondered if they should just shred the dress, but they needed to keep her clothed when it was time to be sold. Donna and the other slaves would be naked during their stay inside their stalls, but when it came to the time for auction, she needed them clothed and they didn’t have any others. She looked down at Donna’s shoes and wondered how ticklish her feet were. She crossed her arms and wanted to just enjoy this scene.
Donna continued to scream in laughter as she felt the hands moving up and down her sides. She wanted to kick her legs, swing her arms and punch away at her attacker, but she was completely helpless. She couldn’t even get a firm stand on the ground and that made her frightened. Because she was moving around, her feet would leave the ground sometimes and she felt the strain on her arms. She felt so helpless and vulnerable as the tickling truly started to break her down. “HAHAHAHAHAHA MARGE!!!! PLEASE!!! HAHAHAHAHA DON’T TICKLE ME!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA DON’T TICKLE!!!!!” she screamed.
Marge smiled when she continued to hear that desperate pleading. She loved Donna’s reactions, and she couldn’t wait until her body got more sensitive. She paused her tickling and wanted to give her a little break before resuming. She saw the look of relief on Donna’s face, and she grinned. “I like how ticklish you are. I would have never guessed it. hehehe” she giggled.
Donna felt relief washing over her as the tickling finally stopped. Her body was tingling, and she noticed it felt more sensitive. It surprised her that she was starting to feel even more ticklish, but she figured it was because she hadn’t been tickled in such a long time, her body was trying to adjust. That also frightened her because if she was more ticklish now, then things could get much worse. She saw the smirk on Marge’s face and knew how much this woman wanted to torture her Even though she didn’t like Marge at all, she had to beg this woman for mercy. “Marge, listen. I-I am sorry we are not friends. But this is going too far. I don’t think you understand how much this is torture for me! Please, you can’t torture me! Let’s talk about this like adults!” she pleaded.
“This is speaking like adults. This is how we resolve our differences. I am going to make you regret ever opening that big mouth of yours. I want you to scream. I want you to suffer. I want you to remember just how much of a bitch you are. Then when I get you naked, I want to see another side of you. I want to see that sex kitten come out of you and growl like the sex craved woman I know you suppressed. It would be a good thing if you let that out. Once you are a sex slave, you will be expected to perform.” Marge told her. She looked into Donna’s eyes and wanted to intimidate her even more. She did not want to give her mercy and the key to this entire situation was to break Donna mentally and emotionally.
Donna continued to feel angst within her body because Marge kept telling her that she was going to be a sex slave. The thought of her interacting sexually with anyone she didn’t choose truly rocked her core. She looked at the red headed woman and knew she had to continue to beg. “Marge, please. A sex slave? How can you be so cruel? I know we are not the best of friends, but why? Why would you want to subject me to something so terrible? I don’t want to be a sex slave. Can you please just let me go?” she begged.
“Nope. I am not letting you go. Two obvious reasons. One, if I let you go, you will simply go to Sheriff Dickerson and blow up my entire business and send me to jail. So, your fate is sealed. You will never see Plotsville again. Second, you deserve this fate. I really do not like you. I want you to suffer. My friends will take care of you and when you are sold, it will be the greatest moment of my life. Now, I can tell that you are still so very sad. I think I need to hear your laughter again.” Marge told her. She loved making Donna very fearful. She loved telling her about her fate. She wanted to truly break this woman once and for all. She then lifted her fingers in the air and then moved them right back to the sides. She gripped the sides and started to lobster claw that area. She immediately felt the body tense up and that horrible scream of laughter exploded out. “That’s right bitch, laugh.” she taunted.
Donna felt those claws on her sides, and she lost it. There was a very firm touch, and she couldn’t help but laugh. She tried to pull her arms free, but they were stuck. She tried to kick Marge, but her legs were tied together. She started to rotate her body, trying to get those hands off of her but they stayed there and kept pressing into her flesh. Her eyes bugged out of her head and her mouth was wide open with terrible laughter coming out. Her sensitivity increased and she really went crazy. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO!!! STOP!!! STOP!! HAHAHAHAHAHAA MARGE!!! MARGE!!! HAHAHAHA PLEASE STOP!!!!” she yelled.
“No.” Marge simply replied as she continued to squeeze the sides. She loved how Donna was reacting, and she wanted to start to increase the torture. She was enjoying listening to her scream and wanted to make sure she never forgot how rude she was and how much she deserved this torture right now. She moved her hands to the hipbones and that really got the body shaking around. She giggled to herself because Donna was now moving around like a fish out of water. “Where do you think you’re going, huh? Hehehehe There is no escape you bitch!” she taunted.
Donna felt those squeezes on her hips, and it sent a very powerful ticklish surge in her body. She couldn’t believe how ticklish she was, and those squeezes were very intense. She continued to laugh profusely and even felt her eyes watering a little. She also started to feel a little embarrassed because Marge was listening to her beg. The one thing she always wanted to present was herself with the utmost dignity. Now, she was screaming and writhing like a loon, and it felt a little humiliating. She looked at Marge’s face and saw that evil in it. It appeared she was enjoying watching her suffering. She wondered just how angry she made Marge. She wondered if she angered her enough to kidnap her, torture her and then sell her off to be a sex slave. She started to wonder if she had gone too far with the burlesque show and she was now becoming desperate already. Then, the claws let go and she felt a wave of relief wash over her. “Oh goodness!!! That….that was awful! Hehehe Marge…please….please don’t do this to me. hehehe it is too much. You have to let me go. Come on…..maybe we can talk about this. Please….” she panted.
“There is nothing to talk about, bitch. You are going to be tortured, and you will be sold off as a sex slave. Period. End of discussion. I really don’t like you and want to make your life a living hell.” Marge told her. She could feel her anger growing. She thought about all the times Donna would come by her establishment and make a scene. She thought about how she yelled at customers and told them they were all sinners. She thought about the times she called her dancers, *****s. Seeing Donna suffer was going to be a nice relaxing way of paying her back. She looked at the woman and decided it was really time to torture her. She looked towards the shadows and smiled. “I think it is time we got this bitch naked. Let’s get her clothes off.” she instructed.
Rita loved watching Donna laughing her head off when Marge was squeezing her sides. She loved how loud the laughter was and how Donna’s body was reacting to that tickle attack. After all the trouble Donna caused, it was good to see her get her just due. There was something gratifying about her torture and she wanted to see more. She then stepped out of the shadows and walked towards Donna. Diane was next to her and now it was time to humiliate poor Donna. She stood next to Marge and smiled. “Hello Donna, remember me?” she asked with a sarcastic smile.
Donna’s jaw dropped when she heard her clothes were going to be taken off. She could not have that happened. She was a proper lady and having her clothes off in front of these women would be truly embarrassing. Then she saw two women suddenly appearing out of the shadows. She was shocked to see two of the burlesque dancers standing before her. She recognized Marge, Rita and Diane. She started to tremble in fear and slowly shook her head. “You….you…..I-I can’t believe this. All of you are trying to torture me?” she asked in shock.
“Yes, we are here for you. It is good to see you hanging around…..hehehehe” Diane giggled. She really didn’t like Donna at all. She remembered when she was performing, and Donna was inside the showroom and booing her. She hated her and watching her suffer was going to feel really good.
“D-Diane! You have got to help me! Marge is crazy! Let me go!!!” Donna begged. If she couldn’t get Marge to free her, she hoped one of the dancers would show her some mercy. She looked over at Rita and hoped she could help as well. “Rita! You know this is wrong! I can’t be sold into sex slavery! I can’t have my clothes taken off. You got to help me!” she pleaded.
Rita looked at Donna incredulously and shook her head. She wasn’t a big fan of sending a poor woman to sex slavery, but Donna was acting like she did nothing wrong. She thought about the many times she disturbed their shows and then she remembered how she treated Becky Lockhart. She thought about that day when Becky was in her hotel room, and she cried. A deputy’s apprentice was crying on her shoulder because this same woman really hurt her feelings and was trying to get her fired. It was Becky that took the torture. It was Becky that was humiliated by Ingrid. Donna showed no empathy and even the previous day, Donna was berating Becky in front of her. She felt her anger rising and she couldn’t wait to humiliate this woman. “You have got to be kidding me! You have been a pain in our ass for a long time now. You treat NONE of us with respect! You call us *****s! You harass our customers! You even insulted a very nice woman in Becky Lockhart. Oh no, bitch. You are going to suffer!!!” she said in anger.
La Diabla was hiding in the shadows watching all of this unfold. She wasn’t going to be a part of this torture session, but she wanted to watch. She heard about Donna and how rude she was from Cheyenne and Molly. When she heard that Donna was also insulting Becky, she hoped she would suffer even more. She liked Becky and felt Donna needed to suffer. She wanted to see how these women would torture Donna. She was already amused by her getting tickled, and now she wanted to see a lot more torture. “Insult Becky, huh? I hope you laugh your ass off. Hehe” she thought to herself.
Donna’s jaw dropped again when she heard those words from Rita. It appeared she was doomed to suffer and now three women who really didn’t like her were in front of her and were going to make her suffer. She knew they were trying to destroy her dignity, and her emotions started to build. She knew she had to do the one thing she never wanted to do with these women. She truly believed that they were *****s and were evil with their sinful displays of flesh. But for her own self-preservation, she had to swallow her pride and apologize. “Ladies….Look, it appears what I did to all of you made you truly angry with me. I-I don’t blame you. I was probably very mean, and I got carried away. I want you to know…….that……um……I am……really, really sorry. I….I……I apologize for my behavior. I was….in the wrong. Yes, I was in the wrong. I hope you can find it in your kind hearts to show mercy and forgiveness. It is a great virtue.” she apologized.
Marge looked at both Rita and Diane after hearing Donna’s apology. She saw them holding back and soon, she couldn’t hold back anymore. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? Donna Prescott is apologizing for being a bitch?” she laughed.
“Hahahaha that was funny!!!! That bitch thinks an apology will save her??” Diane laughed. She saw both Marge and Rita laughing, and she just couldn’t stop.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA WOW! That was pretty funny. Donna apologizing and means it? Yeah, right.” Rita laughed. She looked back at Donna and grinned. She could see the look of surprise on her face and was highly amused.
Donna heard those reactions and looked around. She saw them laughing at her and that did not bode well for her. She started to get really nervous because they seemed determined to make her suffer. “Ladies, what’s so funny? I-I am so sorry for my behavior! What else do you want from me?” she pleaded.
“What else do we want from you? I want you naked. Ladies let’s take care of this. I will grab her legs.” Marge commanded. She was ready to strip Donna naked so they could truly torture her. She felt the legs trying to kick out of her grasp, but she held firm. She saw Rita find that ladder that was used to tie Donna’s arms to the beam above. She heard that panicked sound coming from Donna, and she just enjoyed it. She knew Donna was going to be quite the struggler, but with the three of them, she was confident they would subdue her and get her naked. Soon she saw the ropes falling from the beam and she laid Donna onto the ground. She saw both Rita and Diane grab Donna’s wrist and held them above her head. There was a desperate struggle from Donna, and she quickly lifted the skirt portion of the dress from the ankles and pulled it up past the knees. Once she did that, she sat on the knees, which would prevent Donna from using her legs. Donna may not have been that strong, but a panicked person would find incredible strength when they were desperate. She started to see the top of Donna’s black stockings and then some of the pale white skin of the upper thighs. She was now close to revealing Donna’s underwear and she smiled. “Well, well, well. What do we have under this dress? Hehe” she taunted.
Donna was in a panic when she felt herself when she came down from the hanging position and suddenly found herself on the ground. She felt her wrists being grabbed and held by Diane and Rita above her head. She tried to move her legs, but Marge was now sitting on her knees, which rendered her helpless. The rope was removed from her legs and her dress got pulled up. That absolutely shocked her because she could feel the cool air on her legs. She felt really embarrassed because these women could see the tops of her stockings and her bare legs. She couldn’t believe this was actually happening. They were truly going to take her clothes off and she was helpless. She looked at Marge holding her skirt and knew with one simply push, her dress would be pulled up over her hips and her underwear would be exposed. She felt very unladylike, and she prayed this would end soon. “Please…don’t do this to me. I-I don’t want my dress removed.” she pleaded.
“It is either we take it off this way, or we cut if off. Be grateful we are keeping your dress in one piece. Now, you do have some very pale legs. Hahaha I bet they haven’t seen the sun or light any time recently. Hehehe Now, let’s get a look at what you hide under this dress.” Marge taunted, then pushed the dress up over the groin and exposed the belly. Her eyes went wide when she saw the white underwear. They weren’t even fancy underwear, just the basic style. That amused her and now she wanted to embarrass her even more. “You got regular underwear? You really are a prude, aren’t you? I bet no man, or woman has ever gotten close to that pussy of yours. Well, you are in for a treat tonight. Your pussy is definitely going to be used tonight…..” she threatened.
Donna heard that threat and she was in complete disbelief. These women were definitely trying to humiliate her and humiliate her sexually. She really started to fidget and tried her best to pull her arms free. “Y-You can’t do that to me! Please!! You can’t do that to me!!!” she yelled.
“Yes, we can, and we will! Now, let’s get this dress off of you. We got big plans for this body of yours.” Marge said, then handed the skirt end to Rita and Diane. She looked at Donna’s body and was impressed. Even though she knew Donna was a prude, she couldn’t help but admire her body. It was in good shape. The stomach was toned, and the legs were in good shape. She smiled when the dress came over the chest and she saw the white bra underneath. She saw the chest size was a lot bigger than she thought. She wanted to continue to tease Donna’s mind and break it down. “Oooh!!! Why Donna Prescott, how come you didn’t tell us you have some big tits? They are pretty big!” she teased.
Donna started to blush furiously as her dress came over her chest. It was such a terrible feeling she had inside. Her dress was pulled up and exposed her stockings, her underwear and now her bra. Soon, the dress came over her head and came off her arms. She looked at Marge’s face in terror because she saw how happy she looked. She felt so embarrassed to be held down and now she was in her underwear. Even her shoes were still on. Once she felt the dress leave her wrists, she was mortified. “Please cover me…..Please….this is embarrassing.” she murmured.
“There is nothing to be embarrassed about! You know, you are not a bad looking woman. Your heart, mind and mouth are ugly, but the rest of you are pretty cute. I can truly say I am going to enjoy playing with you. I mean, this is going to be just one sweet moment. I hope your pussy is sweet too.” Marge told her. She loved the look on her victim’s face. She knew how embarrassed she must have felt, and it excited her. For the first time in Donna’s life, she was completely humiliated. Now, it was time to torture her again. “Ok, let’s get her hanging again. Time to play with all this wonderful skin of hers.” she instructed.
Rita was amazed at how nice Donna’s body looked. The body was quite toned, and she had a large chest. She would have never guessed this woman looked good, but now that she did, she wanted to have some fun. She got to her feet, and she helped Diane and Marge get Donna onto her feet. Then she held the arms so Diane could retie them and then strung them up, so the hands were above the head again. She heard some soft cries coming from Donna and knew the woman was an emotional mess already. Once the rope was secured, Donna was once again on her tippy toes, but this time she was on full display in her underwear. The shoes were still on and there was a rope wrapped around her thighs and shins to prevent her from kicking. She wiped her hands and stared at the backside of the prisoner. “She does look rather nice. Even her ass looks firm.” she smiled.
Donna let her head drop once she was in a standing position and her arms were over her head. These women had stripped her dress off and now they were making comments about her body. She felt so humiliated being in her underwear in front of these ladies. She feared they were going to take off her underwear and exposed her naked body. Marge kept telling her about her most private spot and that started to really get to her. She had already apologized, and she begged them for mercy. They did not seem intent to stopping and it was breaking her heart. “Please…..let me go. You win. You win….” she whimpered.
Marge looked at Donna’s helpless frame and licked her lips. It was time to torture this woman. She looked at those exposed ribs and knew how sensitive they were. She saw the sides and already tormented her there, but now that she saw the skin, she wanted to revisit that area. Her eyes noticed the exposed and very vulnerable armpits. She figured that was a good starting spot and started to laugh. “hehehe por, poor Donna. She is so sad! She is in her underwear in front of a bunch of *****S and there is nothing she can do about it. Now, let’s see if I can make you a little happier.” she teased.
Donna heard those words, and she shivered. When she heard the word “*****s” she knew it was a reference to what she called these women. She was really regretting her actions because it all led to her absolute humiliation. There was no Becky Lockhart here to endure the torture, it was going to be her. She never forgot how much Becky laughed and screamed when the thief was torturing her. She knew that if she was brutally tickled, she would crack easily and suffer greatly. These women were serious with her. When she heard the say they wanted to torture her, they truly meant it. She started to feel very sorry for herself, and then she felt something touching her armpits. She lifted her head, and Marge was right there in front of her! She could see her face, but worst yet, she could see her fingers were on her pits and they started to softly scurry there. That sent very strong ticklish sensations to her body, and she noticed that she was starting to feel a lot more sensitive. Donna was always reactive to tickling, but for some reason, everything seemed much worse. “Hey! HAHAHAHAHA WHAT ARE YOU DOING? DON’T TICKLE MEEEEEEEEEE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she exploded into laughter.
Marge loved the sound of that terrified laughter, and she kept scurrying her fingers in the pits. She noticed the pits were very soft and also very smooth. It appeared that this rich woman took very good care of her skin and that delighted her. It meant that skin would be more sensitive and with that small dose of the potion flowing through Donna’s body, it was going to be a lot worse. “Hehehe does this tickle? Hehehee I bet it does with you screaming like that. If that is driving you wild, then I guess you are not going to like………THIS!!!” she yelled, then moved her fingers at a rapid pace.
“NOOOOOOOOOO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA NOOOOOOOOO!!!!HAHAHAHAHA DON’T TICKLE MEEEEEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Donna screamed as she felt those fingers moving very fast on her pits. Both armpits were being tickled, and she tried her best to move her body. But with her arms over her head, she was completely helpless and that tickling was very intense. She shut her eyes and let out the loudest ticklish laugh she could muster. The sensations were very horrible and all she could do was pray it would end soon.
Sylvia watched with great intent as she listened to those horrific ticklish screams. She was hiding in the shadows with La Diabla to her right, and Pilar to her left. She wished she could tickle Donna. She appeared to be quite sensitive, even before the potion was added to the mix. She loved how they took off the dress, and she looked at that semi-naked body. She saw the bra, the underwear, those stockings and the shoes and looked forward to seeing her naked. She really enjoyed how Marge was torturing her. This was such a personal tickle attack, and she let them have it. She wondered if she could play with whatever was left of Donna after the women from the burlesque show were through with her. She leaned towards La Diabla and smiled. “They are doing a pretty good job with her. I think I could do better, but they seem effective.” she told her.
La Diabla did not want to make small talk with anyone at this location. She knew she had a job to do, but she hated every single person in this building. She was forced into this and hated every single second. She heard Sylvia talking to her like they were old partners, and she wanted to say something sarcastic. But she remembered her mother’s life was on the line and these women would definitely snitch on her if she was uncooperative. She took a deep breath and figured she should play along with it. “Yeah, they are pretty effective. They managed to get that dress off of her and now they are using the mind games. Listening to her scream, she will break rather easily. I will agree with you, if we were handling the torture, she would surely get broken a lot faster. But I give them credit for really making her suffer.” she replied.
“Hehehe yeah, they are doing a good job. Hey, the next victim that we bring in, we will take care of it. I want to see you in action. Let’s have some fun, shall we? Since we have to work together, let’s make someone’s life a living hell.” Sylvia smiled. She wanted to make nice with the outlaw because they had to work together. She also wanted to at least get her comfortable with her so when it came time to kidnap Darby, she would get her revenge on both women. It was still amazing to her that both women that defeated all of her friends will be part of her mission. She knew Darby was going to be a focal point, but to have La Diabla here made everything so much sweeter. She liked how Priscilla managed to force this woman into helping with the trafficking ring. It was a stroke of luck and genius that La Diabla’s mother got wrapped up in this entire situation. She had to remember to thank Priscilla when the time came.
“Ok, let’s do it. Whoever is brought in next, we will see what we can do.” La Diabla agreed. She was still stewing about having to work with these women, but she might as well enjoy herself somehow. She had no idea how long she would be involved. She remembered that the trafficking ring in Santa Selena lasted for several years until it was discovered and came crashing down. She wondered if somehow, she could get a message to Darby from here to help bring this one down. Everything was at great risk. She wanted to think of a plan to end this ring, destroy these women, save her mother, then finally kill Priscilla. She didn’t want to torture that woman, she wanted to end her. The fact her mother was kidnapped was too far for her and it was going to be sweet revenge.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MERCY!! HAVE MERCY!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA IT TICKLES!!! IT TICKLES!!!!” Donna screamed as she felt those fingers continuing to tickle her armpits. They were moving all over the areas of her pits and she couldn’t defend herself. That feeling of helplessness really washed over her, and she was very afraid. She had no idea how long they were going to torture her. She was too ticklish to stand anything long term and she hoped it would end soon. She looked at Marge’s face and it had an expression of happiness. She wanted to beg her. She wanted to plead with her, but there was no stopping her. She felt the fingers sliding down from the top of the pit, all across the center and then to the bottom of the armpit. Then she squealed even louder when she felt the hardened fingernails now scraping along her flesh. Her body vibrated and she wanted mercy.
“There is no mercy. You deserve this, bitch. I want to hear you scream. I love it. I am turned on by it. You need this to teach you a lesson. You do not mess with me or my girls. You are just going to suffer.” Marge said coldly. She didn’t care about Donna’s well-being at all. She wanted to truly make this woman suffer. She knew there was a limit to the torture because they did have to prepare Donna to be sold, but she relished this opportunity to torture her. She looked at the left armpit and watched as her nails slid down the skin. She paid special attention to the center of the pit and noticed it was very responsive. She used the tips of her nails on the skin and even though her victim was screaming to the top of her lungs, she could still hear her nails scraping on the skin. She could only imagine the nightmare that Donna was experiencing, and she wanted to keep it going.
Donna continued to scream as she felt those nails on her armpits. They were doing small circles right in the center of her armpits and it drove her crazy. She started to sway her body, but it was no use. She was trapped and she was suffering. She tried her best to beg through her laughter, but Marge wasn’t even looking at her face. She wondered if this would ever end. The constant tickling made her start to cry, and she hoped that somehow, someway, they would give her mercy. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU GOT TO STOP!!!! HAHAHA FOR THE LOVE OF GOD STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!” she screamed.
Rita heard that scream and she was slightly amused. She had witnessed many victims getting tickled by Marge, but this one seemed a little more brutal. Donna didn’t even have a large dose of the potion like the other victims, and she was going to remember this torture for the rest of her life. She looked at the swaying body from behind and could only imagine the torture that was happening. She saw Donna moving from one foot to the other and saw her ass swaying. It was strange to hear Donna begging for mercy after all those weeks of her berating everyone in the show. She looked over at Diane who had a smile on her face. “Hey, she is REALLY suffering, isn’t she?” she asked.
“Yes, she really is! I have to admit, this is the best moment ever. It is about time someone taught this bitch a lesson. Ugh! She makes my blood boil, so I am happy she is suffering. Can you imagine her as a sex slave? I mean, does she even know how to have sex? Picture Donna having sex and satisfying someone. She would be so stiff and would probably complain the whole time. ‘Can’t you get it in right? I can’t feel anything. My pussy is so dry anyway.’” Diane mocked Donna’s voice. She really did not like her and wanted to see her suffer more.
“Haha, that was a good impression of her voice. When do you think we will see her naked?” Rita asked. She knew that would be coming soon and wondered how the woman would react to that kind of humiliation. She smiled thinking about Donna’s naked body shaking around and then she noticed Marge looking at her. She had a happy look on her face and smiled back. “Look at Marge. Hehehe she is having so much fun.” she told Dian.
“Yes, she is. She is having a lot of fun, and she earned it. This prude bitch is really getting it! I think we will see her naked soon enough. Hehehe” Diane responded. She rubbed her hands and couldn’t wait for the show to continue.
Marge moved her nails from the armpits and decided to give Donna a break. The last thing she wanted was for this woman to pass out. She wanted to prolong the suffering. She wanted to make sure she felt everything. She stood there watching Donna trying to catch her breath. It was a beautiful sight already. Her eyes then went downward a little and she looked at the heaving chest. Donna did have a nice bust size, and she wondered if she should expose her breasts right now. That would probably break her, but she didn’t want to do that just yet. She looked at the stomach area and figured that would be a good spot next. Then an idea came to her. Donna was such a prude, and she should mess with her mind a bit. She chuckled to herself thinking about what she was about to do. She knew once she did it, her victim would probably have a mental breakdown. She got closer to the helpless body and now she was face to face with her. She lifted her head and saw her eyes. They were tired eyes, and the forehead started to have a sheen of sweat. She then leaned forward and planted a kiss on Donna’s lips. She was surprised at how soft they were, and she felt a tingle in her body. She then broke the kiss and saw the look of pure shock on that face. That was the look she wanted to see. “Mmmmm…..your lips are sweet. I like them.” she told her.
Donna felt such relief when the armpit tickling stopped. Those sensations were driving her mad and thankfully it stopped. She already felt her lungs burning and she was desperate to get more air into her lungs. She felt her body temperature rising and she hoped this was the beginning of the end of her torture. She felt very sensitive and knew if the tickling continued, she would probably die. She then felt her head being lifted up and she saw Marge’s face. She had a look in her eyes that concerned her, and then suddenly she felt Marge’s lips on hers! She could feel how soft they were as they pressed into her lips, and she was completely shocked. For the first time in her life, she was kissing a woman! When the kiss broke, her eyes were nearly coming out of her head, and she was in disbelief. Her brain tried to register what had just happened and her breath left her body. What also concerned her was that her body reacted to that kiss and she felt a tingling sensation throughout her body and her nipples started to stiffen. “You….you….kissed me?” she muttered in shock.
“Yes, I kissed you. You look like you needed one. Hehehehehe” Marge responded. She knew she had just made Donna’s brain go crazy and she loved it. It was time to start ruining her and it started with that kiss. “I bet you want another one….” she teased.
“No….I-I can’t believe you kissed me? W-Why would you do that? I am not….I am not, you know, a lesbian!” Donna asked. Her mind was still reeling from that kiss, and she wanted to know why that happened. She was also concerned that her body responded to it because she never thought about kissing another woman. She thought it was a sin and now she had committed a sin.
“I did it because I want you to feel some love. Hehehehe I wanted you to know what a kiss felt like since no one else would ever want to kiss you. Did you like it?” Marge teasingly asked. She loved the way Donna was reacting and was going to keep pushing those buttons.
“No!!!! I did not like it!!! I can’t believe you kissed me! Margaret Broussard, YOU KISSED ME!!!!” Donna started to yell. She wanted to get that lustful feeling out of her mind and she had to yell at Marge. These women were truly trying to ruin her, and she knew she had to escape.
“Hehehe Yes, I kissed you. And if I want to do it again, I WILL!!! You are MY bitch now!” Marge yelled back. Even though she wanted to mess with Donna’s mind and knew she would react this way, she also wanted to remind her who was in charge. Her eyes then looked towards the chest, and she saw the nipples responding through the bra. That made her excited because the potion was definitely working and Donna had to be feeling lust. It was time to continue to mess with her head. “Besides, I know you like it.” she teased.
“I MOST CERTAINLY DID NOT!!!! I can’t believe you kissed me! How could you do that to me?” Donna whined. She started to try and build up her anger and hoped that it would at least prevent Marge from doing those kinds of things to her again. She already knew she was going to be tortured, and they were trying to make her a sex slave, but she did not want to be seduced by another woman. That would really wreck her mind.
“Oh no? Then why are your nipples hard, huh? I can see them poking out right now. Admit it, Donna. I think you LIKE girls. Hehehe I bet you want me to touch you in special places. I bet you crave the loving touch of a woman.” Marge teased and then looked at the chest again.
Donna was stunned when she heard those remarks. She realized her nipples were quite stiff and it confused her. She did feel some arousal in her body, and she didn’t know why. She was so ashamed of the moment and she didn’t know why her body liked that kiss. “I-I-I don’t know. I-I don’t know why my chest is like that.” she responded with uncertainty in her voice.
“It is because deep down within that soul of yours, you want to like women. No wonder you were so angry with us. You were mad that we were flirting and teasing the men, when we should have been flirting with you…..” Marge continued to tease. She then placed her palms on Donna’s sides and gently rubbed them across the skin. She then pressed the front of her body against Donna’s and now their breasts were pressed against one another. She wanted to really mess with Donna’s mind and get her to start breaking down emotionally. “Mmmmmm….I bet you like me being so close to you. I bet you are thinking right now that I should touch you and make you feel good.” she said softly.
Donna was completely speechless as she felt Marge’s body pressed against hers. After all the yelling Marge did to her, she now wanted to seduce her. She still could not explain why her body was aroused. She felt Marge’s breasts smashing into hers and she feared that she was about to be teased sexually. That sent another tingle in her body, right between her legs. Now she was truly scared because her body was not doing what she wanted. “I-I can’t do this. It is….it is wrong.” she whimpered.
“It is wrong because we haven’t done it sooner. Hey, I have an idea! I want you to ask me to take your bra off. Let’s see those hard nipples of yours. We are all girls here, we have seen plenty of naked breasts and I am sure yours are divine.” Marge teased. The more she thought about coming on to Donna, the more she liked it. She could tell her brain was blown away and she wanted to keep giving her that mental anguish. She wanted to know if Donna ever had sexual thought about another woman and if she could do that to her, it would be a very sweet moment.
“Marge, please don’t do this to me. I-I don’t want you to see my breasts. I-I don’t want to like another woman. Please, have mercy on me.” Donna whined. She felt so nervous at the moment. The way Marge was sexually teasing her, she had no idea what to do or even react. She could even smell Marge’s breath because she was so close to her. She could feel her heart beating faster and she knew she would not be able to stop Marge from taking her bra off and looking at her naked breasts. Her breathing became shallow, and she was in true fear.
“You don’t want me to take off your bra and see your tits? I think you are fibbing to me. hehehe I think you deep down want me to play with your titties. If I am wrong, then I want you to ask me to tickle your tummy. You tell me to tickle your tummy, and I won’t play with your breasts right now.” Marge threatened. She loved the way she was in control right now and no matter what Donna chose, she was truly going to relish it.
Donna’s jaw dropped and she was in complete shock. In order to avoid having her breasts exposed, she had to ask to be tickled. Her body was really sensitive and if she was tickled, it would surely drive her crazy. It was an impossible choice. The tickling earlier devastated her and now she had to get tickled to avoid being sexually humiliated. She did not want to be naked. She did not want Marge to touch her very private chest. Because if she allowed that, then she might end up allowing her to touch her other private areas. The shame continued to wash over her, and she got emotional. These women were truly going to torment her in the worst kind of ways. She looked into Marge’s eyes and felt sad. “Ok, you can tickle me. Please, just don’t touch my breasts. Please don’t look at them.” She begged.
“Well, well, well. Looks like Donna DOES like my tickles! Hehehe This will be fun! Mind if I tickle your tummy?” Marge teased. She knew she forced Donna into an impossible choice and was going to relish every moment of this torture. She wiggled her fingers in the air, trying to intimidate the woman.
Donna saw those fingers and felt true fear. She knew how ticklish her stomach was, but it was still a better alternative to having her breasts exposed and touched. She couldn’t believe what was happening to her and she wished she could just leave these women. She felt extremely nervous seeing those fingers get closer to her stomach and then they headed for her chest! They were going to touch her breasts, and she panicked! “NO!!!! DON’T TOUCH MY BREASTS! TICKLE ME! TICKLE MY STOMACH!” she yelled.
“Ok….” Marge simply replied then started to flutter her fingers up and down the skin on the belly area. She moved them all around the area, tickling from right below the bra, across the stomach, then to the sides only to come back to the middle. She could feel the stomach muscles tightening and the body started to sway. What she really liked was the explosive laughter that came from Donna. She had found a really ticklish spot and wanted to prolong the misery. “Tickle, tickle, tickle! Who has a ticklish tummy? YOU DO!!!!” she taunted.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WHY??? HAHAHAHAHA WHY???? HAHAHAHAHA DON’T TICKLE MEEEEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH IT TICKLES!!! IT TICKLES!!!!” Donna exploded in laughter. The fingers were moving all over her stomach and it sent very intense ticklish shockwaves throughout her body. She tried to move her body around, but the fingers never left her skin. She couldn’t help but laugh very hard because she still felt more ticklish than she normally would. She wondered if it was because she was so scared that her sensitivity increased. No matter the cause, this stomach tickling was horrible for her. She felt the fingers drifting to her very sensitive sides, then right back across the belly. She even tried to twist and turn her body, but Marge hugged her from the side and now her body was held still. She couldn’t even use her arms to defend her body. She was completely vulnerable and all she could do was laugh.
“Hehehehe Donna is so ticklish! Listen to you laugh. Oh, you have a sweet-sounding laugh. You really should do this more often. Your regular voice is annoying, but your laughter? It is so pretty! I think you need to be tickled every single day! It is better than you being a bitch every single day.” Marge taunted. She loved feeling Donna’s body writhing in her grasp. She loved the sound of that screaming laughter and loved the cadence of it. It was a shrill laugh but still had some sweetness to it. She moved her fingers to the area right below the navel area and touched that very delicate and sensitive skin. That seemed to really drive her prisoner crazy because now she was hopping back and forth on each foot. “Hehehehe wow, I got a feeling that you are really ticklish here!” she teased.
Donna felt those fingers right below her navel and that drove her wild. She knew that area was quite sensitive. There were days she would lay in bed and softly stroke her belly. It was more of a subconscious thing, and it felt nice. But it would make her stomach flutter because of the slight ticklish feelings. Now, a woman determined to see her suffer was tickling her there and she couldn’t stop it. She started to shake her head, hoping that it could make the ticklish feelings go away, but they were still there. The fingers moved side to side on that area of the stomach. They weren’t digging in, but that softer touch really drove her wild. She closed her eyes for a moment, praying that she could survive this feeling, but it was very difficult.
Rita shivered as she listened to that horrific ticklish screaming. It was surreal that the same woman that constantly berated the dancers, and caused so many issues was now laughing her head off. She was suffering and it did feel good to witness it. She also noticed that Donna seemed to be petrified of lesbian advances and had a feeling that she would truly have a mental breakdown once they were done with her. She and her fellow dancers always ended up sexually teasing their victims and Donna was sure to be no different. She wondered what would happen to someone like Donna after she was broken. That woman had a very large ego that to become subservient and become a sex toy for a man or woman would surely destroy her. She saw Marge holding Donna from the side and knew her fingers were tickling the stomach area. Shew saw how the prisoner would move from one foot to the next, trying her best to get away from the tickling, but she was trapped. In a way, she felt a little bad for her because she was truly suffering. That feeling went away when she thought about what Donna did to Becky. She couldn’t get that image of a very sad Becky crying in front of her because this same woman really tore into her and threatened to end her dream of becoming a deputy. It made her and Becky closer, and they had a sexual encounter because of it, but she also started to have feelings for her. Rita thought about how special a woman Becky truly was and cared for her so much. She felt her heart skip a few beats thinking about that gap-toothed smile and those freckles on that very cute face. She thought about how sensitive her body was and even though Becky was a tomboy, she was still very delicate and pretty when it came to sex. Now, the woman who tormented Becky was suffering herself. Her eyes went down towards Donna’s shoes and started to wonder just how ticklish her feet were going to be.
Marge continued to flutter her fingers all over the belly. She loved how the laughter was constant. Donna was in screaming laughter and her body was shaking. She looked at her face and could see how red it was getting. She wanted to push her a little further, so she placed her fingers on the outside edge of the navel and started to swirl around it. It was time to tease Donna and make her lose her mind. “I love how ticklish you are on your tummy! You have a lot of sensitive spots! Even this cute little navel of yours. I bet it is REALLY ticklish! I think I will play with it until your eyes pop out. Hahahaha Or you could choose another path…..” she teasingly told her.
Donna felt those shivers coursing throughout her body as the tickling of her stomach was wearing her down already. She couldn’t stand that sensation that was tearing through her and she really hoped she could pass out or something. She felt the fingers now around her extremely delicate belly button and that ticklish fear gripped her very soul. She knew Marge was not going to go easy on her navel and she started to become desperate. She heard there could be an option to avoid that torture and she had to explore that option. The fingers stopped moving on her stomach and she wanted to try and recover as much as she could. The fingers were still on her skin, so the threat of her roaring with laughter was still there. “Hehehehe please….no more…..no more….hehehe I can’t take it. Please don’t tickle me anymore….” she wheezed.
“Hehehe you can take more of this, stop whining. However, I will let you catch your breath for a moment because I am going to tickle the fuck out of your belly button. I mean, I am going to tickle you so much, you are going to wish for death!!!” Marge threatened. She wanted to get Donna’s mind vulnerable and make her desperate. That way she could continue the mind games and break this woman once and for all.
“Please…..hehehe have mercy on my soul…..I really can’t take this anymore. Marge, please….please let me go. I’m sorry! I really am.” Donna whimpered. She felt herself starting to sweat a lot more and that mortified her. She always wanted to maintain a certain demeanor and now she was falling apart. It was embarrassing for her to beg and plead but she had no choice. She was too ticklish to take this kind of torture.
“You really want me to stop tickling? Hehehe well, like I said, there could be another path. You are in charge of your own fate, Donna. You want to hear that other path?” Marge teased. She loved this feeling of power over her and wanted to make sure she got her good.
Donna groaned in agony because she knew something bad would probably happen to her. If they were not going to release her, then every option presented would probably be bad for her. She found herself wanting to cry, but she held onto her dignity and prayed for the best. “W-What is the other path? Please, just let me go….” she whined.
“I am obviously not letting you go. So, your choice is this. The first path is for me to tickle the fuck out of your navel. I mean, I am really going to torture you. The other path is you asking me to take off your bra. Hehehe I want to see your tits already. I won’t touch them, but me and my girls will look at them and tell you if we like them or not.” Marge offered. She went back to the original choice and wanted to see if Donna had changed her mind. Either way, she knew this would bring a lot of mental anguish to her victim. That was her goal, and she wanted to just keep pushing her and pushing her to a breakdown.
Donna looked to her left and saw Marge’s face. She had a flirty look on her face and once again, she was propositioned. She had to do the most embarrassing thing in her life, or she was going to get tortured. Her belly started to quiver in ticklish fear, and her mind was racing. They were still trying to put her in a sexually compromising position and humiliate her at the same time. She chose tickling the last time and wondered what she was going to do. “Why? Why do you want to see my breasts? Come on, Marge. You have to be reasonable!” she asked.
“I am reasonable. I could just take off the bra and there is nothing you can do to stop me. I am giving you a choice. So, make your choice. I will say, whatever you choose, I am truly going to enjoy.” Marge responded. She knew she was about to tickle the life out of Donna, then she would remove her bra anyway. Or if Donna chose to remove her bra, she would tickle her anyway.
“I-I can’t show you my breasts! Please, don’t make me do it! Don’t make me HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA WAIT!!!! DON’T TICKLE!!! HAHAHAHAHA DON’T TICKLE!!!!!” Donna screamed when she felt the fingers plunging into her navel. The sheer intensity of the ticklish feelings really drove her wild and she let out a very loud ticklish laugh. Her navel was always very ticklish. It drove her wild and now this red headed woman was pushing her finger into it and making her scream. She shut her eyes and just laughed. Her body vibrated and she was in sheer agony now. She had no idea how she was going to survive at this moment.
“You took too long, so I guess you wanted the tickling. I am only going to stop until either you die, or you tell me to take off your bra. Make your choice….hehehe” Marge threatened. She wanted to take the bra off to further humiliate Donna. If she did that and exposed her breasts, the woman was surely going to break and become a great sex slave. Sylvia told her that the way to get a sex slave obedient is to torture them so much, being a sex toy was far more palpable. She twirled her finger inside the navel rapidly, trying to produce the loudest and most horrible ticklish feelings she could out of this woman. It really got her own excitement at a fever pitch, and she just kept swirling. “Tickle, tickle.” she teased.
Donna felt the finger in her navel swirling around and it drove her crazy. The sheer intensity of the ticklish feelings she felt was overwhelming. She tried to move her body away, but she was trapped. She just kept laughing as hard as she could. She hated this feeling of helplessness. She didn’t want to get tortured, but it was either being tickled or having her dignity shattered. They wanted to see her breasts. They wanted to embarrass her by exposing something very private of hers. No grown woman had ever seen her breasts and she wasn’t going to start now. The tickling, however, really drove her wild. No one ever tickled her this long in her life and she already just wanted to submit. She wanted it to stop and felt she was in between a rock and a hard place. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MARGE!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP TICKLING MEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA IT TICKLES!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA STOOOOOOOOPPPP!!!!” she cried out.
“Then tell me to take off your bra. You know you are in control of your fate right now. I told you that you were either going to die from me tickling you, or you would tell me to take off your bra. It is up to you. It seems like you made your choice so stop whining. If this was me, I would have happily showed you my tits, but nope. Donna Prescott is hardheaded.” Marge taunted as she continued to swirl her finger in the navel. She really loved how Donna’s body was reacting to her tickle torture. The sound of that intense laughter let her know that her victim was close to completely breaking down and that was what she wanted. This was not about robbing Donna. This was about torturing her. This was about breaking her spirit permanently. She wanted this woman to never be the same again and she was going to tear away her dignity completely. “Come on, Donna. Tell me to take off your bra and this tickling stops for now. Otherwise, I will just keep tickling and tickling and tickling and tickling…..” she threatened.
Rita stood on edge as she listened to Marge threatening Donna. The sounds of that hysterical laughter were echoing off the walls and it was stunning. She had tickled plenty of others and had witnessed Marge tickling others, but this one seemed more brutal. She listened to what Marge was saying and knew her boss wanted to completely destroy Donna. The sound of that begging sent a chill in her body, and she wondered just how long it would be before Donna cracked and begged to have her bra taken off. Once that happened, it was going to be over for the woman. She would never be the same. “Come on, Donna. Just take the bra off. We are all women here. We just want to see your tits.” she added.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOOO!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU CAN’T HAHAHAHAHA SEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!” Donna wailed away as the finger kept swirling. She heard Rita’s voice behind her, and they were trying to make her lose her modesty. Deep down she did not want to expose herself. She had to maintain her dignity because humiliation would be too much for her. She kept feeling those ticklish shockwaves in her body and now she entered silent laughter. Her body stiffened, then started to get loose as she felt her body surrendering. The tickling was getting to be too much. She couldn’t get air inside her lungs and her face and the rest of her was really hot. This was getting to be too much, and she felt herself getting lightheaded. She wondered if she was approaching death and that frightened her. This was pushing her well beyond her limits and now she feared the worst. That finger kept swirling and there was no slowing down. Her emotions started to build, and she just could not take this feeling anymore. She started to nod her head furiously and prayed that Marge saw it.
Marge was focused on her finger swirling inside the belly button. She would push it further into the hole and move it left to right and up and down. She could feel the body starting to go limp and knew Donna was starting to surrender. She also heard the sound of the laughter coming down and knew she was entering the silent laughter part. She knew once a victim got to that point, they were in desperation mode. She was determined to make this woman suffered. At the moment, she did not care if Donna passed out. She would simply wake her up and torture her again. She craved this moment. She wanted nothing more than to have Donna begin to submit. It would finally knock this arrogant woman off her high horse and start to become a worthless pile of human flesh. She noticed Donna’s head was nodding yes furiously and she wondered if this was her submission. She pulled her finger away from the belly button and then put her face next to Donna’s left ear. “Well, are you going to tell me to take that bra off, or do I have to keep torturing you? I don’t care if you die to tell you the truth. Because one way or another, I will see your tits.” she threatened with a very cold tone in her voice.
Donna felt some sense of relief as the belly attack had finally stopped. Her entire body felt that wave of relief even though her body temperature was very hot and her body was tingling all over. She gasped for air and even started to cough because her mouth was so dry. She started to feel some aching and knew she was not doing well. Her mind was a mess, and she didn’t know what to think. Right now, she was in survival mode and just tried to get in as much air as she could. She heard Marge’s ominous voice in her ear, and she felt her emotions starting to come out. She desperately wanted to maintain her composure, but she was too tired, and her body was on fire. It really got to her that Marge didn’t care if she lived or not. All she wanted to do was torture her. Now, she started to understand what Becky must have felt like. She saw the young apprentice suffering from tickling by the thief and the poor woman was completely embarrassed. Now, it was happening to her, and she felt very sad. She knew she nodded her head which meant that she was giving in and was willing to do anything to prevent her from suffering. Her emotions built up and her eyes watered. She looked over at Marge and saw her beaming face. Donna wanted to catch her breath and tried to say words to her.
“I can’t hear you, Donna. What are you trying to tell me? Tell me, you stupid bitch, or I will start tickling you again. I won’t stop until you DO pass out. SPEAK!!!” Marge demanded and felt her anger rising. She now felt that desire to crush this woman become even stronger. She did not want to show her mercy. She wanted to make this woman suffer more than anyone else in the world. She had no idea why she was feeling this way, but she loved it.
“Please….please……stop this…..I-I can’t take…..it……please….” Donna panted, still trying to get air in her lungs. She felt beads of sweat now trickling down and also felt her hair coming undone from the bun that it was in. She started to feel that urge to start crying but held it back as hard as she could.
“Oh, you can take it, and you can take EVEN MORE!!! Now, I saw you nodding your head. Does that mean I can take this bra off? Hmmmm?” Marge asked with a grin. She was excited for this moment because if Donna submitted to having her bra taken off, then the pathway to molding her into a sex slave was going to happen.
Donna heard that question and now she couldn’t hold the tears back. They started to trickle from her eyes, and she felt her lips quivering. Her body felt so extremely sensitive that continued tickle torture would surely do her in. Now, out of sheer desperation, she had to do the one thing she thought she would never do. Submit. “Yes…..” she nodded and then let more tears fall.
“Yes, what? I want you to TELL ME to take it off. DO IT!!!” Marge demanded. She felt some satisfaction out of humiliating this woman and knew she got her. This was the moment.
Donna felt herself about to absolutely lose all control of her emotions because her answer was going to truly crush her spirit. She felt she had no choice and now, just like Becky, she was about to lose her dignity and expose her body to others. “Take it off…..You can take off my bra. Please…. Don’t tickle me.” she said with her voice shaking.
“You hear that, ladies? DONNA PRESCOTT wants me to take off her bra!! How about that? Looks like Donna here, is nothing but a *****, willing to share her breasts with the world!” Marge yelled out to embarrass Donna further. She felt a sense of joy because she finally got Donna to submit to her. After all those weeks of this same woman berating her, her dancers and her customers, she was about to get her just due. She then reached behind the body and unclasped the bra. She did not want to waste any time and wanted to make sure poor Donna suffered. She then pulled the bra cups off the breasts and rested it on top of the chest. Her eyes then gazed at the naked breasts before her. She was impressed with them as they were a size C and had a soft, round shape to them. The small brown nipples were stiff, and she saw them shivering a little. She was being honest with herself acknowledging that the breasts looked amazing and she did not expect that on a woman like Donna. “WOW!!!! Look at her tits!!! They look NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICE!!!!” she gloated.
Donna felt her bra coming off her breasts and her face turned beet red with shame. For the first time ever, someone saw her naked breasts other than a doctor. She couldn’t do anything from stopping Marge from looking at them and, worst yet potentially touching them. She heard the joy in Marge’s voice and that made her feel terrible. The red headed boss of a burlesque show was thrilled to see her breasts. The humiliation really settled in, and she let the tears fall some more. Her head dropped and she wished she was back home, safe and sound. “Please…..cover me. You saw them….” she whimpered.
“Oh Donna, these tits of yours are very lovely!!! Hey Rita, Diane, come check them out. Hehehe” Marge invited. She was truly savoring the moment and now the humiliation of Donna was going to take place. She also knew there were four other women inside the room in the shadows that were witnessing all of this as well.
Rita walked around Donna’s body and now saw the front side of her. Her eyes went wide with surprise as she saw the naked breasts. She was stunned to see how nice they looked. She loved that soft rounded shape and even though they sagged a little, they looked really appealing. Because Donna was such a rude and arrogant woman, she never really paid attention to her physical features. As they tortured her, she was starting to notice the physical features more and more. She wasn’t a bad looking woman at all. Had she been a lot nicer, she might have even lusted after her. She saw the dropped head and heard some soft whimpering. She knew that Donna had to be mortified, and her dignity was gone. There was some sense of satisfaction in that, but she also felt a little bad for her. This was surely an embarrassing moment. Right now, however; she wanted to enjoy the moment just like everyone else. “Those are nice!!! You mean to tell me all this time; Donna had beautiful breasts and didn’t want to share them with all of us? Donna, you have some really beautiful tits. I really like them. I also love how stiff your nipples are. Maybe you like showing us your tits after all…..” she teased.
Donna was an emotional wreck as she heard the two women talking about her breasts. She was still in disbelief that her breasts were exposed like that. She looked down at them and there they were. Sticking out for everyone to see. She saw her nipples and how stiff they were. She couldn’t understand why she was feeling aroused. The thought of another woman looking at her breasts was something she would feel so embarrassed about. When it happened to Becky by that thief, she felt terrified of it happening to her. What made her thoughts worse was that if they exposed her breasts, then they would probably expose the rest of her body. That really made her feel shameful and her mind was starting to break. “Please….why are you doing this to me? I-I would have never done something like this to you. Cover me. Please….” she pleaded.
“Hehehe you must be so filled with shame right now. Well, you should. Again, as a sex slave your breasts are going to be exposed probably every day, so you might as well get used to it. Now, since we see your beautiful tits, I have to test the product. After all, we want to do a great sell job to the clients about your physical features. Are your tits soft or firm? Let’s find out!” Marge threatened. She really enjoyed how emotional Donna was at the moment. She could sense the woman was losing the will to fight because of the utter humiliation, which is where she wanted her. She then reached her right hand forward and softly squeezed the left breast. Her eyes lit up as she felt how soft the skin was. The breast was a little firm, but it was also very soft. She groped around the mound a little and made noises as though she was inspecting a product. “Hmmmm…..pretty nice. I like how they sag a little, but not too much. The skin is very soft, which means she takes good care of herself. I think this is one of the better breasts we have played with. I think some man, or woman, will have a lot of fun with these babies. Hehehe” she teased.
Rita laughed as she heard Marge’s words. She also liked how the hand was touching that left breast. She started to really like how they looked. The nipple was so stiff and looked inviting. “Hey, how does it respond to stimuli. I know when my breasts are in someone’s mouth, it makes me tingle all over. Do you think she is capable of tingling all over? Or does her black heart eliminate all pleasurable sensations?” she teasingly asked.
“Hmmm! That is a good point! A bitch this mean to everyone probably doesn’t have any true pleasure sensations. I guess we will just have to test it out. Maybe she will surprise us and show us that beneath her bitchy exterior, is a wild, sex craved animal just waiting to come out. Hehehe” Marge taunted. She started to softly stroke her fingers over the breast and when they slipped to the underside of the mound, she felt the chest shaking. She loved how the breasts started to sway and then she heard a slight giggle. A cruel smile formed on her face because she had just discovered that Donna had ticklish breasts. That was an exciting find and she was truly going to torture this woman now. “Is that a giggle I hear? Donna Prescott, do you have ticklish breasts?” she asked.
Donna felt the fingers stroking her breasts and she was surprised that she felt a ticklish sensation. She felt the fingers on the top of the breast and when they went to the underside, the ticklish sensation was very strong. She felt some intense ticklish feelings throughout her body, and she started to shake her chest to get away from the fingers. It was no use, and the fingers kept stroking. She couldn’t help but let out a giggle and it mortified her. She never knew her breasts were ticklish, and it drove her wild. “hehehehehe please stop that! Hehehehe I-I don’t want to be touched anymore! Hehehehe why c-can’t you hehehe leave me EEEEEK!!! Alone??!!” she squealed.
“Hehehehe Awwwww…..Donna IS ticklish on her tits. I am truly going to enjoy this then.” Marge teased and started to tickle her the breast faster. She heard those delicious giggles coming from her victim and she loved how the chest was shaking around. She always loved women with ticklish breasts. It made them even more pretty and fun to play with. Now that she found this spot on Donna, she couldn’t wait until she tickled the rest of her naked body. She found a really sensitive spot on the outside edge of the breast and heard a loud shriek. “Hehehe yep, soooooo ticklish!” she teased.
Donna felt those fingers tickling her and she couldn’t stand it. The sensations were a lot stronger than she ever thought possible on her chest. She started to giggle and shriek repeatedly but she never lost that shameful feeling. Even though she was being tickled, they were still touching a part of her body that was very private. They were still trying to force her into becoming a sex slave. She also started to feel even more arousal and she was so confused about why her body liked all of this happening to her. She looked over at Rita who had this happy smile on her face and figured if Marge was not going to show her any mercy, then perhaps she could. “HEHEHEHEH HELP ME!!!! Rita!!! Help me!!!” she called out.
Rita heard the plea for help, and she smiled. She slowly shook her head because it was odd that Donna would ask her for help. They had a near physical confrontation earlier in the day and now she was asking her for help. After all the mean and rude things she did to everyone she encountered and making Becky cry, she had the nerve to ask her for help. She looked into Donna’s eyes and saw desperation. She smiled back at her and wanted to make her regret ever being such a rude and arrogant woman. “You are asking me for help? Sorry, you DESERVE this! Maybe next time you will think about your behavior before you make someone cry!” she yelled at her.
“Who did she make cry?” Marge asked. She didn’t remember any of her girls crying, or any customers, so she was curious about what Rita was talking about. It seemed kind of personal, and she was very curious. Because if it was Rita crying, she was really going to torture this woman.
Rita heard that question and realized that she never told Marge or anyone else about her encounter with Becky. She didn’t tell anyone that she had a big crush on the cute apprentice and knew if she did, they would not be happy with her. Becky wasn’t a true deputy, but she was associated with law enforcement. If law enforcement ever found out about their activities, everything would come crashing down. She knew she had to lie in order to protect herself and the other dancers. “Um….It….it was me.” she lied.
“What? She made you cry???” Marge asked and stopped the breast tickling. Rita was her favorite dancer and if she was affected, she was going to be very emotional herself. She looked at Rita with caring eyes and wanted to hug her. “She really made you cry?” she asked.
Rita felt extremely nervous because she just lied to Marge, but she had to. She had to now make up a story in order to protect her feelings and the group as a whole. The last thing she wanted to do was make Marge angry. “Yeah….I was so mad at her for everything she has done to us. It got me to a point that I started crying. She makes me so angry!” she said, with a degree of truth in her words.
Marge heard that explanation and then she looked at Donna. The woman was still trying to recover from the tickling and now her resolve to torture her grew. She was very protective of her dancers and that fact that Rita was so enraged that she started to cry made her very angry. Rita was usually the calm, levelheaded one. The fact she was that angry really made her want to torture Donna and completely humiliate her. She saw the scared look in Donna’s eyes, and it was time to make her suffer again. “You see? You see how you affected people? You made Rita cry! Oh, you bitch, you are really going to get it now! Diane? Can you pull down her underwear please. In fact, take them off. I want her in just her shoes and stockings.” she instructed.
Donna’s eyes nearly came out of her head when she heard those instructions. She already heard Rita telling Marge that she cried because of how she treated her. That surprised her because she knew she yelled at Rita and the others plenty of times, but never knew they were to the point of an emotional breakdown. Fear gripped her soul because they wanted to torture her even more now. When she heard she was about to lose her underwear, that really set her off. That would be the ultimate humiliation. “What?? Y-You can’t be serious?! Marge, please!!! Don’t do that to me!! I’M SORRY!! I’M SORRY!!! DON’T TAKE OFF MY UNDERWEAR!!!!” she screamed.
Diane heard Rita’s story, and she felt bad for her friend. She knew Rita was a strong person and to hear that she was so upset over the treatment of all of them that she cried, made her dislike Donna even more. They all detested her because of her rudeness, but now it just seemed appropriate to torture her. If there ever was a woman who deserved to be a sex slave, it was Donna Prescott. She heard the instructions and with a wry smile, she walked up to Donna’s backside. She loved how both Rita and Marge were having fun with the breasts, but now, this was going to be even better. She placed her hands on either side of the underwear and started to pull them down. She felt them sliding off the hips and could see the top of the naked ass. She started to get excited seeing that very pale skin and couldn’t wait to see it all. “Yeah, let’s see what you got under these…” she told her.
Donna felt her entire body go stiff as she felt her underwear starting to come off. She felt them come off her hips and she was in complete shock. Her brain kept thinking that this could not be happening and it had to be a bad dream. She felt the garment come off her rear end and now her ass was exposed, as well as her very private front area. She looked at Marge and Rita’s faces and saw them staring at her hip area. This was a moment her mind would never forget. The shame she felt was overwhelming and when the underwear got to the ground and she was forced to step out of them, she started to cry. She was now naked except for her shoes and stockings. “Y-You stripped me. I-I’m naked. You stripped me naked!!! You stripped me naked! WHY? WHY??????” she wailed and started to feel her eyes filling with tears.
Marge felt a tingle in her loins as she saw the underwear coming off. She loved how pale the skin was and then saw the brown pubic hairs appearing. She watched with glee when the underwear fell to the ground and saw Diane taking them off the feet. Her eyes went back up the long, thin, pale-skinned legs and now Donna’s privates were exposed. She didn’t get a good look of the pussy because Donna was standing, but knew it was just a matter of time before she saw it up close and personal. She looked at Donna’s face and saw that crushing sadness on it. The sounds of Donna’s voice made her happy because she heard that emotional defeat in them. She smiled at her and her eyes turned to slits. “Now, you are about to become a *****….” she told her.
Rita was surprised when she saw the underwear coming off. It was going to be amusing watching Donna get stripped naked and then tortured. She saw the underwear come off fully and when she saw the pubic hairs, she wondered what the pussy looked like. She looked forward to the sexual conquering because this woman truly deserved the humiliation. She heard that every emotional voice from Donna and then she felt some sadness. She knew how proud of a woman Donna was and this had to be the most humiliating thing to ever happen to her in her entire life. It made her feel a little sorry for her, but she dismissed those feelings. This woman deserved this, and she wanted her to regret everything she had done to so many people. “Ooooh!!! She looks pretty good naked! You know, I think she will in fact fetch a good price. A woman this arrogant would be enticing for someone to break every single day.” she said with a smile.
Donna’s eyes filled with tears as she listened to the women talking about her and ogling her naked form. She felt her entire body temperature skyrocket due to the shame and humiliation she felt at the moment. She thought it was the most humiliating moment of her entire life when her breasts exposed, but now, this easily surpassed that feeling and she was utterly humiliated at the moment. She had no idea women could be this cruel to her. She hated being kidnapped. She hated being tied up. She hated the yelling and threats of becoming a sex slave. She hated having her chest exposed. But at this very moment, she truly hated being where she was and who she was. She started to shake in absolute shame and she wished she could just die. “Please….cover me. Cover me…” she whimpered.
Diane looked at Donna’s naked ass and smiled. She really enjoyed this moment. She loved how they just broke this woman’s soul and humiliated her far beyond her limits. She knew Donna was a prude of a woman, so being naked in front of others had to be horrifying. She then grabbed an ass cheek with each hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. The humiliation was going to continue and truly destroy this woman. “Ooooh!!! Her ass skin is SO soft, but the ass is also very firm. I like her ass! Hehehe” she teased.
Marge giggled when she heard Donna squealing when her ass got squeezed. She loved how uncomfortable Donna was and wanted to keep up the embarrassment. She saw her trembling in fear and shame. She saw how emotional she was getting. This was her objective, and she wasn’t done with her yet. “Hehehe is that true? Do you have a nice, firm ass? You just keep surprising us, Donna. Underneath that bitchy exterior is actually a sexy woman! I bet you like her grabbing your ass, don’t you? You NAUGHTY girl!” she taunted.
Donna squealed repeatedly when she felt each of her butt cheeks getting squeezed. These women were not stopping what they were doing to her, and her feelings were getting worse. She felt a tear trickling from her eye and streaking down her left cheek. She really wished this could end and she could go back home. “Please EEK don’t do this to EEK me! Please EEK let me EEK go!” she begged.
Rita watched as poor Donna continued to squeal each time her ass was squeezed. She saw the tear coming from the eye and she liked it a little. They were truly teaching Donna a harsh lesson. She wanted to maintain that anger towards the woman, so she could truly enjoy what was happening. She looked over at Marge and smiled. “Hehehe did you say she was a NAUGHTY girl? You know what happens to NAUGHTY girls, right?” she asked teasingly.
Marge had a large grin when she heard Rita’s question. It was time to continue to make Donna miserable and she looked right back at the helpless woman. “Yes, I do! You know what happens to naughty girls, Donna? They get………SPANKED!!!!” she said with joy.
Diane heard those words and smiled. She took her hands off the cheeks and then reached back with her right hand, then swung her arm as hard as she could and smacked the right ass cheek of poor Donna Prescott. The sound echoed throughout the entire room, and she heard that squeal of pain. “BAD GIRL!” she yelled.
“OOOOOOWWWW!!!!” Donna screamed as she felt that strike against her ass and she froze in time. The sound was very loud, and she felt that pain. It completely surprised her and now she panicked. These women were going to spank her! She hadn’t been spanked since she was a small child. She felt another strike across her ass, but on the left cheek. That strike was just as hard and now she felt terrible. The spanks kept hitting her and with each strike, it got worse for her. She was hopping on one foot and then switched on the other. She looked at the happiness on Marge and Rita’s faces and she started to break down. “WHY???? OW!!! WHY?” she cried out.
“You’re naughty, that’s why. Suffer bitch…..” Marge replied coldly. She loved how much agony Donna was in and wanted to continue to torture this woman. She could see Diane swinging her arms and striking that ass. She could see just how happy Diane was and that made her happy. She then went towards the backside of Donna to get a look at her ass. She saw the naked back, which was very pale skin, and then looked at her shapely ass. The ass cheeks were a bright pink and made a wonderful contrast with the pale back and legs. She watched as strike after strike continued and heard those agonizing whimpers of Donna echoing inside the room. She then looked at Diane and smiled. “Ok, you can stop now. Let’s see how much she repents for her sins. Hehehehe” she giggled.
Donna felt the spanking stop and she felt relief but also sheer emotional agony. This was completely embarrassing. They were truly trying to torture her, and she just couldn’t hold back anymore. She started to cry harder, and her body started to hang loose in her bondage. Her knees were getting weak, and she wanted to curl into a fetal position and just get away from the world. “I’m sorry sob I’m sorry…” she cried.
Rita saw Donna starting to hang limp and heard those cries of sorrow. She could feel Donna’s emotion and she started to feel slightly bad for her. She truly enjoyed the punishment and knew Donna deserved every last bit of it, but she wondered if the poor woman had enough. It was the sound of the crying. She could sense true sorrow in the woman. She was no longer that arrogant bitch who spewed hatred every time she spoke. Now, she was a helpless human being in her worst nightmare. She then remembered what this same woman did to Becky, and she wanted to maintain that anger. She could not give Donna mercy, especially after what she made Becky cry. “She is a mess.” she said.
“Yes, she is! Hehehe Awwww….poor bitchy Donna got a spanking! You deserved that you *****. I love the sound of your cries. You truly deserve to be miserable. That makes me happy. But I am sure we can lighten up the mood in the room! I want to hear laughter. Diane, could you do the honors? Her poor ass must be aching. Make her feel better. Hehehe” she instructed.
Diane grinned when she heard the instructions. She then formed her fingers into claws and started to flutter her nails across those tenderized ass cheeks. She touched those bright pink areas and saw how quickly Donna stood rigid and let out a horrific scream of laughter. “Tickle, tickle.” she teased.
“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHAHAHHAHAHAA NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” Donna screamed in ticklish agony. The nails fluttering on her tenderized butt cheeks produced a ticklish feeling she never experienced before. It was very intense, and she immediately started to squeal and sway her body wildly as she felt those nails. Her body was extremely sensitive, and the tickling was even worse than before. It was as though she was getting more and more ticklish as time passed.
Marge laughed when she saw Donna trembling, shaking and dancing on one foot to the next. She heard that scream and felt a chill in her body. She knew the potion had an effect and made everything so much worse. The fact Donna was reacting this way made her excited for what they still planned to do to her. Her eyes looked at the shoes and stockings and that made her lick her lips. When Ingrid told her about the night, she robbed Donna and tortured Becky, she heard that Donna was extremely frightful of her feet being touched. She couldn’t wait to get her hands on Donna’s feet and torture this woman beyond her sanity. “Hehehe ticklish ass, Donna?” she taunted.
Pilar stood in the shadows and observed the entire event taking place. She was in complete awe as they saw the burlesque dancers systematically breaking down this victim. She had no idea who this victim was, but apparently, this was very personal to the dancers. They were truly trying to torture this woman. She loved the team she was on. This was such a happy moment for her because she was with women that could be very cruel, and she inspired to be as ruthless. She enjoyed the victims she already had tormented back in Mexico. Now, she was taking notes on other potential tickle torture methods because she wanted to be the absolute best. Then she heard a noise. She looked to her left and saw a door opening. She grew a little nervous when she saw a small in stature woman entering the room. She had short cropped blond hair and wore black clothing. She had a very cute face and saw her walking into the light, getting closer to Marge. “I wonder who that is.” she thought to herself.
Ingrid walked into the room and felt really excited. She could hear the tortured screams from outside the room, and it got her blood pumping. She had just finished robbing a woman in Plotsville by tying her up, tickling her all over and stealing her jewelry. She really enjoyed this latest victim because she stripped her naked and tickled her private area even after the woman gave up the location of her jewels. The victim couldn’t stand being tickled on her feet and she easily gave up once she really tickled them. After all the activity at this facility lately and what she helped do to Phoebe Wellington recently, she wanted to further embarrass her victims and tickle them naked and force them to orgasm. The woman she robbed moments ago had a huge orgasm and she loved it. Now, she looked at the latest victim and her eyes went wide! She recognized who the victim was, and a major thrill of excitement filled her entire body. It was the one woman that she and all of her fellow dancers absolutely hated. It was Donna Prescott. What made her happy besides hearing that hysterical laughter was the fact that she was naked. She saw those nice sized breasts and could even see the pubic hairs. Ingrid was happy she made it on time because she knew the sexual humiliation was still to come and she definitely did not want to miss that. She walked up next to Marge and smiled. “Is that really Donna Prescott?” she asked.
Marge felt someone walking up next to her and she turned to her left and smiled. It was Ingrid and she had returned from her latest robbery. She saw the happy look on her face, which made her very happy as well. She winked at her and smiled. “Welcome back! Yes, that is Donna Prescott there laughing her stupid head off. Hehehehe She is such a nice victim. She is going to make such a great sex slave! Was your journey successful?” she asked.
“It was VERY successful! I wish you could have seen it. I had the woman all tied up and tickled her silly! Hehehe Her feet were amazing! She was laughing and laughing and laughing. She gave up her jewelry quickly afterwards. Then I made her cum. So, she got a reward. Her diamond necklace is probably worth a lot of money!” Ingrid replied. She loved it when she reported her capers back to Marge. She liked how successful she was and how the entire group was becoming more successful. Now, she looked at the group’s worst enemy and loved how naked Donna was.
“Great job my friend. Hehehehe as you can tell, Donna is part of the harem now. I can’t wait to sell her off and get rid of her once and for all.” Marge replied. She turned her attention back to Donna and loved how loud she was screaming. She saw her “dancing” in place as her ass was being tickled. She saw that look of sheer anguish on her face and how red and wet her eyes were from tears. She was starting to look like a complete mess and that was what she wanted.
“I see she is naked already. For a prude, sexless bitch such as herself, she does have a nice body. Haha did I miss the good stuff yet?” Ingrid asked. She hoped they didn’t force Donna into orgasms yet, because she definitely wanted to see that. She noticed the pubic hair and started to think they hadn’t attacked that area yet.
“Not yet. She is just in the middle of her suffering. Her feet are next. Hahaha” Marge answered. She kept looking at those shoes and stockings and couldn’t wait to touch what was most likely a horrifically ticklish spot on her victim.
“Oh yeah!!! Her feet! You should have seen the reaction she gave when I was taking off her shoes after I tickle destroyed that idiot Becky. Even after all the torture I did on Becky, Donna didn’t give up the jewelry until I was about to tickle her feet. I can’t wait to see just how ticklish she is!” Ingrid said, then did a small handclap. She was getting very excited about the possibility of Donna having her feet tickled and her suffering even more.
“Hehehe that’s right. Oh, this will be fun. I think she will suffer a little bit longer, then we go after her feet.” Marge grinned. She continued to watch Donna laughing and shaking her body around as much as possible. She loved the reactions she was getting and now she wanted to give her a little more suffering. She walked up closer to Donna’s body and looked at her chest shaking. Those size C breasts were wobbling around and she did like them. She reached her hands forward and started to stroke her fingers on the undersides of the mounds. Since the ass was being tickled, she wanted to tickle the breasts and keep making the woman she despised suffer even more. “Tickle titties! Tickle titties!” she taunted.
Donna continued to feel like she was in Hell. The way those nails skittered all over her very tender ass cheeks drove her absolutely insane. Her body was so very sensitive and after the spanking she received, her body was even more sensitive. The more she was tickled by those nails on her ass, the more she felt ticklish. It was a very surreal feeling because the intensity kept increasing. Then she felt something stroking the underside of her breasts and she looked downwards. She saw her breasts moving around and saw Marge’s hands. The sensation she felt really tore right through her very fabric of being and she really exploded in laughter. Her body was too responsive for her to handle, and she lost it. The ticklish feeling was overwhelming, and she panicked again. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP PLEASE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO MORE!!! HAHAHAHA OH GAWD IT TICKLES!!! IT TICKLES!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she wailed away.
“I know it does, you bitch. You deserve this. You deserve to keep suffering. I have plans for you and your surprisingly sexy body. Very sexy plans…..” Marge told her as her fingers continued to tickle those delicate undersides of the breasts. She saw the nipples were still stiff and once they started going after Donna sexually, her life would be ruined, and she would be a great sex slave. That’s what made all of this so joyful to her. Someone as arrogant and snobby as Donna would become an obedient, docile sex slave. She loved it when her fingers touched the outer edges of the breasts and loved that ticklish squeal. She wanted to do this all night long.
Diane continued to tickle that tender ass with her nails. She was getting really wrapped up in the torture and the fact that this as belonged to a woman that every single burlesque dancer despised made it even sweeter. She loved the sound of that hysterical laughter. She loved the way the ass would clench and shake around. When her nails touched the tender pink skin, the reactions were priceless. She always enjoyed tickling victims and looked forward to making this happen more often. This victim was just extra special. She wanted to explore the ass and find every nook and cranny possible to make Donna suffer. She looked around Donna’s quivering body and noticed her friend, and professional thief, Ingrid, standing over there. That made her smile because Ingrid was such an awesome friend. “Ingrid!! You’re back! See how much fun we are having?” she asked her.
Ingrid saw Diane’s smile and she grinned. She loved her fellow dancers, and Diane was a great mentor. She walked over to her and looked at Donna’s ass. She was impressed that someone as ugly inside as Donna would have such a sexy ass. She saw how pink the skin was in contrast to the rest of the pale skin and surmised that she received a nice spanking. That sent chills to her body because she would have loved to have seen it. “Yes, I can tell! I love how she screams! Her ass is that ticklish, huh?” she asked with a smile.
“Hehehe yes, it is! I love how my nails scratch all over her skin. She is REALLY sensitive right now. Hey, want to help me?” Diane offered. She wanted to further the torment and figured Ingrid could help her.
“Sure!!! What do you want me to do?” Ingrid asked with excitement. She was very thrilled that she was going to have an opportunity to participate in the torture of a woman they all truly despised. She looked at Diane with eager eyes and was happy she would be involved in a second tickle torture moment this same night.
“Can you pull her ass cheeks apart? I want to touch her in some very intimate places. Hehehe” Diane requested. She figured it was time to take the torture to another level. The hysterical laughter continued because Marge was tickling the breasts, and it was time for her to show Donna what more suffering was going to be.
“Hehehe yes!!! Here, let me….grab her cheeks. Like this?” Ingrid asked as she positioned her body where she wrapped her arms around the body, grabbed an ass cheek with each hand and pulled them apart. She could feel Donna’s body slamming against hers, but not hard enough to cause her to move her position.
“Yes, just like that!” Diane replied with a huge grin. She saw how pale the ass crack was and shivered. Very intimate areas on Donna’s body were being exposed and knew this woman was going to absolutely lose it. She then took the tip of her right index finger and placed it right on the tailbone. She then slowly dragged her finger from the tailbone and right into the exposed crack. She saw the ass immediately trying to clench, but Ingrid’s hands kept the cheeks apart. “Hehehe she is a bit sensitive here.” she teased.
Donna was still in ticklish agony as her breasts were being tickled. She felt the ass tickling stop and heard voices speaking. She was in a state of ticklish delirium that she couldn’t really tell what the women were saying. It broke her heart that these women ganged up on her and were torturing her. She then felt a body getting close to hers which limited her shaking around and suddenly felt her butt cheeks being pulled apart. Her brain was trying to register what was happening and then she felt something. She felt something hard touching her tailbone, then slowly stroking down right in the crack of her ass! Her eyes almost came out of her head as that sensation was something she never felt before. Like her breasts, she never knew the crack of her behind was ticklish. She screamed a very loud and shrill laughter, and she couldn’t even close her cheeks. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME????? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she screamed.
Diane smiled as she heard that laughter. Her nail continued to go down the crack and the reaction was priceless. This ass crack was very, very sensitive and she just wanted to keep torturing it. She moved her nail back up the crack, and would tickle the cheeks a little more, then back to the valley of the crack. The ass cheeks were desperately trying to clench together but Ingrid held that area open for her. She really loved how it looked watching her nail stroke up and down that crack, tickling all that sensitive skin. She couldn’t even imagine the agony Donna felt and enjoyed giving her more and then she felt her nipples stiffening as she thought about something. She figured it was time to send Donna a message that her body now belong to Madam Broussard’s Burlesque show and eventually a client who had her as a sex slave. She slowly moved her finger down the ass crack again, but this time, kept going down the crack until she grazed that puckered hole. It was time to play with that hole and touch Donna intimately. “Tickle tickle” she teased as she stroked her finger around the outer rim of the hole.
Donna was still losing her mind as she felt the ass crack tickling and the breast tickling. She was also very concerned and confused that her body was so aroused as well. The way this torture was going, her body loved it, but her mind was in sheer Hell. Then she felt the nail going even slower down her butt crack and eventually touched somewhere so intimate and hidden on her body, that it truly wrecked her. “AAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA WHAT ARE YOU DOING??? HAHAHAHAHA YOU’RE TOUCHING ME HAHAHAHAH THERE????” she screamed.
“Yes, I am touching you there. Let’s see how ticklish this cute little hole of yours is. hehehe” Diane teased as her finger continued to graze across the outer rim. She could feel and see the ass cheeks trying to clench. The sound of that laughter and screaming sent chills throughout her entire body. She knew this moment had to be too much for Donna and she was going to enjoy every single moment of it. The finger then went directly across the diameter of the hole and got a very good reaction. “hehehe I think I will need to wash this finger when I am done. She has such a cute hole! I like how puckered it looks. Has anyone ever touched you here before, Donna? Doesn’t it feel nice to have your hole played with by…..A WOMAN?” she taunted as her finger continued to titillate that hole.
Donna continued to feel that fingernail on her hole and it was the most surreal feeling she ever had. The sensation was very odd to her, but her body responded to it. The sensation was intense, and it was driving her absolutely crazy. Her eyes were nearly coming out of her head, and her mouth was wide open. She let out a horrific scream of laughter and what really got to her was the words that Diane just said to her. There was a woman in fact touching a very intimate part of her body and it blew her mind. These women were truly pushing her beyond her limits. They were playing with her near naked body and her body loved it. Her mind was in agony knowing that her body responded to a lesbian touch. “AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME???? HAHAHAHAHA” she roared.
“Touching you. I know you are enjoying this. Hehehe Who would have ever thought that deep within her soul, Donna Prescott was a…..lesbian. hehehe” Marge teased. With Diane playing with Donna’s hole, and she was playing with the breasts, it was time to do a little sexual humiliation before she went after the feet.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA I AM NOT HAHAHAHAHA LESBIAN!!!” Donna screamed. She did not want to admit something she was not. She never liked a woman sexually before which was why she was going crazy right now. Her entire body was tingling with arousal to go along with the horrific ticklish feelings. She felt another swipe of the finger near her hole, and she let out a loud ticklish shriek.
“Oh no? Then why are your nipples so hard? Hmmm? I bet your body loves what we are doing to it. We will get to the truth, Donna. In fact, I think you are going to have an orgasm tonight. Hehehe” Marge teased. She started to play with the nipples and loved the reaction she was getting. She gently pulled on them and then started to flicker her fingers against them. The nipples grew even harder, and she kept her thumbs on them, gently teasing them.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA I DON’T KNOW!!!! HAHAHAHA I DON’T KNOW WHY MY HAHAHAHA NIPPLES ARE HARD!!! I AM BEGGING YOU!!! PLEASE HAHAHAHAHAHA DON’T TOUCH ME LIKE THAT!!!” Donna begged. The hole teasing and the nipple play was really getting to her. She could feel her body responding to the sensations and she even started to feel a tingling sensation between her legs. She had no idea how this could even happen. She felt that touch on her hole and remembered watching Becky suffering from it. She remembered Becky being in such agony and now it was happening to her. She really felt sad because they were really pushing her into places she never dreamed of. “HAHAHAHA PLEASE HAVE MERCY!!” she screamed.
Rita was truly enjoying witnessing Donna going crazy from the ass tickling and the nipple tease. She could see how hard the nipples were and since the hole was being played with, she could only imagine how much Donna was suffering. She then thought about using feathers to increase the sensual sensation. She knew Diane was playing with the hole with her finger, and figured a feather would probably be effective. She walked away from the scene and back into the dark area of the room. She found one of her feathers and then headed back towards the victim. She went to the backside, and she loved how Ingrid was holding the ass cheeks apart. It looked like Diane was using her fingernail with precision and touching the most tender spots on the hole, causing the victim to lose her mind. “Hey Diane, you can use this feather. It should really drive her wild. I am sure she will lose her mind very soon.” she grinned.
“Thank you, Rita! Yes, let me use this feather on this precious little hole. She is going crazy. Hahaha” Diane giggled, then took the feather. She saw the look on Ingrid’s face, and it was a large smile. She watched at Ingrid then spread the cheeks open even further and now she could see that hole even better. She softly stroked the fronds up and down the crack, and then over the hole. “Time to tease you and get you wet. Hehehe Is it even possible that she could get wet?” she asked jokingly.
Donna felt that feather teasing her butt crack, and it sent another tidal wave of ticklish sensations throughout her body. It was as though they were trying to turn her inside out. The sensations were very overpowering, and she just kept laughing. This was a devastating experience for her because they just would not stop trying to torture her and touch her in such a manner. The nipple teasing resumed, and she looked at the face of Marge. That woman was truly enjoying her misery, and she started to fall apart. The tickling sensations were still driving her crazy, but she still felt the urge to cry even harder.” Marge….please hehehehehe make them hehehehe stop! I don’t want this to hehehehehe happen. I am hehehehe begging you…please….” She whined.
“Does it look like I care about your well-being right now? I told you that you were going to suffer and you will. Now, I will be nice and give you a chance for a break. You want us to stop touching your private spots? Well, I want you to tell me that you want your shoes and stockings to come off. Tell me you want us to play with your barefeet. If you do not want that to happen, then you can also admit that you are a lesbian and you like it.” Marge offered. She already knew they were going to be tickling the feet, but it was also fun to mess with Donna’s mind. She wondered what was going to be said next and let go of the nipples.
Donna gasped at that offer, and it made her even more emotional. Even though the nipple play stopped, her ass was still getting feathered and now her feet were being tickle threatened. She definitely did not want her feet touched. She knew how explosively ticklish they were and if they tortured her there, she would surely lose her mind. She remembered when the thief was taking off her shoe. Her feet were going to be tortured back then, and that was when she surrendered the location of the precious ruby. She also did not want to tell them she was a lesbian, and she liked being touched in that way. Her eyes leaked out more tears because she knew she was doomed no matter what she chose. “Please don’t make me….hehehehe please don’t make me choose.” she whined.
“Donna, Donna, Donna. You are so pitiful. I guess we will just have to play with your feet. We already know you are a secret lesbian, so your feet it is. Ladies, let’s see her naked feet!” Marge instructed. She saw that look of sadness on the face and wanted to keep torturing her.
Ingrid let go of the ass cheeks and started to clap. She remembered how close she was to tormenting Donna’s feet on that fateful night before the woman revealed the location of the jewels. The sheer panic in Donna’s eyes let her know that those feet were going to be really ticklish and torturing them would be the best moment ever. She saw Diane pull the feather away and it was time to really have some fun. “I want to help take her shoes and stockings off! I was so close to getting her feet the last time!” she told her friends.
Diane giggled when she heard the enthusiasm in Ingrid’s voice. She remembered that story and now it looked like they were truly going to find out just how ticklish those feet were. Donna was very sensitive all over and now they were going after a sure weakness. “Ok, let’s take her shoes and stockings. I want to see her feet too!” she said.
Ingrid quickly reached down and picked up the right ankle from the ground. It forced Donna to apply her weight on her left foot in order to not hang loose from the ceiling and pull her arms. She looked at the bottom of the shoe and smiled. She was so very close to tickling this foot and now it was time. She grabbed the heel of the shoe and started to tug at it. She heard the shoe pop off the heel and now the process was beginning. Her heart started to race, and she felt an excitement flowing through her as she slid off the shoe. The shoe came off the toes and now, the stockinged foot was exposed! The material was black, so she couldn’t see the foot itself, but that was going to be resolved quickly. “She has big feet. They are a size 9!” she yelled out.
Donna started to whimper once she felt her shoe coming off her heel and once it came off her foot, her head dropped in shame and fear. The most ticklish spot on her body that she knew about before her ass was tickled was now exposed and they were surely going to tickle her there. She felt great fear within her very soul and prayed they would not touch her foot. She involuntarily crunched her toes together, trying anything to protect her foot. She then shuddered when she heard her shoe hitting the floor. She lifted her head again and made contact with Marge. “Please….I am begging you. Please don’t let them touch my feet. Please…..not the feet.” she pleaded.
“Something wrong with your feet? I am sure they will treat your feet with the love we have shown you so far. Hehehehe I will admit Donna, the thought of us touching your feet really thrills me. I think I need to go see them. Be right back!” Marge told her, then walked behind Donna’s hanging form. She could see Ingrid holding that right ankle and she could see the stockinged covered sole of the foot. The foot was wiggling around in ticklish fear. She was excited to see what the foot looked like. She looked at Ingrid and winked. “Take off her stocking now. Let’s see what her foot looks like. I hope it is cute. I think this might be the first time anyone has seen her feet!” she said with a thrill in her voice.
Ingrid licked her lips and started to peel the stocking down from the middle of the inner thigh on the right leg and then slipped it past the bent knee. She felt the leg trembling in fear and felt a rush of excitement. She was finally going to see these feet. The stocking made it past the calf muscle, and then off the ankle. She looked at Marge, Diane and Rita. They all had excited looks on their faces and she took a deep breath. She could hear some whimpering sounds from Donna behind her, and she started to peel the stocking off the heel. She saw the pale skin of the ankle, but the heel was a creamy color. The foot looked narrow, and she continued to peel the stocking off. The arch started to get exposed, and it was a nice design. It was not a low arch or a very high one but had good definition. Her eyes got wide when the ball of the foot was exposed. The sole itself was narrow. This was a long and narrow foot. The ball of the foot was small, and she wondered what the toes looked like. “Ok, ladies! Time to see Donna Prescott’s toes!!” she called out.
Donna let her head hang in shame. They were still stripping her and now her feet were going to be exposed. Once they were, she was going to be completely naked. This entire ordeal truly was breaking her spirit. The women would not stop. They were truly breaking her down from head to toe. She knew her toes were about to get exposed and once she felt the stocking come off her toes, she felt completely ashamed. Now, she just had one shoe and stocking left on her body which she knew would soon be taken off as well. “Please stop doing this to me…..” she mumbled.
Ingrid slipped the stocking off the toes, and she grinned once she saw the complete naked foot. The toes were long, with the index toe slightly longer than the big toe, and the rest of the toes descended in length. The skin was creamy to match the rest of the sole. She saw the foot trembling and finally, she laid her eyes on Donna’s naked foot. The skin looked soft, and she was very excited to finally torment it. “Look at her foot!!! It looks nice! It appears this bitch just keeps surprising us. I really wish I got to torture her before in her house. But this place is better! Because she can scream as loud as she wants and no one will care. Hehehe” she said with great enthusiasm in her voice.
“She does have a nice-looking foot. Well, what do you know? Donna Prescott is actually attractive physically. That is even better because clients would be happy to buy her and fill her holes. Hehehehe The best part is, by the time we are done with her, she won’t even have that bitchy personality of hers. She will be a sobbing mess! I hope a woman purchases her. I would love to see Donna as a lesbian sex slave. I am sure she would love to feel a tongue somewhere.” Marge taunted. She made her voice loud enough so that Donna could hear all of it. She wanted to continue to destroy the woman’s mind.
Donna felt extremely nervous now that her foot was exposed. She could hear their comments about her feet and how they hoped she would become a lesbian sex slave. She couldn’t help but cry about her situation. There was no escape for her. They were definitely torturing her, and it was working. There was no one coming to save her because they probably didn’t even know where she was. Her mind then thought about something she heard. The one who seemed to be holding her foot had past knowledge about her. She had no idea what that woman meant by being tortured in her own home. She was only there with Becky and the thief. Then her eyes popped open as she realized something. She did see a small statured woman coming into the light and stood next to Marge and Rita. The woman was cute and had short cropped blond hair. What stood out was that she was short and thin and wore loose black clothes. Her mind wondered if that woman was the thief! That got her really emotional because even though the other dancers did a great job of torturing her, the thief really tormented Becky and got her to admit where the jewels were. She tried to pull her foot free, but the hand around her ankle held firm. “Please!!! Don’t torture me!! I gave you the ruby!!!” she screamed.
Ingrid was smiling and looking at the helpless foot. Then she heard what Donna said, and she smiled. It appeared that Donna might have figured out that she was the thief. She looked over at Marge and wondered if she should reveal her identity. The best part about her being a thief was that no one could truly tell if she was a man or a woman in those loose black clothes and her hooded mask. She shrugged her shoulders and wondered what she should do.
Marge smiled when she heard that Donna might have figured out that Ingrid was the thief terrorizing the women of Plotsville. It amused her because even though Donna may have realized who the thief was, her fate was sealed because she wouldn’t be able to tell anyone since she was going to be a sex slave somewhere. She walked back into Donna’s view and saw the panicked look on her face. “Why are you yelling about a ruby?” she asked.
Donna saw Marge enter her vision and she trembled. She also felt her foot drop back to the floor and wondered what was about to happen to her. She heard Marge’s question and grew nervous. If she was wrong about the small woman and she was not the thief, Marge would probably want to torture her even more than she has. “Nothing! I was just yelling!” she answered.
“You said it for a reason. Did someone try to torture you before?” Marge asked. She wanted to know if Donna truly knew it was Ingrid. It was still enjoyable either way, because she truly wanted to see those feet tickled.
“Yes! A thief broke into my house and stole the ruby!” Donna shouted back. She started to shake in her bonds, and she could also feel how cold the ground was since her naked right foot was on the floor.
“Hmmmm…. Sounds like that thief that was going around Plotsville, right? I remember your big mouth complaining about it in the town square. You think that thief is here?” Marge asked with a smirk. She figured it would be fun to have Donna realize that she was right and the Tickling Thief was in this room. She motioned her hand towards Ingrid to come over and reveal herself. “Does she look familiar?” she asked.
Ingrid went to the front of Donna and smiled. She then reached underneath her shirt and pulled out her mask. She quickly placed it on her head and stood there for Donna. “Remember me? hehehe” she asked giggling.
Donna’s jaw dropped when she saw that very familiar figure. As soon as she saw the mask, she recognized the woman that humiliated Becky Lockhart and was going to torture her. Her heart sank because now, she was surely going to be tortured. The thief had frightened her immensely and now that she was in this room, she panicked! “NOOOO!!! STAY AWAY FROM ME!!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!” she yelled.
“hehehe awwwww……she is not happy to see me! Just when you thought you avoided me, I am here, and I am REALLY going to torture you. Now, let me get those feet!!” Ingrid said, then pulled off her mask. She then went to the backside again, grabbed the right ankle and pulled the foot up in the air, where the sole was upturned and the knee was bent.
“SOMEONE HELP ME!!! HELP MEEEEEEEEEE!!!” Donna screamed when her foot was pulled up into the air again. She knew her foot was about to be tickled by the woman who tickle destroyed Becky. It was still stunning that the burlesque show was hiding that thief the entire time.
Marge loved the sound of Donna’s panicked screams. It appeared that even though Ingrid did not actually torture Donna when she broke into her home, she must have done one heck of a job on Becky to cause Donna so much fear. She really loved it and now it was time to listen to that tortured laughter. “Ok…..tickle her.” she simply commanded.
Ingrid grinned when she heard that she could tickle the foot. She really loved tickling Becky’s feet that fateful night, but tickling Donna’s was going to be a lot of fun for her. She looked at the long foot and simply did a quick stroke of her finger down the length of the foot. Her finger zipped past the heel, into the arch, and off the ball of the foot. The foot immediately went spastic, and she held onto it. “hehehe she’s ticklish!” she said with excitement.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NOT MY FEET!!!! ANYWHERE BUT MY HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHFEEEEEEEEEEEETTTTTTTT!!!!!!” Donna screamed to the top of her lungs. That ticklish shockwave was very intense, and it drove her crazy. Her body was already really sensitive, and her feet were always highly ticklish. Now, she was naked, tickled all over the rest of her body, including the hole in her butt, spanked, ridiculed and humiliated. She shut her eyes tight and just let out the loudest laughter from the depths of her soul.
“Wow! She is really ticklish on her feet. Hehehe This is going to be fun.” Rita giggled. She was enjoying the interaction with Ingrid and Donna. It was surreal that Donna now knew Ingrid was the thief, but it didn’t matter. She was never going to be seen again, so they could reveal whatever they wanted. She looked at Ingrid’s dainty fingers stroking the bottom of that foot and knew it had to make Donna suffer a lot. She also remembered hearing from Ingrid how she tortured Becky. She had mixed feelings about that one because Ingrid was her friend, and she had a big crush on Becky. She was happy that it was now Donna suffering, and she had to focus on that. She thought about Becky’s big, ticklish feet, and how Ingrid must have made her suffer. She shook her head, trying anything to stop thinking about Becky and just focus on the task at hand.
Ingrid continued to stroke her fingers over the foot. She was starting to have some trouble holding the foot still because the leg was still not tied and Donna was using all of her strength to pull away. She did notice the tenderness of the skin and knew she could really wreck this woman. She looked over at Diane and winked. “Hey, could you hold her ankle for me? She is getting too strong right now for me to really tickle her into insanity.” she asked.
“I sure can! You held her ass for me, I can help you torment her feet.” Diane responded. She then grabbed the right ankle with both hands and tried to hold the foot still. She could feel how hard she was trying to pull away and really had to hold onto it. She really wanted to see that foot get tickled senseless.
“Now foot, you are all mine!!” Ingrid said to the helpless upturned sole and then started to run the fingers on both hands up and down the sole. She made her fingertips pitter patter up and down that tender skin and saw how the toes curled very tightly, making a lot of wrinkles on the foot. She loved feeling how the skin rippled on her fingers. What she really loved was the horrific ticklish laughter coming from Donna. She finally found out just how ticklish the feet really were.
“MAKE IT STOP!!!!HAHAHAHAHA MAKE HER STOP!!!! HAHAHAHAHA I CAN’T STAND IT!!! HAHAHAHAHA FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY MAKE HAHAHAHAHAHHAA HER STOP!!!!” Donna screamed. This foot tickling was worse than she thought. Her body was so exhausted and sensitive that any touch on her was sure to drive her wild. She tried to yank her leg free, but it was being held firm. She moved her foot around, but those dainty fingers never left her foot. She looked at the ceiling and just laughed her head off. The sheer intensity of the ticklish feelings was getting to be too much for her. She felt her body convulsing from the ticklish feelings, and she prayed it would be over soon.
UP NEXT: Donna continues to suffer, and Marge senses betrayal
Ok fans, how did you like this chapter? Donna is going through a lot and the humiliation has to be very intense for her. She is learning real fast that her ways caused this. I also hope you realize that even though she is such a snob, she is also very human. I wonder if any of you will have sympathy for her. I can say that I truly enjoyed writing this scene, and this story still has so much more to go. I am excited presenting these chapters each week and by the time the saga is finished, I hope it is satisfactory for you overall. Thanks for all the support. I say it every week, and I truly mean it. No way in Hell do I write all of this without the support of all of you. Your comments are most welcomed and encouraged.
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PART 10
TRAFFICKING LOCATION
Donna slowly started to open her eyes after coming to. She felt her head hurt a little, and she started to move her body around. Her mind started to get really active, and she then tried to rub her eyes. She suddenly realized she could not move her arms, and she was in a standing position. She opened her eyes wide and discovered her arms were above her head and tied to a wooden beam. She felt herself on her toes and now she started to feel fear. The last thing she remembered, there was a blond woman in her doorway, and she was suddenly on her back on the floor. Before she could truly grasp what was happening to her, she saw blackness. Now, she started to struggle, and she felt a lot of fear. “What the? Hey!! Help me!! Is anyone here? I am trapped! Where am I?” she called out.
“In Hell….hahahaha” a voice responded.
Donna heard that ominous voice and she started to look around. She noticed she was in some kind of room, and a lantern illuminated where she was, but there was darkness all around her. She tried to pull at the ropes holding her wrists, but she just couldn’t get them loose. She was also standing on the tips of her toes, and she couldn’t get any real leverage. Her heart was beating out of her chest and fear took over. She had no idea where she was, or what someone wanted with her. “Hey!!! Let me go!! Help me please! My arms! My arms are tied!” she called out.
“You noticed, huh? Hahaha Well, DONNA PRESCOTT, it is time you pay for your sins.” the voice continued.
Donna gasped when she heard her name called out. It appeared that whoever captured her wanted to do harm to her and she panicked. “PLEASE!!! DON’T HURT ME!! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?” she yelled.
“I want you to suffer. You see, you are quite the nuisance. NO ONE in Plotsville likes you. You are rude, obnoxious and frankly, A TOTAL BITCH!!!! Now, we have you and your life will never be the same again. Hehehe” the voice continued to taunt Donna.
Donna felt herself turning white as a ghost when she heard those ominous words. It appeared that whoever it was, they were trying to do her harm. She could tell it was a woman’s voice, and she wondered who it was. It did sound very familiar, and she continued to look around the room. “Please! Please don’t hurt me. I-I am very scared right now, and I don’t want to die.” she said, with her voice quaking in fear.
“You won’t die. I can promise you that. However, you will suffer….” Marge whispered as she stood right behind Donna. She couldn’t help but feel very powerful at the moment. She had Donna helpless and now it was time to completely break her. Out of all the citizens in Plotsville, this was the one person she truly despised. She hated how she affected her business as this woman would berate her customers and call her dancers *****s. Torturing this woman would be such a splendid treat and it was time to get started.
“AAAAAHHHHH!!!! You scared me!” Donna reacted when she heard the voice right next to her ear. She tried to move her body around and felt like she was swinging a bit. Her legs were tied together, so she couldn’t kick. Then she froze in place when she saw the person behind her now appearing in front of her. She was stunned to see Marge Broussard standing right before her. The woman looked very angry, and it didn’t help that she towered over her. She started to get upset because the woman she was trying to run out of business, had kidnapped her and threatened her. She had a mixture of fear and anger, and she wanted to get herself out of this predicament. The way Marge was talking, it sounded like she wanted to do her harm. “MARGARET BROUSSARD!!!! You are behind this? Why you sick, twisted woman! Untie me this instance!! How dare you send some kind of people to my home and kidnap me! How dare you tie me up! Now, you let me go and we can forget this OBVIOUS crime!!!” she yelled.
“Hehehehehe oh Donna. You think you are in charge of me? You have got to be the dumbest woman around. There would be ZERO point in kidnapping you, tying you up and then simply let you go. Oh no, no, no. I got plans for you! I got things I want to do to your body! Like I said, no one likes you and when you disappear forever, NO ONE will miss you. In fact, they might even celebrate. Hahaha” Marge told her. She relished this opportunity to torture Donna. She told Rita and the others that she wanted to torture Donna. This was just the first part of it. She wanted this woman to truly suffer and breaking her spirit will be an amazing accomplishment. She was going to take great joy in the destruction of the woman who caused her so many headaches.
“W-What? Marge…..um, listen to me. Y-You do not want to do this to me. I-I haven’t done anything to you to deserve death. Please, let me apologize. I don’t want to die.” Donna begged. The way Marge spoke to her, it appeared that she was going to be killed. She knew she annoyed and angered all the burlesque dancers and Marge, but getting murdered was something she thought was too far.
“Hehehe listen to yourself! You sound pathetic! The good news is you will not die. I am not here to kill you. I just want to make you suffer. I cannot wait to tell you what your future will be. I mean, it will be the greatest moment of my life when I see you hauled away, never to be seen or heard from again.” Marge told her with venom in her voice. She loved how frightened Donna was and she shivered with joy. She knew others were in this room and they had to be enjoying this moment as well.
“W-What are you going to do to me?” Donna whimpered. She did not like the way Marge was speaking, and she feared for her life. There was something very serious about the way Marge was speaking, and she started to move around. She knew she was not a fighter, and she had no idea what Marge meant by she was going to suffer. She looked around the room and couldn’t see out in the darkness. Right now, it was just her and Marge under the spotlight.
“Many things. Hehehe but first, you looked a bit too overdressed. I think you should get far more comfortable….” Marge told her. She then got close to Donna and placed her hands on the front of the woman’s peach colored dress. She could see that Donna had a nice size chest and stripping this woman of her clothing and dignity would be very satisfying. She then grabbed the two breasts and gave them a gentle squeeze.
Donna’s jaw dropped when she felt Marge’s hands on her chest, and then her breasts were softly squeezed. She could not believe this woman was groping her and she was highly offended. “MARGARET BROUSSARD!!! GET YOUR NASTY, FILTHY, HANDS OFF MY BREASTS!! HOW DARE YOU TOUCH ME!!!!” she yelled at the top of her lungs.
“Shut up, Donna. Just shut the fuck up. Me groping your breasts right now if the least of your worries. Trust me, your tits are going to be groped a lot. That kind of happens when you become a sex slave…..” Marge told her. She was waiting for this moment. She wanted to see Donna’s world crumbling before her eyes once she revealed the woman’s fate. That would definitely rattle her, and she could truly start to make her suffer.
Donna was in total shock when she heard what Marge said. It sounded like she was going to be a sex slave. She didn’t know how to react to that. The breast touching deeply offended her, but now she was told that she would lose her freedom and become a *****. She looked at Marge’s face and could see how serious she was. That was frightening to her, and she was still in disbelief. “W-What? What did you just tell me?” she asked in shock.
“I said…..you are going to be a sex slave. I can’t wait to see who purchases you. I hope it is some filthy man, as he hauls you off and make you his. Oh, it will be the SWEETEST moment ever. Donna Prescott. Sex Slave. I like the title. It is ironic that you called my dancers *****s when that is who you will be after all. Hahahaha” Marge laughed. The look on Donna’s face excited her. She knew she had just gotten into her head, and it was time to start the torture. First, she had to get the dress removed. She went behind her and looked at the back of the dress. She looked at the buttons and started to undo them. She did them slowly because she wanted Donna to feel everything.
“A sex slave? You’re going to make me a sex slave? M-Marge, you have got to be kidding, right? I-I am not a *****! I am not a good person for a sex slave! You can’t be serious!!” Donna responded in fright. She really felt terrified by that threat and now she felt the buttons of her dress coming undone. She tried to move around and could feel some of the room air on her back. It appeared that Marge was undressing her, and she just could not have that happen. She always viewed herself as a proper lady and having her clothes removed would not be very lady like. “Hey!!! What are you doing?” she yelled.
“You know, you have nice skin. Hehehe I can see the skin on your back and wow, it looks nice. Yep, some fat man is really going to enjoy touching you. You may be obnoxious and a real bitch, but you are pretty enough. Yep, we are going to get you nice and ready. I wonder how you will look naked. I guess I will find out.” Marge taunted. She wanted to continue to put fear into Donna and started to break her mind. She then started to work on the skirt part of the dress and noticed to remove the dress; she would have to untie Donna and pulled it over her head. “Hmmmm…..maybe I should cut this dress off.” she mused.
“What? You want to cut my dress? Marge, please!!! Let’s be reasonable here! I will not make a good sex slave! Y-You can’t do that to me! You can’t see me NAKEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Donna squealed when she suddenly felt fingers running up and down her sides. She did not expect that at all and her body reacted. The fingers stopped, but the adrenaline inside her body kept flowing. “MARGE!!!! What the hell was that?” she demanded.
Marge smiled when she got that ticklish reaction from Donna. She wondered if this woman was sensitive and even though Ingrid had told her that when she had captured Donna, it appeared the threat of tickling really unnerved her. Now, she got to see for herself that this loud woman was indeed ticklish. That made her even happier and now the torture could truly begin. She thought about the potion to use. She wanted that minimal amount put inside Donna’s body to increase the sensitivity. She didn’t want her to have any brain fog; she wanted her to remember everything. She felt her excitement surging and she just wanted to truly make this woman suffer. She walked around Donna and headed back into the darkness. It was time to make Donna drink that potion so the torture could truly begin.
Donna could still feel the ticklish aftershocks throughout her body. She never expected to be tickled and that sent great fear in her. She revealed a weakness and prayed that she could get free. She saw Marge head into the darkness, and she felt alone. Her body was very nervous, and she looked around. She had to figure a way out of this predicament, or bad things would surely happen to her. “Marge? Where are you? Marge, come on, this is not funny! Let me go!” she demanded.
“Donna, can you ever just shut up for a few minutes? You are SO annoying.” Marge said, then walked out of the darkness holding a glass of water. Rita had prepared the drink by putting a few drops of the potion in the water which should make Donna’s body extra sensitive. She walked up to the woman and saw the fear on her face. She then lifted the glass up and placed it near Donna’s lips. “Here, drink this water. You will need your strength for later.” she told her.
“I am not thirsty right now. Please, just let me go, Marge. What do you want from me?” Donna begged. Fear still ran through her body, and she had no idea what was about to happen to her. That surprise tickling made her entire body reactive, but she prayed that somehow, she could talk her way out of this situation.
“If I were you, I would drink this water. Because you are not going to get another chance and you will be doing a lot of screaming…..” Marge warned her. She looked at Donna’s face and her fear truly motivated her. She had robbed plenty of female victims before and the look of fear was something she always enjoyed. This time was different. With the other victims, whether they were female or male, she didn’t have an emotional connection to them. With Donna, she truly despised the woman, so this torture was going to be very personal. She held the glass up to Donna’s mouth and stared at her with intensity. “Drink. This. Water.” she demanded.
Donna gulped when she heard that threat. Marge had just told her that she would be screaming, and her emotions started to build. She did not want to get hurt. This reminded her of when the thief tied her up and threatened her. She was scared then, but even more scared now. The difference between the two incidents was the thief was looking for jewelry and ended up torturing Becky instead. This time, Marge wanted to torture her just to torture her. She thought about that water and her throat was a little parched from the fear she had. She wondered why she had to drink the water, but if she was going to be screaming, then she had better wet her mouth. She opened her mouth and took some gulps of water. She noticed that Marge was pouring the water in, and she struggled to keep up with swallowing the refreshing liquid. Some of the water dribbled from her mouth and onto her dress. Finally, the cup was finished, and she gasped for air. “You made me drink the whole thing???” she asked as she tried to catch her breath.
“Yes. Now, let’s get to business shall we. Donna, you don’t like me, and I don’t like you. I am going to make you regret the day you ever stepped foot inside my establishment and made a fool out of yourself. You yelled at my customers. You insulted my girls. You are very annoying, and this is the beginning of the end of your life.” Marge told her. She then set the glass down on the floor and got close to Donna’s hanging body. She had to wait a few moments for the potion to kick in and wanted to see for herself how effective it was in a very small dose. Rita told her it still worked, not as much as a full dose, but still made the victim very reactive. She placed her hands on Donna’s sides and saw her eyes got really wide. “Hehehe how does it feel to be touched by another woman? We are going to be intimate, Donna. It will be quite the thrill for me, and horrible for you.” she told her.
Donna could not believe Marge’s words. She was going to be a sex slave, but the reference was to a man. Now, she heard this woman was going to be intimate with her. She did not want a woman to play with her like that, and she started to squirm. She felt those hands on her sides, and it tickled her a little. She could see lust in Marge’s eyes and now she was in a panic. The back of her dress was already undone and now she was being threatened with lesbian activities. She knew this was her final chance at trying to persuade Marge from tormenting her or she was truly going to suffer. “Marge, sweet Marge. Hey, let’s talk about this. I am sure we can come to an agreement. There is no need to EEP!! Do anything EEP!!!! Drastic! We are two EEP!!! Women who are adults and we surely can HAHAHA hey!!!!! You’re tickling me!” she tried to say while feeling some squeezes on her sides.
“Hehehehe Funny how a twisted bitch such as yourself has such a sensitive body. It tickled you, huh? I guess I was wrong about you. I always thought you were this annoying woman who probably would have sex stiff as a board. No feelings. Just lying there like a rug and let some man hammer you. But I have a feeling that underneath that bitchy exterior, there is a sex kitten waiting to come out. A woman that when pushed, will be one of the sexiest things alive. Maybe you do like sex. Maybe you were envious of us and wished we focused on YOU instead of the men. Hmmmmm….” Marge said in a soft voice. She wanted to play mind games with her now and those ticklish reactions got her lust starting to build. She then squeezed the sides a few more times.
“MARGARET BROUSSARD!! I AM NOT A HAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH LESBIAN!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP THAT!!!” Donna exploded in laughter. She heard Marge taunting her with sexual talk and possible lesbian activities, but the side squeezing really got to her and she couldn’t help but laugh. She knew she was always very ticklish and that was why the incident with the Tickling Thief frightened her. If she was tickled like Becky, she would have completely lost it. She also remembered how that thief played with Becky sexually, and she was grateful that it didn’t happen to her. Now she was being tickled and, she was trapped. She looked at Marge’s face and could see the joy in it.
Marge loved the sound of Donna’s laughter, and it got her excited. Anytime she interacted with Donna, all she heard was her yelling and screaming and the obnoxiousness of her voice. Now, she heard that very pretty laughter and it truly excited her. She moved her hands up and down the sides, starting near the ribs and slowly moving down. Donna’s body was starting to sway, but with both of her hands on the sides, the trapped woman wasn’t going anywhere. She was also happy the legs were tied, or Donna would be trying to kick her right now. She saw the look of ticklish laughter on her face, and she liked it. This was a much better look than the arrogant one she would always see. “Well, look at that! Donna actually has a pretty face when she is not being a bitch!! Ooooh!!! Let’s keep that happy look on your face!” she taunted.
Rita watched Donna screaming as she hid in the shadows. She loved how Marge was starting the mental torture and then started the tickle torture. She did not like Donna either and watching her laugh right now was highly gratifying. She also liked how Donna reacted to the thought of being a sex slave. She still felt a little doubtful about the entire sex slave trafficking operation, but the thought of no longer having to deal with Donna amused her. She saw how Marge’s hands were going up and down those sides and that shrill laughter was amusing. She also remembered when Ingrid told her that Donna was scared to the core watching Becky getting tickled, and now she was getting tickled herself. She also wondered if they would be able to tell when the potion kicked in because Donna appeared to be ticklish enough already.
Sylvia watched the festivities from the shadows and was enjoying herself. She wanted to tickle Donna herself because arrogant and snobby bitches like her deserved a cruel tickle torture. But Marge convinced her to let her tickle her, and she understood why. Donna was a major nuisance, and she deserved to be tortured. She knew that eventually Donna would be stripped of her clothes and completely naked. That was something she looked forward to. She wondered if they should just shred the dress, but they needed to keep her clothed when it was time to be sold. Donna and the other slaves would be naked during their stay inside their stalls, but when it came to the time for auction, she needed them clothed and they didn’t have any others. She looked down at Donna’s shoes and wondered how ticklish her feet were. She crossed her arms and wanted to just enjoy this scene.
Donna continued to scream in laughter as she felt the hands moving up and down her sides. She wanted to kick her legs, swing her arms and punch away at her attacker, but she was completely helpless. She couldn’t even get a firm stand on the ground and that made her frightened. Because she was moving around, her feet would leave the ground sometimes and she felt the strain on her arms. She felt so helpless and vulnerable as the tickling truly started to break her down. “HAHAHAHAHAHA MARGE!!!! PLEASE!!! HAHAHAHAHA DON’T TICKLE ME!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA DON’T TICKLE!!!!!” she screamed.
Marge smiled when she continued to hear that desperate pleading. She loved Donna’s reactions, and she couldn’t wait until her body got more sensitive. She paused her tickling and wanted to give her a little break before resuming. She saw the look of relief on Donna’s face, and she grinned. “I like how ticklish you are. I would have never guessed it. hehehe” she giggled.
Donna felt relief washing over her as the tickling finally stopped. Her body was tingling, and she noticed it felt more sensitive. It surprised her that she was starting to feel even more ticklish, but she figured it was because she hadn’t been tickled in such a long time, her body was trying to adjust. That also frightened her because if she was more ticklish now, then things could get much worse. She saw the smirk on Marge’s face and knew how much this woman wanted to torture her Even though she didn’t like Marge at all, she had to beg this woman for mercy. “Marge, listen. I-I am sorry we are not friends. But this is going too far. I don’t think you understand how much this is torture for me! Please, you can’t torture me! Let’s talk about this like adults!” she pleaded.
“This is speaking like adults. This is how we resolve our differences. I am going to make you regret ever opening that big mouth of yours. I want you to scream. I want you to suffer. I want you to remember just how much of a bitch you are. Then when I get you naked, I want to see another side of you. I want to see that sex kitten come out of you and growl like the sex craved woman I know you suppressed. It would be a good thing if you let that out. Once you are a sex slave, you will be expected to perform.” Marge told her. She looked into Donna’s eyes and wanted to intimidate her even more. She did not want to give her mercy and the key to this entire situation was to break Donna mentally and emotionally.
Donna continued to feel angst within her body because Marge kept telling her that she was going to be a sex slave. The thought of her interacting sexually with anyone she didn’t choose truly rocked her core. She looked at the red headed woman and knew she had to continue to beg. “Marge, please. A sex slave? How can you be so cruel? I know we are not the best of friends, but why? Why would you want to subject me to something so terrible? I don’t want to be a sex slave. Can you please just let me go?” she begged.
“Nope. I am not letting you go. Two obvious reasons. One, if I let you go, you will simply go to Sheriff Dickerson and blow up my entire business and send me to jail. So, your fate is sealed. You will never see Plotsville again. Second, you deserve this fate. I really do not like you. I want you to suffer. My friends will take care of you and when you are sold, it will be the greatest moment of my life. Now, I can tell that you are still so very sad. I think I need to hear your laughter again.” Marge told her. She loved making Donna very fearful. She loved telling her about her fate. She wanted to truly break this woman once and for all. She then lifted her fingers in the air and then moved them right back to the sides. She gripped the sides and started to lobster claw that area. She immediately felt the body tense up and that horrible scream of laughter exploded out. “That’s right bitch, laugh.” she taunted.
Donna felt those claws on her sides, and she lost it. There was a very firm touch, and she couldn’t help but laugh. She tried to pull her arms free, but they were stuck. She tried to kick Marge, but her legs were tied together. She started to rotate her body, trying to get those hands off of her but they stayed there and kept pressing into her flesh. Her eyes bugged out of her head and her mouth was wide open with terrible laughter coming out. Her sensitivity increased and she really went crazy. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO!!! STOP!!! STOP!! HAHAHAHAHAHAA MARGE!!! MARGE!!! HAHAHAHA PLEASE STOP!!!!” she yelled.
“No.” Marge simply replied as she continued to squeeze the sides. She loved how Donna was reacting, and she wanted to start to increase the torture. She was enjoying listening to her scream and wanted to make sure she never forgot how rude she was and how much she deserved this torture right now. She moved her hands to the hipbones and that really got the body shaking around. She giggled to herself because Donna was now moving around like a fish out of water. “Where do you think you’re going, huh? Hehehehe There is no escape you bitch!” she taunted.
Donna felt those squeezes on her hips, and it sent a very powerful ticklish surge in her body. She couldn’t believe how ticklish she was, and those squeezes were very intense. She continued to laugh profusely and even felt her eyes watering a little. She also started to feel a little embarrassed because Marge was listening to her beg. The one thing she always wanted to present was herself with the utmost dignity. Now, she was screaming and writhing like a loon, and it felt a little humiliating. She looked at Marge’s face and saw that evil in it. It appeared she was enjoying watching her suffering. She wondered just how angry she made Marge. She wondered if she angered her enough to kidnap her, torture her and then sell her off to be a sex slave. She started to wonder if she had gone too far with the burlesque show and she was now becoming desperate already. Then, the claws let go and she felt a wave of relief wash over her. “Oh goodness!!! That….that was awful! Hehehe Marge…please….please don’t do this to me. hehehe it is too much. You have to let me go. Come on…..maybe we can talk about this. Please….” she panted.
“There is nothing to talk about, bitch. You are going to be tortured, and you will be sold off as a sex slave. Period. End of discussion. I really don’t like you and want to make your life a living hell.” Marge told her. She could feel her anger growing. She thought about all the times Donna would come by her establishment and make a scene. She thought about how she yelled at customers and told them they were all sinners. She thought about the times she called her dancers, *****s. Seeing Donna suffer was going to be a nice relaxing way of paying her back. She looked at the woman and decided it was really time to torture her. She looked towards the shadows and smiled. “I think it is time we got this bitch naked. Let’s get her clothes off.” she instructed.
Rita loved watching Donna laughing her head off when Marge was squeezing her sides. She loved how loud the laughter was and how Donna’s body was reacting to that tickle attack. After all the trouble Donna caused, it was good to see her get her just due. There was something gratifying about her torture and she wanted to see more. She then stepped out of the shadows and walked towards Donna. Diane was next to her and now it was time to humiliate poor Donna. She stood next to Marge and smiled. “Hello Donna, remember me?” she asked with a sarcastic smile.
Donna’s jaw dropped when she heard her clothes were going to be taken off. She could not have that happened. She was a proper lady and having her clothes off in front of these women would be truly embarrassing. Then she saw two women suddenly appearing out of the shadows. She was shocked to see two of the burlesque dancers standing before her. She recognized Marge, Rita and Diane. She started to tremble in fear and slowly shook her head. “You….you…..I-I can’t believe this. All of you are trying to torture me?” she asked in shock.
“Yes, we are here for you. It is good to see you hanging around…..hehehehe” Diane giggled. She really didn’t like Donna at all. She remembered when she was performing, and Donna was inside the showroom and booing her. She hated her and watching her suffer was going to feel really good.
“D-Diane! You have got to help me! Marge is crazy! Let me go!!!” Donna begged. If she couldn’t get Marge to free her, she hoped one of the dancers would show her some mercy. She looked over at Rita and hoped she could help as well. “Rita! You know this is wrong! I can’t be sold into sex slavery! I can’t have my clothes taken off. You got to help me!” she pleaded.
Rita looked at Donna incredulously and shook her head. She wasn’t a big fan of sending a poor woman to sex slavery, but Donna was acting like she did nothing wrong. She thought about the many times she disturbed their shows and then she remembered how she treated Becky Lockhart. She thought about that day when Becky was in her hotel room, and she cried. A deputy’s apprentice was crying on her shoulder because this same woman really hurt her feelings and was trying to get her fired. It was Becky that took the torture. It was Becky that was humiliated by Ingrid. Donna showed no empathy and even the previous day, Donna was berating Becky in front of her. She felt her anger rising and she couldn’t wait to humiliate this woman. “You have got to be kidding me! You have been a pain in our ass for a long time now. You treat NONE of us with respect! You call us *****s! You harass our customers! You even insulted a very nice woman in Becky Lockhart. Oh no, bitch. You are going to suffer!!!” she said in anger.
La Diabla was hiding in the shadows watching all of this unfold. She wasn’t going to be a part of this torture session, but she wanted to watch. She heard about Donna and how rude she was from Cheyenne and Molly. When she heard that Donna was also insulting Becky, she hoped she would suffer even more. She liked Becky and felt Donna needed to suffer. She wanted to see how these women would torture Donna. She was already amused by her getting tickled, and now she wanted to see a lot more torture. “Insult Becky, huh? I hope you laugh your ass off. Hehe” she thought to herself.
Donna’s jaw dropped again when she heard those words from Rita. It appeared she was doomed to suffer and now three women who really didn’t like her were in front of her and were going to make her suffer. She knew they were trying to destroy her dignity, and her emotions started to build. She knew she had to do the one thing she never wanted to do with these women. She truly believed that they were *****s and were evil with their sinful displays of flesh. But for her own self-preservation, she had to swallow her pride and apologize. “Ladies….Look, it appears what I did to all of you made you truly angry with me. I-I don’t blame you. I was probably very mean, and I got carried away. I want you to know…….that……um……I am……really, really sorry. I….I……I apologize for my behavior. I was….in the wrong. Yes, I was in the wrong. I hope you can find it in your kind hearts to show mercy and forgiveness. It is a great virtue.” she apologized.
Marge looked at both Rita and Diane after hearing Donna’s apology. She saw them holding back and soon, she couldn’t hold back anymore. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? Donna Prescott is apologizing for being a bitch?” she laughed.
“Hahahaha that was funny!!!! That bitch thinks an apology will save her??” Diane laughed. She saw both Marge and Rita laughing, and she just couldn’t stop.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA WOW! That was pretty funny. Donna apologizing and means it? Yeah, right.” Rita laughed. She looked back at Donna and grinned. She could see the look of surprise on her face and was highly amused.
Donna heard those reactions and looked around. She saw them laughing at her and that did not bode well for her. She started to get really nervous because they seemed determined to make her suffer. “Ladies, what’s so funny? I-I am so sorry for my behavior! What else do you want from me?” she pleaded.
“What else do we want from you? I want you naked. Ladies let’s take care of this. I will grab her legs.” Marge commanded. She was ready to strip Donna naked so they could truly torture her. She felt the legs trying to kick out of her grasp, but she held firm. She saw Rita find that ladder that was used to tie Donna’s arms to the beam above. She heard that panicked sound coming from Donna, and she just enjoyed it. She knew Donna was going to be quite the struggler, but with the three of them, she was confident they would subdue her and get her naked. Soon she saw the ropes falling from the beam and she laid Donna onto the ground. She saw both Rita and Diane grab Donna’s wrist and held them above her head. There was a desperate struggle from Donna, and she quickly lifted the skirt portion of the dress from the ankles and pulled it up past the knees. Once she did that, she sat on the knees, which would prevent Donna from using her legs. Donna may not have been that strong, but a panicked person would find incredible strength when they were desperate. She started to see the top of Donna’s black stockings and then some of the pale white skin of the upper thighs. She was now close to revealing Donna’s underwear and she smiled. “Well, well, well. What do we have under this dress? Hehe” she taunted.
Donna was in a panic when she felt herself when she came down from the hanging position and suddenly found herself on the ground. She felt her wrists being grabbed and held by Diane and Rita above her head. She tried to move her legs, but Marge was now sitting on her knees, which rendered her helpless. The rope was removed from her legs and her dress got pulled up. That absolutely shocked her because she could feel the cool air on her legs. She felt really embarrassed because these women could see the tops of her stockings and her bare legs. She couldn’t believe this was actually happening. They were truly going to take her clothes off and she was helpless. She looked at Marge holding her skirt and knew with one simply push, her dress would be pulled up over her hips and her underwear would be exposed. She felt very unladylike, and she prayed this would end soon. “Please…don’t do this to me. I-I don’t want my dress removed.” she pleaded.
“It is either we take it off this way, or we cut if off. Be grateful we are keeping your dress in one piece. Now, you do have some very pale legs. Hahaha I bet they haven’t seen the sun or light any time recently. Hehehe Now, let’s get a look at what you hide under this dress.” Marge taunted, then pushed the dress up over the groin and exposed the belly. Her eyes went wide when she saw the white underwear. They weren’t even fancy underwear, just the basic style. That amused her and now she wanted to embarrass her even more. “You got regular underwear? You really are a prude, aren’t you? I bet no man, or woman has ever gotten close to that pussy of yours. Well, you are in for a treat tonight. Your pussy is definitely going to be used tonight…..” she threatened.
Donna heard that threat and she was in complete disbelief. These women were definitely trying to humiliate her and humiliate her sexually. She really started to fidget and tried her best to pull her arms free. “Y-You can’t do that to me! Please!! You can’t do that to me!!!” she yelled.
“Yes, we can, and we will! Now, let’s get this dress off of you. We got big plans for this body of yours.” Marge said, then handed the skirt end to Rita and Diane. She looked at Donna’s body and was impressed. Even though she knew Donna was a prude, she couldn’t help but admire her body. It was in good shape. The stomach was toned, and the legs were in good shape. She smiled when the dress came over the chest and she saw the white bra underneath. She saw the chest size was a lot bigger than she thought. She wanted to continue to tease Donna’s mind and break it down. “Oooh!!! Why Donna Prescott, how come you didn’t tell us you have some big tits? They are pretty big!” she teased.
Donna started to blush furiously as her dress came over her chest. It was such a terrible feeling she had inside. Her dress was pulled up and exposed her stockings, her underwear and now her bra. Soon, the dress came over her head and came off her arms. She looked at Marge’s face in terror because she saw how happy she looked. She felt so embarrassed to be held down and now she was in her underwear. Even her shoes were still on. Once she felt the dress leave her wrists, she was mortified. “Please cover me…..Please….this is embarrassing.” she murmured.
“There is nothing to be embarrassed about! You know, you are not a bad looking woman. Your heart, mind and mouth are ugly, but the rest of you are pretty cute. I can truly say I am going to enjoy playing with you. I mean, this is going to be just one sweet moment. I hope your pussy is sweet too.” Marge told her. She loved the look on her victim’s face. She knew how embarrassed she must have felt, and it excited her. For the first time in Donna’s life, she was completely humiliated. Now, it was time to torture her again. “Ok, let’s get her hanging again. Time to play with all this wonderful skin of hers.” she instructed.
Rita was amazed at how nice Donna’s body looked. The body was quite toned, and she had a large chest. She would have never guessed this woman looked good, but now that she did, she wanted to have some fun. She got to her feet, and she helped Diane and Marge get Donna onto her feet. Then she held the arms so Diane could retie them and then strung them up, so the hands were above the head again. She heard some soft cries coming from Donna and knew the woman was an emotional mess already. Once the rope was secured, Donna was once again on her tippy toes, but this time she was on full display in her underwear. The shoes were still on and there was a rope wrapped around her thighs and shins to prevent her from kicking. She wiped her hands and stared at the backside of the prisoner. “She does look rather nice. Even her ass looks firm.” she smiled.
Donna let her head drop once she was in a standing position and her arms were over her head. These women had stripped her dress off and now they were making comments about her body. She felt so humiliated being in her underwear in front of these ladies. She feared they were going to take off her underwear and exposed her naked body. Marge kept telling her about her most private spot and that started to really get to her. She had already apologized, and she begged them for mercy. They did not seem intent to stopping and it was breaking her heart. “Please…..let me go. You win. You win….” she whimpered.
Marge looked at Donna’s helpless frame and licked her lips. It was time to torture this woman. She looked at those exposed ribs and knew how sensitive they were. She saw the sides and already tormented her there, but now that she saw the skin, she wanted to revisit that area. Her eyes noticed the exposed and very vulnerable armpits. She figured that was a good starting spot and started to laugh. “hehehe por, poor Donna. She is so sad! She is in her underwear in front of a bunch of *****S and there is nothing she can do about it. Now, let’s see if I can make you a little happier.” she teased.
Donna heard those words, and she shivered. When she heard the word “*****s” she knew it was a reference to what she called these women. She was really regretting her actions because it all led to her absolute humiliation. There was no Becky Lockhart here to endure the torture, it was going to be her. She never forgot how much Becky laughed and screamed when the thief was torturing her. She knew that if she was brutally tickled, she would crack easily and suffer greatly. These women were serious with her. When she heard the say they wanted to torture her, they truly meant it. She started to feel very sorry for herself, and then she felt something touching her armpits. She lifted her head, and Marge was right there in front of her! She could see her face, but worst yet, she could see her fingers were on her pits and they started to softly scurry there. That sent very strong ticklish sensations to her body, and she noticed that she was starting to feel a lot more sensitive. Donna was always reactive to tickling, but for some reason, everything seemed much worse. “Hey! HAHAHAHAHA WHAT ARE YOU DOING? DON’T TICKLE MEEEEEEEEEE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she exploded into laughter.
Marge loved the sound of that terrified laughter, and she kept scurrying her fingers in the pits. She noticed the pits were very soft and also very smooth. It appeared that this rich woman took very good care of her skin and that delighted her. It meant that skin would be more sensitive and with that small dose of the potion flowing through Donna’s body, it was going to be a lot worse. “Hehehe does this tickle? Hehehee I bet it does with you screaming like that. If that is driving you wild, then I guess you are not going to like………THIS!!!” she yelled, then moved her fingers at a rapid pace.
“NOOOOOOOOOO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA NOOOOOOOOO!!!!HAHAHAHAHA DON’T TICKLE MEEEEEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Donna screamed as she felt those fingers moving very fast on her pits. Both armpits were being tickled, and she tried her best to move her body. But with her arms over her head, she was completely helpless and that tickling was very intense. She shut her eyes and let out the loudest ticklish laugh she could muster. The sensations were very horrible and all she could do was pray it would end soon.
Sylvia watched with great intent as she listened to those horrific ticklish screams. She was hiding in the shadows with La Diabla to her right, and Pilar to her left. She wished she could tickle Donna. She appeared to be quite sensitive, even before the potion was added to the mix. She loved how they took off the dress, and she looked at that semi-naked body. She saw the bra, the underwear, those stockings and the shoes and looked forward to seeing her naked. She really enjoyed how Marge was torturing her. This was such a personal tickle attack, and she let them have it. She wondered if she could play with whatever was left of Donna after the women from the burlesque show were through with her. She leaned towards La Diabla and smiled. “They are doing a pretty good job with her. I think I could do better, but they seem effective.” she told her.
La Diabla did not want to make small talk with anyone at this location. She knew she had a job to do, but she hated every single person in this building. She was forced into this and hated every single second. She heard Sylvia talking to her like they were old partners, and she wanted to say something sarcastic. But she remembered her mother’s life was on the line and these women would definitely snitch on her if she was uncooperative. She took a deep breath and figured she should play along with it. “Yeah, they are pretty effective. They managed to get that dress off of her and now they are using the mind games. Listening to her scream, she will break rather easily. I will agree with you, if we were handling the torture, she would surely get broken a lot faster. But I give them credit for really making her suffer.” she replied.
“Hehehe yeah, they are doing a good job. Hey, the next victim that we bring in, we will take care of it. I want to see you in action. Let’s have some fun, shall we? Since we have to work together, let’s make someone’s life a living hell.” Sylvia smiled. She wanted to make nice with the outlaw because they had to work together. She also wanted to at least get her comfortable with her so when it came time to kidnap Darby, she would get her revenge on both women. It was still amazing to her that both women that defeated all of her friends will be part of her mission. She knew Darby was going to be a focal point, but to have La Diabla here made everything so much sweeter. She liked how Priscilla managed to force this woman into helping with the trafficking ring. It was a stroke of luck and genius that La Diabla’s mother got wrapped up in this entire situation. She had to remember to thank Priscilla when the time came.
“Ok, let’s do it. Whoever is brought in next, we will see what we can do.” La Diabla agreed. She was still stewing about having to work with these women, but she might as well enjoy herself somehow. She had no idea how long she would be involved. She remembered that the trafficking ring in Santa Selena lasted for several years until it was discovered and came crashing down. She wondered if somehow, she could get a message to Darby from here to help bring this one down. Everything was at great risk. She wanted to think of a plan to end this ring, destroy these women, save her mother, then finally kill Priscilla. She didn’t want to torture that woman, she wanted to end her. The fact her mother was kidnapped was too far for her and it was going to be sweet revenge.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MERCY!! HAVE MERCY!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA IT TICKLES!!! IT TICKLES!!!!” Donna screamed as she felt those fingers continuing to tickle her armpits. They were moving all over the areas of her pits and she couldn’t defend herself. That feeling of helplessness really washed over her, and she was very afraid. She had no idea how long they were going to torture her. She was too ticklish to stand anything long term and she hoped it would end soon. She looked at Marge’s face and it had an expression of happiness. She wanted to beg her. She wanted to plead with her, but there was no stopping her. She felt the fingers sliding down from the top of the pit, all across the center and then to the bottom of the armpit. Then she squealed even louder when she felt the hardened fingernails now scraping along her flesh. Her body vibrated and she wanted mercy.
“There is no mercy. You deserve this, bitch. I want to hear you scream. I love it. I am turned on by it. You need this to teach you a lesson. You do not mess with me or my girls. You are just going to suffer.” Marge said coldly. She didn’t care about Donna’s well-being at all. She wanted to truly make this woman suffer. She knew there was a limit to the torture because they did have to prepare Donna to be sold, but she relished this opportunity to torture her. She looked at the left armpit and watched as her nails slid down the skin. She paid special attention to the center of the pit and noticed it was very responsive. She used the tips of her nails on the skin and even though her victim was screaming to the top of her lungs, she could still hear her nails scraping on the skin. She could only imagine the nightmare that Donna was experiencing, and she wanted to keep it going.
Donna continued to scream as she felt those nails on her armpits. They were doing small circles right in the center of her armpits and it drove her crazy. She started to sway her body, but it was no use. She was trapped and she was suffering. She tried her best to beg through her laughter, but Marge wasn’t even looking at her face. She wondered if this would ever end. The constant tickling made her start to cry, and she hoped that somehow, someway, they would give her mercy. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU GOT TO STOP!!!! HAHAHA FOR THE LOVE OF GOD STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!” she screamed.
Rita heard that scream and she was slightly amused. She had witnessed many victims getting tickled by Marge, but this one seemed a little more brutal. Donna didn’t even have a large dose of the potion like the other victims, and she was going to remember this torture for the rest of her life. She looked at the swaying body from behind and could only imagine the torture that was happening. She saw Donna moving from one foot to the other and saw her ass swaying. It was strange to hear Donna begging for mercy after all those weeks of her berating everyone in the show. She looked over at Diane who had a smile on her face. “Hey, she is REALLY suffering, isn’t she?” she asked.
“Yes, she really is! I have to admit, this is the best moment ever. It is about time someone taught this bitch a lesson. Ugh! She makes my blood boil, so I am happy she is suffering. Can you imagine her as a sex slave? I mean, does she even know how to have sex? Picture Donna having sex and satisfying someone. She would be so stiff and would probably complain the whole time. ‘Can’t you get it in right? I can’t feel anything. My pussy is so dry anyway.’” Diane mocked Donna’s voice. She really did not like her and wanted to see her suffer more.
“Haha, that was a good impression of her voice. When do you think we will see her naked?” Rita asked. She knew that would be coming soon and wondered how the woman would react to that kind of humiliation. She smiled thinking about Donna’s naked body shaking around and then she noticed Marge looking at her. She had a happy look on her face and smiled back. “Look at Marge. Hehehe she is having so much fun.” she told Dian.
“Yes, she is. She is having a lot of fun, and she earned it. This prude bitch is really getting it! I think we will see her naked soon enough. Hehehe” Diane responded. She rubbed her hands and couldn’t wait for the show to continue.
Marge moved her nails from the armpits and decided to give Donna a break. The last thing she wanted was for this woman to pass out. She wanted to prolong the suffering. She wanted to make sure she felt everything. She stood there watching Donna trying to catch her breath. It was a beautiful sight already. Her eyes then went downward a little and she looked at the heaving chest. Donna did have a nice bust size, and she wondered if she should expose her breasts right now. That would probably break her, but she didn’t want to do that just yet. She looked at the stomach area and figured that would be a good spot next. Then an idea came to her. Donna was such a prude, and she should mess with her mind a bit. She chuckled to herself thinking about what she was about to do. She knew once she did it, her victim would probably have a mental breakdown. She got closer to the helpless body and now she was face to face with her. She lifted her head and saw her eyes. They were tired eyes, and the forehead started to have a sheen of sweat. She then leaned forward and planted a kiss on Donna’s lips. She was surprised at how soft they were, and she felt a tingle in her body. She then broke the kiss and saw the look of pure shock on that face. That was the look she wanted to see. “Mmmmm…..your lips are sweet. I like them.” she told her.
Donna felt such relief when the armpit tickling stopped. Those sensations were driving her mad and thankfully it stopped. She already felt her lungs burning and she was desperate to get more air into her lungs. She felt her body temperature rising and she hoped this was the beginning of the end of her torture. She felt very sensitive and knew if the tickling continued, she would probably die. She then felt her head being lifted up and she saw Marge’s face. She had a look in her eyes that concerned her, and then suddenly she felt Marge’s lips on hers! She could feel how soft they were as they pressed into her lips, and she was completely shocked. For the first time in her life, she was kissing a woman! When the kiss broke, her eyes were nearly coming out of her head, and she was in disbelief. Her brain tried to register what had just happened and her breath left her body. What also concerned her was that her body reacted to that kiss and she felt a tingling sensation throughout her body and her nipples started to stiffen. “You….you….kissed me?” she muttered in shock.
“Yes, I kissed you. You look like you needed one. Hehehehehe” Marge responded. She knew she had just made Donna’s brain go crazy and she loved it. It was time to start ruining her and it started with that kiss. “I bet you want another one….” she teased.
“No….I-I can’t believe you kissed me? W-Why would you do that? I am not….I am not, you know, a lesbian!” Donna asked. Her mind was still reeling from that kiss, and she wanted to know why that happened. She was also concerned that her body responded to it because she never thought about kissing another woman. She thought it was a sin and now she had committed a sin.
“I did it because I want you to feel some love. Hehehehe I wanted you to know what a kiss felt like since no one else would ever want to kiss you. Did you like it?” Marge teasingly asked. She loved the way Donna was reacting and was going to keep pushing those buttons.
“No!!!! I did not like it!!! I can’t believe you kissed me! Margaret Broussard, YOU KISSED ME!!!!” Donna started to yell. She wanted to get that lustful feeling out of her mind and she had to yell at Marge. These women were truly trying to ruin her, and she knew she had to escape.
“Hehehe Yes, I kissed you. And if I want to do it again, I WILL!!! You are MY bitch now!” Marge yelled back. Even though she wanted to mess with Donna’s mind and knew she would react this way, she also wanted to remind her who was in charge. Her eyes then looked towards the chest, and she saw the nipples responding through the bra. That made her excited because the potion was definitely working and Donna had to be feeling lust. It was time to continue to mess with her head. “Besides, I know you like it.” she teased.
“I MOST CERTAINLY DID NOT!!!! I can’t believe you kissed me! How could you do that to me?” Donna whined. She started to try and build up her anger and hoped that it would at least prevent Marge from doing those kinds of things to her again. She already knew she was going to be tortured, and they were trying to make her a sex slave, but she did not want to be seduced by another woman. That would really wreck her mind.
“Oh no? Then why are your nipples hard, huh? I can see them poking out right now. Admit it, Donna. I think you LIKE girls. Hehehe I bet you want me to touch you in special places. I bet you crave the loving touch of a woman.” Marge teased and then looked at the chest again.
Donna was stunned when she heard those remarks. She realized her nipples were quite stiff and it confused her. She did feel some arousal in her body, and she didn’t know why. She was so ashamed of the moment and she didn’t know why her body liked that kiss. “I-I-I don’t know. I-I don’t know why my chest is like that.” she responded with uncertainty in her voice.
“It is because deep down within that soul of yours, you want to like women. No wonder you were so angry with us. You were mad that we were flirting and teasing the men, when we should have been flirting with you…..” Marge continued to tease. She then placed her palms on Donna’s sides and gently rubbed them across the skin. She then pressed the front of her body against Donna’s and now their breasts were pressed against one another. She wanted to really mess with Donna’s mind and get her to start breaking down emotionally. “Mmmmmm….I bet you like me being so close to you. I bet you are thinking right now that I should touch you and make you feel good.” she said softly.
Donna was completely speechless as she felt Marge’s body pressed against hers. After all the yelling Marge did to her, she now wanted to seduce her. She still could not explain why her body was aroused. She felt Marge’s breasts smashing into hers and she feared that she was about to be teased sexually. That sent another tingle in her body, right between her legs. Now she was truly scared because her body was not doing what she wanted. “I-I can’t do this. It is….it is wrong.” she whimpered.
“It is wrong because we haven’t done it sooner. Hey, I have an idea! I want you to ask me to take your bra off. Let’s see those hard nipples of yours. We are all girls here, we have seen plenty of naked breasts and I am sure yours are divine.” Marge teased. The more she thought about coming on to Donna, the more she liked it. She could tell her brain was blown away and she wanted to keep giving her that mental anguish. She wanted to know if Donna ever had sexual thought about another woman and if she could do that to her, it would be a very sweet moment.
“Marge, please don’t do this to me. I-I don’t want you to see my breasts. I-I don’t want to like another woman. Please, have mercy on me.” Donna whined. She felt so nervous at the moment. The way Marge was sexually teasing her, she had no idea what to do or even react. She could even smell Marge’s breath because she was so close to her. She could feel her heart beating faster and she knew she would not be able to stop Marge from taking her bra off and looking at her naked breasts. Her breathing became shallow, and she was in true fear.
“You don’t want me to take off your bra and see your tits? I think you are fibbing to me. hehehe I think you deep down want me to play with your titties. If I am wrong, then I want you to ask me to tickle your tummy. You tell me to tickle your tummy, and I won’t play with your breasts right now.” Marge threatened. She loved the way she was in control right now and no matter what Donna chose, she was truly going to relish it.
Donna’s jaw dropped and she was in complete shock. In order to avoid having her breasts exposed, she had to ask to be tickled. Her body was really sensitive and if she was tickled, it would surely drive her crazy. It was an impossible choice. The tickling earlier devastated her and now she had to get tickled to avoid being sexually humiliated. She did not want to be naked. She did not want Marge to touch her very private chest. Because if she allowed that, then she might end up allowing her to touch her other private areas. The shame continued to wash over her, and she got emotional. These women were truly going to torment her in the worst kind of ways. She looked into Marge’s eyes and felt sad. “Ok, you can tickle me. Please, just don’t touch my breasts. Please don’t look at them.” She begged.
“Well, well, well. Looks like Donna DOES like my tickles! Hehehe This will be fun! Mind if I tickle your tummy?” Marge teased. She knew she forced Donna into an impossible choice and was going to relish every moment of this torture. She wiggled her fingers in the air, trying to intimidate the woman.
Donna saw those fingers and felt true fear. She knew how ticklish her stomach was, but it was still a better alternative to having her breasts exposed and touched. She couldn’t believe what was happening to her and she wished she could just leave these women. She felt extremely nervous seeing those fingers get closer to her stomach and then they headed for her chest! They were going to touch her breasts, and she panicked! “NO!!!! DON’T TOUCH MY BREASTS! TICKLE ME! TICKLE MY STOMACH!” she yelled.
“Ok….” Marge simply replied then started to flutter her fingers up and down the skin on the belly area. She moved them all around the area, tickling from right below the bra, across the stomach, then to the sides only to come back to the middle. She could feel the stomach muscles tightening and the body started to sway. What she really liked was the explosive laughter that came from Donna. She had found a really ticklish spot and wanted to prolong the misery. “Tickle, tickle, tickle! Who has a ticklish tummy? YOU DO!!!!” she taunted.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WHY??? HAHAHAHAHA WHY???? HAHAHAHAHA DON’T TICKLE MEEEEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH IT TICKLES!!! IT TICKLES!!!!” Donna exploded in laughter. The fingers were moving all over her stomach and it sent very intense ticklish shockwaves throughout her body. She tried to move her body around, but the fingers never left her skin. She couldn’t help but laugh very hard because she still felt more ticklish than she normally would. She wondered if it was because she was so scared that her sensitivity increased. No matter the cause, this stomach tickling was horrible for her. She felt the fingers drifting to her very sensitive sides, then right back across the belly. She even tried to twist and turn her body, but Marge hugged her from the side and now her body was held still. She couldn’t even use her arms to defend her body. She was completely vulnerable and all she could do was laugh.
“Hehehehe Donna is so ticklish! Listen to you laugh. Oh, you have a sweet-sounding laugh. You really should do this more often. Your regular voice is annoying, but your laughter? It is so pretty! I think you need to be tickled every single day! It is better than you being a bitch every single day.” Marge taunted. She loved feeling Donna’s body writhing in her grasp. She loved the sound of that screaming laughter and loved the cadence of it. It was a shrill laugh but still had some sweetness to it. She moved her fingers to the area right below the navel area and touched that very delicate and sensitive skin. That seemed to really drive her prisoner crazy because now she was hopping back and forth on each foot. “Hehehehe wow, I got a feeling that you are really ticklish here!” she teased.
Donna felt those fingers right below her navel and that drove her wild. She knew that area was quite sensitive. There were days she would lay in bed and softly stroke her belly. It was more of a subconscious thing, and it felt nice. But it would make her stomach flutter because of the slight ticklish feelings. Now, a woman determined to see her suffer was tickling her there and she couldn’t stop it. She started to shake her head, hoping that it could make the ticklish feelings go away, but they were still there. The fingers moved side to side on that area of the stomach. They weren’t digging in, but that softer touch really drove her wild. She closed her eyes for a moment, praying that she could survive this feeling, but it was very difficult.
Rita shivered as she listened to that horrific ticklish screaming. It was surreal that the same woman that constantly berated the dancers, and caused so many issues was now laughing her head off. She was suffering and it did feel good to witness it. She also noticed that Donna seemed to be petrified of lesbian advances and had a feeling that she would truly have a mental breakdown once they were done with her. She and her fellow dancers always ended up sexually teasing their victims and Donna was sure to be no different. She wondered what would happen to someone like Donna after she was broken. That woman had a very large ego that to become subservient and become a sex toy for a man or woman would surely destroy her. She saw Marge holding Donna from the side and knew her fingers were tickling the stomach area. Shew saw how the prisoner would move from one foot to the next, trying her best to get away from the tickling, but she was trapped. In a way, she felt a little bad for her because she was truly suffering. That feeling went away when she thought about what Donna did to Becky. She couldn’t get that image of a very sad Becky crying in front of her because this same woman really tore into her and threatened to end her dream of becoming a deputy. It made her and Becky closer, and they had a sexual encounter because of it, but she also started to have feelings for her. Rita thought about how special a woman Becky truly was and cared for her so much. She felt her heart skip a few beats thinking about that gap-toothed smile and those freckles on that very cute face. She thought about how sensitive her body was and even though Becky was a tomboy, she was still very delicate and pretty when it came to sex. Now, the woman who tormented Becky was suffering herself. Her eyes went down towards Donna’s shoes and started to wonder just how ticklish her feet were going to be.
Marge continued to flutter her fingers all over the belly. She loved how the laughter was constant. Donna was in screaming laughter and her body was shaking. She looked at her face and could see how red it was getting. She wanted to push her a little further, so she placed her fingers on the outside edge of the navel and started to swirl around it. It was time to tease Donna and make her lose her mind. “I love how ticklish you are on your tummy! You have a lot of sensitive spots! Even this cute little navel of yours. I bet it is REALLY ticklish! I think I will play with it until your eyes pop out. Hahahaha Or you could choose another path…..” she teasingly told her.
Donna felt those shivers coursing throughout her body as the tickling of her stomach was wearing her down already. She couldn’t stand that sensation that was tearing through her and she really hoped she could pass out or something. She felt the fingers now around her extremely delicate belly button and that ticklish fear gripped her very soul. She knew Marge was not going to go easy on her navel and she started to become desperate. She heard there could be an option to avoid that torture and she had to explore that option. The fingers stopped moving on her stomach and she wanted to try and recover as much as she could. The fingers were still on her skin, so the threat of her roaring with laughter was still there. “Hehehehe please….no more…..no more….hehehe I can’t take it. Please don’t tickle me anymore….” she wheezed.
“Hehehe you can take more of this, stop whining. However, I will let you catch your breath for a moment because I am going to tickle the fuck out of your belly button. I mean, I am going to tickle you so much, you are going to wish for death!!!” Marge threatened. She wanted to get Donna’s mind vulnerable and make her desperate. That way she could continue the mind games and break this woman once and for all.
“Please…..hehehe have mercy on my soul…..I really can’t take this anymore. Marge, please….please let me go. I’m sorry! I really am.” Donna whimpered. She felt herself starting to sweat a lot more and that mortified her. She always wanted to maintain a certain demeanor and now she was falling apart. It was embarrassing for her to beg and plead but she had no choice. She was too ticklish to take this kind of torture.
“You really want me to stop tickling? Hehehe well, like I said, there could be another path. You are in charge of your own fate, Donna. You want to hear that other path?” Marge teased. She loved this feeling of power over her and wanted to make sure she got her good.
Donna groaned in agony because she knew something bad would probably happen to her. If they were not going to release her, then every option presented would probably be bad for her. She found herself wanting to cry, but she held onto her dignity and prayed for the best. “W-What is the other path? Please, just let me go….” she whined.
“I am obviously not letting you go. So, your choice is this. The first path is for me to tickle the fuck out of your navel. I mean, I am really going to torture you. The other path is you asking me to take off your bra. Hehehe I want to see your tits already. I won’t touch them, but me and my girls will look at them and tell you if we like them or not.” Marge offered. She went back to the original choice and wanted to see if Donna had changed her mind. Either way, she knew this would bring a lot of mental anguish to her victim. That was her goal, and she wanted to just keep pushing her and pushing her to a breakdown.
Donna looked to her left and saw Marge’s face. She had a flirty look on her face and once again, she was propositioned. She had to do the most embarrassing thing in her life, or she was going to get tortured. Her belly started to quiver in ticklish fear, and her mind was racing. They were still trying to put her in a sexually compromising position and humiliate her at the same time. She chose tickling the last time and wondered what she was going to do. “Why? Why do you want to see my breasts? Come on, Marge. You have to be reasonable!” she asked.
“I am reasonable. I could just take off the bra and there is nothing you can do to stop me. I am giving you a choice. So, make your choice. I will say, whatever you choose, I am truly going to enjoy.” Marge responded. She knew she was about to tickle the life out of Donna, then she would remove her bra anyway. Or if Donna chose to remove her bra, she would tickle her anyway.
“I-I can’t show you my breasts! Please, don’t make me do it! Don’t make me HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA WAIT!!!! DON’T TICKLE!!! HAHAHAHAHA DON’T TICKLE!!!!!” Donna screamed when she felt the fingers plunging into her navel. The sheer intensity of the ticklish feelings really drove her wild and she let out a very loud ticklish laugh. Her navel was always very ticklish. It drove her wild and now this red headed woman was pushing her finger into it and making her scream. She shut her eyes and just laughed. Her body vibrated and she was in sheer agony now. She had no idea how she was going to survive at this moment.
“You took too long, so I guess you wanted the tickling. I am only going to stop until either you die, or you tell me to take off your bra. Make your choice….hehehe” Marge threatened. She wanted to take the bra off to further humiliate Donna. If she did that and exposed her breasts, the woman was surely going to break and become a great sex slave. Sylvia told her that the way to get a sex slave obedient is to torture them so much, being a sex toy was far more palpable. She twirled her finger inside the navel rapidly, trying to produce the loudest and most horrible ticklish feelings she could out of this woman. It really got her own excitement at a fever pitch, and she just kept swirling. “Tickle, tickle.” she teased.
Donna felt the finger in her navel swirling around and it drove her crazy. The sheer intensity of the ticklish feelings she felt was overwhelming. She tried to move her body away, but she was trapped. She just kept laughing as hard as she could. She hated this feeling of helplessness. She didn’t want to get tortured, but it was either being tickled or having her dignity shattered. They wanted to see her breasts. They wanted to embarrass her by exposing something very private of hers. No grown woman had ever seen her breasts and she wasn’t going to start now. The tickling, however, really drove her wild. No one ever tickled her this long in her life and she already just wanted to submit. She wanted it to stop and felt she was in between a rock and a hard place. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MARGE!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP TICKLING MEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA IT TICKLES!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA STOOOOOOOOPPPP!!!!” she cried out.
“Then tell me to take off your bra. You know you are in control of your fate right now. I told you that you were either going to die from me tickling you, or you would tell me to take off your bra. It is up to you. It seems like you made your choice so stop whining. If this was me, I would have happily showed you my tits, but nope. Donna Prescott is hardheaded.” Marge taunted as she continued to swirl her finger in the navel. She really loved how Donna’s body was reacting to her tickle torture. The sound of that intense laughter let her know that her victim was close to completely breaking down and that was what she wanted. This was not about robbing Donna. This was about torturing her. This was about breaking her spirit permanently. She wanted this woman to never be the same again and she was going to tear away her dignity completely. “Come on, Donna. Tell me to take off your bra and this tickling stops for now. Otherwise, I will just keep tickling and tickling and tickling and tickling…..” she threatened.
Rita stood on edge as she listened to Marge threatening Donna. The sounds of that hysterical laughter were echoing off the walls and it was stunning. She had tickled plenty of others and had witnessed Marge tickling others, but this one seemed more brutal. She listened to what Marge was saying and knew her boss wanted to completely destroy Donna. The sound of that begging sent a chill in her body, and she wondered just how long it would be before Donna cracked and begged to have her bra taken off. Once that happened, it was going to be over for the woman. She would never be the same. “Come on, Donna. Just take the bra off. We are all women here. We just want to see your tits.” she added.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOOO!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU CAN’T HAHAHAHAHA SEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!” Donna wailed away as the finger kept swirling. She heard Rita’s voice behind her, and they were trying to make her lose her modesty. Deep down she did not want to expose herself. She had to maintain her dignity because humiliation would be too much for her. She kept feeling those ticklish shockwaves in her body and now she entered silent laughter. Her body stiffened, then started to get loose as she felt her body surrendering. The tickling was getting to be too much. She couldn’t get air inside her lungs and her face and the rest of her was really hot. This was getting to be too much, and she felt herself getting lightheaded. She wondered if she was approaching death and that frightened her. This was pushing her well beyond her limits and now she feared the worst. That finger kept swirling and there was no slowing down. Her emotions started to build, and she just could not take this feeling anymore. She started to nod her head furiously and prayed that Marge saw it.
Marge was focused on her finger swirling inside the belly button. She would push it further into the hole and move it left to right and up and down. She could feel the body starting to go limp and knew Donna was starting to surrender. She also heard the sound of the laughter coming down and knew she was entering the silent laughter part. She knew once a victim got to that point, they were in desperation mode. She was determined to make this woman suffered. At the moment, she did not care if Donna passed out. She would simply wake her up and torture her again. She craved this moment. She wanted nothing more than to have Donna begin to submit. It would finally knock this arrogant woman off her high horse and start to become a worthless pile of human flesh. She noticed Donna’s head was nodding yes furiously and she wondered if this was her submission. She pulled her finger away from the belly button and then put her face next to Donna’s left ear. “Well, are you going to tell me to take that bra off, or do I have to keep torturing you? I don’t care if you die to tell you the truth. Because one way or another, I will see your tits.” she threatened with a very cold tone in her voice.
Donna felt some sense of relief as the belly attack had finally stopped. Her entire body felt that wave of relief even though her body temperature was very hot and her body was tingling all over. She gasped for air and even started to cough because her mouth was so dry. She started to feel some aching and knew she was not doing well. Her mind was a mess, and she didn’t know what to think. Right now, she was in survival mode and just tried to get in as much air as she could. She heard Marge’s ominous voice in her ear, and she felt her emotions starting to come out. She desperately wanted to maintain her composure, but she was too tired, and her body was on fire. It really got to her that Marge didn’t care if she lived or not. All she wanted to do was torture her. Now, she started to understand what Becky must have felt like. She saw the young apprentice suffering from tickling by the thief and the poor woman was completely embarrassed. Now, it was happening to her, and she felt very sad. She knew she nodded her head which meant that she was giving in and was willing to do anything to prevent her from suffering. Her emotions built up and her eyes watered. She looked over at Marge and saw her beaming face. Donna wanted to catch her breath and tried to say words to her.
“I can’t hear you, Donna. What are you trying to tell me? Tell me, you stupid bitch, or I will start tickling you again. I won’t stop until you DO pass out. SPEAK!!!” Marge demanded and felt her anger rising. She now felt that desire to crush this woman become even stronger. She did not want to show her mercy. She wanted to make this woman suffer more than anyone else in the world. She had no idea why she was feeling this way, but she loved it.
“Please….please……stop this…..I-I can’t take…..it……please….” Donna panted, still trying to get air in her lungs. She felt beads of sweat now trickling down and also felt her hair coming undone from the bun that it was in. She started to feel that urge to start crying but held it back as hard as she could.
“Oh, you can take it, and you can take EVEN MORE!!! Now, I saw you nodding your head. Does that mean I can take this bra off? Hmmmm?” Marge asked with a grin. She was excited for this moment because if Donna submitted to having her bra taken off, then the pathway to molding her into a sex slave was going to happen.
Donna heard that question and now she couldn’t hold the tears back. They started to trickle from her eyes, and she felt her lips quivering. Her body felt so extremely sensitive that continued tickle torture would surely do her in. Now, out of sheer desperation, she had to do the one thing she thought she would never do. Submit. “Yes…..” she nodded and then let more tears fall.
“Yes, what? I want you to TELL ME to take it off. DO IT!!!” Marge demanded. She felt some satisfaction out of humiliating this woman and knew she got her. This was the moment.
Donna felt herself about to absolutely lose all control of her emotions because her answer was going to truly crush her spirit. She felt she had no choice and now, just like Becky, she was about to lose her dignity and expose her body to others. “Take it off…..You can take off my bra. Please…. Don’t tickle me.” she said with her voice shaking.
“You hear that, ladies? DONNA PRESCOTT wants me to take off her bra!! How about that? Looks like Donna here, is nothing but a *****, willing to share her breasts with the world!” Marge yelled out to embarrass Donna further. She felt a sense of joy because she finally got Donna to submit to her. After all those weeks of this same woman berating her, her dancers and her customers, she was about to get her just due. She then reached behind the body and unclasped the bra. She did not want to waste any time and wanted to make sure poor Donna suffered. She then pulled the bra cups off the breasts and rested it on top of the chest. Her eyes then gazed at the naked breasts before her. She was impressed with them as they were a size C and had a soft, round shape to them. The small brown nipples were stiff, and she saw them shivering a little. She was being honest with herself acknowledging that the breasts looked amazing and she did not expect that on a woman like Donna. “WOW!!!! Look at her tits!!! They look NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICE!!!!” she gloated.
Donna felt her bra coming off her breasts and her face turned beet red with shame. For the first time ever, someone saw her naked breasts other than a doctor. She couldn’t do anything from stopping Marge from looking at them and, worst yet potentially touching them. She heard the joy in Marge’s voice and that made her feel terrible. The red headed boss of a burlesque show was thrilled to see her breasts. The humiliation really settled in, and she let the tears fall some more. Her head dropped and she wished she was back home, safe and sound. “Please…..cover me. You saw them….” she whimpered.
“Oh Donna, these tits of yours are very lovely!!! Hey Rita, Diane, come check them out. Hehehe” Marge invited. She was truly savoring the moment and now the humiliation of Donna was going to take place. She also knew there were four other women inside the room in the shadows that were witnessing all of this as well.
Rita walked around Donna’s body and now saw the front side of her. Her eyes went wide with surprise as she saw the naked breasts. She was stunned to see how nice they looked. She loved that soft rounded shape and even though they sagged a little, they looked really appealing. Because Donna was such a rude and arrogant woman, she never really paid attention to her physical features. As they tortured her, she was starting to notice the physical features more and more. She wasn’t a bad looking woman at all. Had she been a lot nicer, she might have even lusted after her. She saw the dropped head and heard some soft whimpering. She knew that Donna had to be mortified, and her dignity was gone. There was some sense of satisfaction in that, but she also felt a little bad for her. This was surely an embarrassing moment. Right now, however; she wanted to enjoy the moment just like everyone else. “Those are nice!!! You mean to tell me all this time; Donna had beautiful breasts and didn’t want to share them with all of us? Donna, you have some really beautiful tits. I really like them. I also love how stiff your nipples are. Maybe you like showing us your tits after all…..” she teased.
Donna was an emotional wreck as she heard the two women talking about her breasts. She was still in disbelief that her breasts were exposed like that. She looked down at them and there they were. Sticking out for everyone to see. She saw her nipples and how stiff they were. She couldn’t understand why she was feeling aroused. The thought of another woman looking at her breasts was something she would feel so embarrassed about. When it happened to Becky by that thief, she felt terrified of it happening to her. What made her thoughts worse was that if they exposed her breasts, then they would probably expose the rest of her body. That really made her feel shameful and her mind was starting to break. “Please….why are you doing this to me? I-I would have never done something like this to you. Cover me. Please….” she pleaded.
“Hehehe you must be so filled with shame right now. Well, you should. Again, as a sex slave your breasts are going to be exposed probably every day, so you might as well get used to it. Now, since we see your beautiful tits, I have to test the product. After all, we want to do a great sell job to the clients about your physical features. Are your tits soft or firm? Let’s find out!” Marge threatened. She really enjoyed how emotional Donna was at the moment. She could sense the woman was losing the will to fight because of the utter humiliation, which is where she wanted her. She then reached her right hand forward and softly squeezed the left breast. Her eyes lit up as she felt how soft the skin was. The breast was a little firm, but it was also very soft. She groped around the mound a little and made noises as though she was inspecting a product. “Hmmmm…..pretty nice. I like how they sag a little, but not too much. The skin is very soft, which means she takes good care of herself. I think this is one of the better breasts we have played with. I think some man, or woman, will have a lot of fun with these babies. Hehehe” she teased.
Rita laughed as she heard Marge’s words. She also liked how the hand was touching that left breast. She started to really like how they looked. The nipple was so stiff and looked inviting. “Hey, how does it respond to stimuli. I know when my breasts are in someone’s mouth, it makes me tingle all over. Do you think she is capable of tingling all over? Or does her black heart eliminate all pleasurable sensations?” she teasingly asked.
“Hmmm! That is a good point! A bitch this mean to everyone probably doesn’t have any true pleasure sensations. I guess we will just have to test it out. Maybe she will surprise us and show us that beneath her bitchy exterior, is a wild, sex craved animal just waiting to come out. Hehehe” Marge taunted. She started to softly stroke her fingers over the breast and when they slipped to the underside of the mound, she felt the chest shaking. She loved how the breasts started to sway and then she heard a slight giggle. A cruel smile formed on her face because she had just discovered that Donna had ticklish breasts. That was an exciting find and she was truly going to torture this woman now. “Is that a giggle I hear? Donna Prescott, do you have ticklish breasts?” she asked.
Donna felt the fingers stroking her breasts and she was surprised that she felt a ticklish sensation. She felt the fingers on the top of the breast and when they went to the underside, the ticklish sensation was very strong. She felt some intense ticklish feelings throughout her body, and she started to shake her chest to get away from the fingers. It was no use, and the fingers kept stroking. She couldn’t help but let out a giggle and it mortified her. She never knew her breasts were ticklish, and it drove her wild. “hehehehehe please stop that! Hehehehe I-I don’t want to be touched anymore! Hehehehe why c-can’t you hehehe leave me EEEEEK!!! Alone??!!” she squealed.
“Hehehehe Awwwww…..Donna IS ticklish on her tits. I am truly going to enjoy this then.” Marge teased and started to tickle her the breast faster. She heard those delicious giggles coming from her victim and she loved how the chest was shaking around. She always loved women with ticklish breasts. It made them even more pretty and fun to play with. Now that she found this spot on Donna, she couldn’t wait until she tickled the rest of her naked body. She found a really sensitive spot on the outside edge of the breast and heard a loud shriek. “Hehehe yep, soooooo ticklish!” she teased.
Donna felt those fingers tickling her and she couldn’t stand it. The sensations were a lot stronger than she ever thought possible on her chest. She started to giggle and shriek repeatedly but she never lost that shameful feeling. Even though she was being tickled, they were still touching a part of her body that was very private. They were still trying to force her into becoming a sex slave. She also started to feel even more arousal and she was so confused about why her body liked all of this happening to her. She looked over at Rita who had this happy smile on her face and figured if Marge was not going to show her any mercy, then perhaps she could. “HEHEHEHEH HELP ME!!!! Rita!!! Help me!!!” she called out.
Rita heard the plea for help, and she smiled. She slowly shook her head because it was odd that Donna would ask her for help. They had a near physical confrontation earlier in the day and now she was asking her for help. After all the mean and rude things she did to everyone she encountered and making Becky cry, she had the nerve to ask her for help. She looked into Donna’s eyes and saw desperation. She smiled back at her and wanted to make her regret ever being such a rude and arrogant woman. “You are asking me for help? Sorry, you DESERVE this! Maybe next time you will think about your behavior before you make someone cry!” she yelled at her.
“Who did she make cry?” Marge asked. She didn’t remember any of her girls crying, or any customers, so she was curious about what Rita was talking about. It seemed kind of personal, and she was very curious. Because if it was Rita crying, she was really going to torture this woman.
Rita heard that question and realized that she never told Marge or anyone else about her encounter with Becky. She didn’t tell anyone that she had a big crush on the cute apprentice and knew if she did, they would not be happy with her. Becky wasn’t a true deputy, but she was associated with law enforcement. If law enforcement ever found out about their activities, everything would come crashing down. She knew she had to lie in order to protect herself and the other dancers. “Um….It….it was me.” she lied.
“What? She made you cry???” Marge asked and stopped the breast tickling. Rita was her favorite dancer and if she was affected, she was going to be very emotional herself. She looked at Rita with caring eyes and wanted to hug her. “She really made you cry?” she asked.
Rita felt extremely nervous because she just lied to Marge, but she had to. She had to now make up a story in order to protect her feelings and the group as a whole. The last thing she wanted to do was make Marge angry. “Yeah….I was so mad at her for everything she has done to us. It got me to a point that I started crying. She makes me so angry!” she said, with a degree of truth in her words.
Marge heard that explanation and then she looked at Donna. The woman was still trying to recover from the tickling and now her resolve to torture her grew. She was very protective of her dancers and that fact that Rita was so enraged that she started to cry made her very angry. Rita was usually the calm, levelheaded one. The fact she was that angry really made her want to torture Donna and completely humiliate her. She saw the scared look in Donna’s eyes, and it was time to make her suffer again. “You see? You see how you affected people? You made Rita cry! Oh, you bitch, you are really going to get it now! Diane? Can you pull down her underwear please. In fact, take them off. I want her in just her shoes and stockings.” she instructed.
Donna’s eyes nearly came out of her head when she heard those instructions. She already heard Rita telling Marge that she cried because of how she treated her. That surprised her because she knew she yelled at Rita and the others plenty of times, but never knew they were to the point of an emotional breakdown. Fear gripped her soul because they wanted to torture her even more now. When she heard she was about to lose her underwear, that really set her off. That would be the ultimate humiliation. “What?? Y-You can’t be serious?! Marge, please!!! Don’t do that to me!! I’M SORRY!! I’M SORRY!!! DON’T TAKE OFF MY UNDERWEAR!!!!” she screamed.
Diane heard Rita’s story, and she felt bad for her friend. She knew Rita was a strong person and to hear that she was so upset over the treatment of all of them that she cried, made her dislike Donna even more. They all detested her because of her rudeness, but now it just seemed appropriate to torture her. If there ever was a woman who deserved to be a sex slave, it was Donna Prescott. She heard the instructions and with a wry smile, she walked up to Donna’s backside. She loved how both Rita and Marge were having fun with the breasts, but now, this was going to be even better. She placed her hands on either side of the underwear and started to pull them down. She felt them sliding off the hips and could see the top of the naked ass. She started to get excited seeing that very pale skin and couldn’t wait to see it all. “Yeah, let’s see what you got under these…” she told her.
Donna felt her entire body go stiff as she felt her underwear starting to come off. She felt them come off her hips and she was in complete shock. Her brain kept thinking that this could not be happening and it had to be a bad dream. She felt the garment come off her rear end and now her ass was exposed, as well as her very private front area. She looked at Marge and Rita’s faces and saw them staring at her hip area. This was a moment her mind would never forget. The shame she felt was overwhelming and when the underwear got to the ground and she was forced to step out of them, she started to cry. She was now naked except for her shoes and stockings. “Y-You stripped me. I-I’m naked. You stripped me naked!!! You stripped me naked! WHY? WHY??????” she wailed and started to feel her eyes filling with tears.
Marge felt a tingle in her loins as she saw the underwear coming off. She loved how pale the skin was and then saw the brown pubic hairs appearing. She watched with glee when the underwear fell to the ground and saw Diane taking them off the feet. Her eyes went back up the long, thin, pale-skinned legs and now Donna’s privates were exposed. She didn’t get a good look of the pussy because Donna was standing, but knew it was just a matter of time before she saw it up close and personal. She looked at Donna’s face and saw that crushing sadness on it. The sounds of Donna’s voice made her happy because she heard that emotional defeat in them. She smiled at her and her eyes turned to slits. “Now, you are about to become a *****….” she told her.
Rita was surprised when she saw the underwear coming off. It was going to be amusing watching Donna get stripped naked and then tortured. She saw the underwear come off fully and when she saw the pubic hairs, she wondered what the pussy looked like. She looked forward to the sexual conquering because this woman truly deserved the humiliation. She heard that every emotional voice from Donna and then she felt some sadness. She knew how proud of a woman Donna was and this had to be the most humiliating thing to ever happen to her in her entire life. It made her feel a little sorry for her, but she dismissed those feelings. This woman deserved this, and she wanted her to regret everything she had done to so many people. “Ooooh!!! She looks pretty good naked! You know, I think she will in fact fetch a good price. A woman this arrogant would be enticing for someone to break every single day.” she said with a smile.
Donna’s eyes filled with tears as she listened to the women talking about her and ogling her naked form. She felt her entire body temperature skyrocket due to the shame and humiliation she felt at the moment. She thought it was the most humiliating moment of her entire life when her breasts exposed, but now, this easily surpassed that feeling and she was utterly humiliated at the moment. She had no idea women could be this cruel to her. She hated being kidnapped. She hated being tied up. She hated the yelling and threats of becoming a sex slave. She hated having her chest exposed. But at this very moment, she truly hated being where she was and who she was. She started to shake in absolute shame and she wished she could just die. “Please….cover me. Cover me…” she whimpered.
Diane looked at Donna’s naked ass and smiled. She really enjoyed this moment. She loved how they just broke this woman’s soul and humiliated her far beyond her limits. She knew Donna was a prude of a woman, so being naked in front of others had to be horrifying. She then grabbed an ass cheek with each hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. The humiliation was going to continue and truly destroy this woman. “Ooooh!!! Her ass skin is SO soft, but the ass is also very firm. I like her ass! Hehehe” she teased.
Marge giggled when she heard Donna squealing when her ass got squeezed. She loved how uncomfortable Donna was and wanted to keep up the embarrassment. She saw her trembling in fear and shame. She saw how emotional she was getting. This was her objective, and she wasn’t done with her yet. “Hehehe is that true? Do you have a nice, firm ass? You just keep surprising us, Donna. Underneath that bitchy exterior is actually a sexy woman! I bet you like her grabbing your ass, don’t you? You NAUGHTY girl!” she taunted.
Donna squealed repeatedly when she felt each of her butt cheeks getting squeezed. These women were not stopping what they were doing to her, and her feelings were getting worse. She felt a tear trickling from her eye and streaking down her left cheek. She really wished this could end and she could go back home. “Please EEK don’t do this to EEK me! Please EEK let me EEK go!” she begged.
Rita watched as poor Donna continued to squeal each time her ass was squeezed. She saw the tear coming from the eye and she liked it a little. They were truly teaching Donna a harsh lesson. She wanted to maintain that anger towards the woman, so she could truly enjoy what was happening. She looked over at Marge and smiled. “Hehehe did you say she was a NAUGHTY girl? You know what happens to NAUGHTY girls, right?” she asked teasingly.
Marge had a large grin when she heard Rita’s question. It was time to continue to make Donna miserable and she looked right back at the helpless woman. “Yes, I do! You know what happens to naughty girls, Donna? They get………SPANKED!!!!” she said with joy.
Diane heard those words and smiled. She took her hands off the cheeks and then reached back with her right hand, then swung her arm as hard as she could and smacked the right ass cheek of poor Donna Prescott. The sound echoed throughout the entire room, and she heard that squeal of pain. “BAD GIRL!” she yelled.
“OOOOOOWWWW!!!!” Donna screamed as she felt that strike against her ass and she froze in time. The sound was very loud, and she felt that pain. It completely surprised her and now she panicked. These women were going to spank her! She hadn’t been spanked since she was a small child. She felt another strike across her ass, but on the left cheek. That strike was just as hard and now she felt terrible. The spanks kept hitting her and with each strike, it got worse for her. She was hopping on one foot and then switched on the other. She looked at the happiness on Marge and Rita’s faces and she started to break down. “WHY???? OW!!! WHY?” she cried out.
“You’re naughty, that’s why. Suffer bitch…..” Marge replied coldly. She loved how much agony Donna was in and wanted to continue to torture this woman. She could see Diane swinging her arms and striking that ass. She could see just how happy Diane was and that made her happy. She then went towards the backside of Donna to get a look at her ass. She saw the naked back, which was very pale skin, and then looked at her shapely ass. The ass cheeks were a bright pink and made a wonderful contrast with the pale back and legs. She watched as strike after strike continued and heard those agonizing whimpers of Donna echoing inside the room. She then looked at Diane and smiled. “Ok, you can stop now. Let’s see how much she repents for her sins. Hehehehe” she giggled.
Donna felt the spanking stop and she felt relief but also sheer emotional agony. This was completely embarrassing. They were truly trying to torture her, and she just couldn’t hold back anymore. She started to cry harder, and her body started to hang loose in her bondage. Her knees were getting weak, and she wanted to curl into a fetal position and just get away from the world. “I’m sorry sob I’m sorry…” she cried.
Rita saw Donna starting to hang limp and heard those cries of sorrow. She could feel Donna’s emotion and she started to feel slightly bad for her. She truly enjoyed the punishment and knew Donna deserved every last bit of it, but she wondered if the poor woman had enough. It was the sound of the crying. She could sense true sorrow in the woman. She was no longer that arrogant bitch who spewed hatred every time she spoke. Now, she was a helpless human being in her worst nightmare. She then remembered what this same woman did to Becky, and she wanted to maintain that anger. She could not give Donna mercy, especially after what she made Becky cry. “She is a mess.” she said.
“Yes, she is! Hehehe Awwww….poor bitchy Donna got a spanking! You deserved that you *****. I love the sound of your cries. You truly deserve to be miserable. That makes me happy. But I am sure we can lighten up the mood in the room! I want to hear laughter. Diane, could you do the honors? Her poor ass must be aching. Make her feel better. Hehehe” she instructed.
Diane grinned when she heard the instructions. She then formed her fingers into claws and started to flutter her nails across those tenderized ass cheeks. She touched those bright pink areas and saw how quickly Donna stood rigid and let out a horrific scream of laughter. “Tickle, tickle.” she teased.
“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHAHAHHAHAHAA NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” Donna screamed in ticklish agony. The nails fluttering on her tenderized butt cheeks produced a ticklish feeling she never experienced before. It was very intense, and she immediately started to squeal and sway her body wildly as she felt those nails. Her body was extremely sensitive, and the tickling was even worse than before. It was as though she was getting more and more ticklish as time passed.
Marge laughed when she saw Donna trembling, shaking and dancing on one foot to the next. She heard that scream and felt a chill in her body. She knew the potion had an effect and made everything so much worse. The fact Donna was reacting this way made her excited for what they still planned to do to her. Her eyes looked at the shoes and stockings and that made her lick her lips. When Ingrid told her about the night, she robbed Donna and tortured Becky, she heard that Donna was extremely frightful of her feet being touched. She couldn’t wait to get her hands on Donna’s feet and torture this woman beyond her sanity. “Hehehe ticklish ass, Donna?” she taunted.
Pilar stood in the shadows and observed the entire event taking place. She was in complete awe as they saw the burlesque dancers systematically breaking down this victim. She had no idea who this victim was, but apparently, this was very personal to the dancers. They were truly trying to torture this woman. She loved the team she was on. This was such a happy moment for her because she was with women that could be very cruel, and she inspired to be as ruthless. She enjoyed the victims she already had tormented back in Mexico. Now, she was taking notes on other potential tickle torture methods because she wanted to be the absolute best. Then she heard a noise. She looked to her left and saw a door opening. She grew a little nervous when she saw a small in stature woman entering the room. She had short cropped blond hair and wore black clothing. She had a very cute face and saw her walking into the light, getting closer to Marge. “I wonder who that is.” she thought to herself.
Ingrid walked into the room and felt really excited. She could hear the tortured screams from outside the room, and it got her blood pumping. She had just finished robbing a woman in Plotsville by tying her up, tickling her all over and stealing her jewelry. She really enjoyed this latest victim because she stripped her naked and tickled her private area even after the woman gave up the location of her jewels. The victim couldn’t stand being tickled on her feet and she easily gave up once she really tickled them. After all the activity at this facility lately and what she helped do to Phoebe Wellington recently, she wanted to further embarrass her victims and tickle them naked and force them to orgasm. The woman she robbed moments ago had a huge orgasm and she loved it. Now, she looked at the latest victim and her eyes went wide! She recognized who the victim was, and a major thrill of excitement filled her entire body. It was the one woman that she and all of her fellow dancers absolutely hated. It was Donna Prescott. What made her happy besides hearing that hysterical laughter was the fact that she was naked. She saw those nice sized breasts and could even see the pubic hairs. Ingrid was happy she made it on time because she knew the sexual humiliation was still to come and she definitely did not want to miss that. She walked up next to Marge and smiled. “Is that really Donna Prescott?” she asked.
Marge felt someone walking up next to her and she turned to her left and smiled. It was Ingrid and she had returned from her latest robbery. She saw the happy look on her face, which made her very happy as well. She winked at her and smiled. “Welcome back! Yes, that is Donna Prescott there laughing her stupid head off. Hehehehe She is such a nice victim. She is going to make such a great sex slave! Was your journey successful?” she asked.
“It was VERY successful! I wish you could have seen it. I had the woman all tied up and tickled her silly! Hehehe Her feet were amazing! She was laughing and laughing and laughing. She gave up her jewelry quickly afterwards. Then I made her cum. So, she got a reward. Her diamond necklace is probably worth a lot of money!” Ingrid replied. She loved it when she reported her capers back to Marge. She liked how successful she was and how the entire group was becoming more successful. Now, she looked at the group’s worst enemy and loved how naked Donna was.
“Great job my friend. Hehehehe as you can tell, Donna is part of the harem now. I can’t wait to sell her off and get rid of her once and for all.” Marge replied. She turned her attention back to Donna and loved how loud she was screaming. She saw her “dancing” in place as her ass was being tickled. She saw that look of sheer anguish on her face and how red and wet her eyes were from tears. She was starting to look like a complete mess and that was what she wanted.
“I see she is naked already. For a prude, sexless bitch such as herself, she does have a nice body. Haha did I miss the good stuff yet?” Ingrid asked. She hoped they didn’t force Donna into orgasms yet, because she definitely wanted to see that. She noticed the pubic hair and started to think they hadn’t attacked that area yet.
“Not yet. She is just in the middle of her suffering. Her feet are next. Hahaha” Marge answered. She kept looking at those shoes and stockings and couldn’t wait to touch what was most likely a horrifically ticklish spot on her victim.
“Oh yeah!!! Her feet! You should have seen the reaction she gave when I was taking off her shoes after I tickle destroyed that idiot Becky. Even after all the torture I did on Becky, Donna didn’t give up the jewelry until I was about to tickle her feet. I can’t wait to see just how ticklish she is!” Ingrid said, then did a small handclap. She was getting very excited about the possibility of Donna having her feet tickled and her suffering even more.
“Hehehe that’s right. Oh, this will be fun. I think she will suffer a little bit longer, then we go after her feet.” Marge grinned. She continued to watch Donna laughing and shaking her body around as much as possible. She loved the reactions she was getting and now she wanted to give her a little more suffering. She walked up closer to Donna’s body and looked at her chest shaking. Those size C breasts were wobbling around and she did like them. She reached her hands forward and started to stroke her fingers on the undersides of the mounds. Since the ass was being tickled, she wanted to tickle the breasts and keep making the woman she despised suffer even more. “Tickle titties! Tickle titties!” she taunted.
Donna continued to feel like she was in Hell. The way those nails skittered all over her very tender ass cheeks drove her absolutely insane. Her body was so very sensitive and after the spanking she received, her body was even more sensitive. The more she was tickled by those nails on her ass, the more she felt ticklish. It was a very surreal feeling because the intensity kept increasing. Then she felt something stroking the underside of her breasts and she looked downwards. She saw her breasts moving around and saw Marge’s hands. The sensation she felt really tore right through her very fabric of being and she really exploded in laughter. Her body was too responsive for her to handle, and she lost it. The ticklish feeling was overwhelming, and she panicked again. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP PLEASE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO MORE!!! HAHAHAHA OH GAWD IT TICKLES!!! IT TICKLES!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she wailed away.
“I know it does, you bitch. You deserve this. You deserve to keep suffering. I have plans for you and your surprisingly sexy body. Very sexy plans…..” Marge told her as her fingers continued to tickle those delicate undersides of the breasts. She saw the nipples were still stiff and once they started going after Donna sexually, her life would be ruined, and she would be a great sex slave. That’s what made all of this so joyful to her. Someone as arrogant and snobby as Donna would become an obedient, docile sex slave. She loved it when her fingers touched the outer edges of the breasts and loved that ticklish squeal. She wanted to do this all night long.
Diane continued to tickle that tender ass with her nails. She was getting really wrapped up in the torture and the fact that this as belonged to a woman that every single burlesque dancer despised made it even sweeter. She loved the sound of that hysterical laughter. She loved the way the ass would clench and shake around. When her nails touched the tender pink skin, the reactions were priceless. She always enjoyed tickling victims and looked forward to making this happen more often. This victim was just extra special. She wanted to explore the ass and find every nook and cranny possible to make Donna suffer. She looked around Donna’s quivering body and noticed her friend, and professional thief, Ingrid, standing over there. That made her smile because Ingrid was such an awesome friend. “Ingrid!! You’re back! See how much fun we are having?” she asked her.
Ingrid saw Diane’s smile and she grinned. She loved her fellow dancers, and Diane was a great mentor. She walked over to her and looked at Donna’s ass. She was impressed that someone as ugly inside as Donna would have such a sexy ass. She saw how pink the skin was in contrast to the rest of the pale skin and surmised that she received a nice spanking. That sent chills to her body because she would have loved to have seen it. “Yes, I can tell! I love how she screams! Her ass is that ticklish, huh?” she asked with a smile.
“Hehehe yes, it is! I love how my nails scratch all over her skin. She is REALLY sensitive right now. Hey, want to help me?” Diane offered. She wanted to further the torment and figured Ingrid could help her.
“Sure!!! What do you want me to do?” Ingrid asked with excitement. She was very thrilled that she was going to have an opportunity to participate in the torture of a woman they all truly despised. She looked at Diane with eager eyes and was happy she would be involved in a second tickle torture moment this same night.
“Can you pull her ass cheeks apart? I want to touch her in some very intimate places. Hehehe” Diane requested. She figured it was time to take the torture to another level. The hysterical laughter continued because Marge was tickling the breasts, and it was time for her to show Donna what more suffering was going to be.
“Hehehe yes!!! Here, let me….grab her cheeks. Like this?” Ingrid asked as she positioned her body where she wrapped her arms around the body, grabbed an ass cheek with each hand and pulled them apart. She could feel Donna’s body slamming against hers, but not hard enough to cause her to move her position.
“Yes, just like that!” Diane replied with a huge grin. She saw how pale the ass crack was and shivered. Very intimate areas on Donna’s body were being exposed and knew this woman was going to absolutely lose it. She then took the tip of her right index finger and placed it right on the tailbone. She then slowly dragged her finger from the tailbone and right into the exposed crack. She saw the ass immediately trying to clench, but Ingrid’s hands kept the cheeks apart. “Hehehe she is a bit sensitive here.” she teased.
Donna was still in ticklish agony as her breasts were being tickled. She felt the ass tickling stop and heard voices speaking. She was in a state of ticklish delirium that she couldn’t really tell what the women were saying. It broke her heart that these women ganged up on her and were torturing her. She then felt a body getting close to hers which limited her shaking around and suddenly felt her butt cheeks being pulled apart. Her brain was trying to register what was happening and then she felt something. She felt something hard touching her tailbone, then slowly stroking down right in the crack of her ass! Her eyes almost came out of her head as that sensation was something she never felt before. Like her breasts, she never knew the crack of her behind was ticklish. She screamed a very loud and shrill laughter, and she couldn’t even close her cheeks. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME????? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she screamed.
Diane smiled as she heard that laughter. Her nail continued to go down the crack and the reaction was priceless. This ass crack was very, very sensitive and she just wanted to keep torturing it. She moved her nail back up the crack, and would tickle the cheeks a little more, then back to the valley of the crack. The ass cheeks were desperately trying to clench together but Ingrid held that area open for her. She really loved how it looked watching her nail stroke up and down that crack, tickling all that sensitive skin. She couldn’t even imagine the agony Donna felt and enjoyed giving her more and then she felt her nipples stiffening as she thought about something. She figured it was time to send Donna a message that her body now belong to Madam Broussard’s Burlesque show and eventually a client who had her as a sex slave. She slowly moved her finger down the ass crack again, but this time, kept going down the crack until she grazed that puckered hole. It was time to play with that hole and touch Donna intimately. “Tickle tickle” she teased as she stroked her finger around the outer rim of the hole.
Donna was still losing her mind as she felt the ass crack tickling and the breast tickling. She was also very concerned and confused that her body was so aroused as well. The way this torture was going, her body loved it, but her mind was in sheer Hell. Then she felt the nail going even slower down her butt crack and eventually touched somewhere so intimate and hidden on her body, that it truly wrecked her. “AAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA WHAT ARE YOU DOING??? HAHAHAHAHA YOU’RE TOUCHING ME HAHAHAHAH THERE????” she screamed.
“Yes, I am touching you there. Let’s see how ticklish this cute little hole of yours is. hehehe” Diane teased as her finger continued to graze across the outer rim. She could feel and see the ass cheeks trying to clench. The sound of that laughter and screaming sent chills throughout her entire body. She knew this moment had to be too much for Donna and she was going to enjoy every single moment of it. The finger then went directly across the diameter of the hole and got a very good reaction. “hehehe I think I will need to wash this finger when I am done. She has such a cute hole! I like how puckered it looks. Has anyone ever touched you here before, Donna? Doesn’t it feel nice to have your hole played with by…..A WOMAN?” she taunted as her finger continued to titillate that hole.
Donna continued to feel that fingernail on her hole and it was the most surreal feeling she ever had. The sensation was very odd to her, but her body responded to it. The sensation was intense, and it was driving her absolutely crazy. Her eyes were nearly coming out of her head, and her mouth was wide open. She let out a horrific scream of laughter and what really got to her was the words that Diane just said to her. There was a woman in fact touching a very intimate part of her body and it blew her mind. These women were truly pushing her beyond her limits. They were playing with her near naked body and her body loved it. Her mind was in agony knowing that her body responded to a lesbian touch. “AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME???? HAHAHAHAHA” she roared.
“Touching you. I know you are enjoying this. Hehehe Who would have ever thought that deep within her soul, Donna Prescott was a…..lesbian. hehehe” Marge teased. With Diane playing with Donna’s hole, and she was playing with the breasts, it was time to do a little sexual humiliation before she went after the feet.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA I AM NOT HAHAHAHAHA LESBIAN!!!” Donna screamed. She did not want to admit something she was not. She never liked a woman sexually before which was why she was going crazy right now. Her entire body was tingling with arousal to go along with the horrific ticklish feelings. She felt another swipe of the finger near her hole, and she let out a loud ticklish shriek.
“Oh no? Then why are your nipples so hard? Hmmm? I bet your body loves what we are doing to it. We will get to the truth, Donna. In fact, I think you are going to have an orgasm tonight. Hehehe” Marge teased. She started to play with the nipples and loved the reaction she was getting. She gently pulled on them and then started to flicker her fingers against them. The nipples grew even harder, and she kept her thumbs on them, gently teasing them.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA I DON’T KNOW!!!! HAHAHAHA I DON’T KNOW WHY MY HAHAHAHA NIPPLES ARE HARD!!! I AM BEGGING YOU!!! PLEASE HAHAHAHAHAHA DON’T TOUCH ME LIKE THAT!!!” Donna begged. The hole teasing and the nipple play was really getting to her. She could feel her body responding to the sensations and she even started to feel a tingling sensation between her legs. She had no idea how this could even happen. She felt that touch on her hole and remembered watching Becky suffering from it. She remembered Becky being in such agony and now it was happening to her. She really felt sad because they were really pushing her into places she never dreamed of. “HAHAHAHA PLEASE HAVE MERCY!!” she screamed.
Rita was truly enjoying witnessing Donna going crazy from the ass tickling and the nipple tease. She could see how hard the nipples were and since the hole was being played with, she could only imagine how much Donna was suffering. She then thought about using feathers to increase the sensual sensation. She knew Diane was playing with the hole with her finger, and figured a feather would probably be effective. She walked away from the scene and back into the dark area of the room. She found one of her feathers and then headed back towards the victim. She went to the backside, and she loved how Ingrid was holding the ass cheeks apart. It looked like Diane was using her fingernail with precision and touching the most tender spots on the hole, causing the victim to lose her mind. “Hey Diane, you can use this feather. It should really drive her wild. I am sure she will lose her mind very soon.” she grinned.
“Thank you, Rita! Yes, let me use this feather on this precious little hole. She is going crazy. Hahaha” Diane giggled, then took the feather. She saw the look on Ingrid’s face, and it was a large smile. She watched at Ingrid then spread the cheeks open even further and now she could see that hole even better. She softly stroked the fronds up and down the crack, and then over the hole. “Time to tease you and get you wet. Hehehe Is it even possible that she could get wet?” she asked jokingly.
Donna felt that feather teasing her butt crack, and it sent another tidal wave of ticklish sensations throughout her body. It was as though they were trying to turn her inside out. The sensations were very overpowering, and she just kept laughing. This was a devastating experience for her because they just would not stop trying to torture her and touch her in such a manner. The nipple teasing resumed, and she looked at the face of Marge. That woman was truly enjoying her misery, and she started to fall apart. The tickling sensations were still driving her crazy, but she still felt the urge to cry even harder.” Marge….please hehehehehe make them hehehehe stop! I don’t want this to hehehehehe happen. I am hehehehe begging you…please….” She whined.
“Does it look like I care about your well-being right now? I told you that you were going to suffer and you will. Now, I will be nice and give you a chance for a break. You want us to stop touching your private spots? Well, I want you to tell me that you want your shoes and stockings to come off. Tell me you want us to play with your barefeet. If you do not want that to happen, then you can also admit that you are a lesbian and you like it.” Marge offered. She already knew they were going to be tickling the feet, but it was also fun to mess with Donna’s mind. She wondered what was going to be said next and let go of the nipples.
Donna gasped at that offer, and it made her even more emotional. Even though the nipple play stopped, her ass was still getting feathered and now her feet were being tickle threatened. She definitely did not want her feet touched. She knew how explosively ticklish they were and if they tortured her there, she would surely lose her mind. She remembered when the thief was taking off her shoe. Her feet were going to be tortured back then, and that was when she surrendered the location of the precious ruby. She also did not want to tell them she was a lesbian, and she liked being touched in that way. Her eyes leaked out more tears because she knew she was doomed no matter what she chose. “Please don’t make me….hehehehe please don’t make me choose.” she whined.
“Donna, Donna, Donna. You are so pitiful. I guess we will just have to play with your feet. We already know you are a secret lesbian, so your feet it is. Ladies, let’s see her naked feet!” Marge instructed. She saw that look of sadness on the face and wanted to keep torturing her.
Ingrid let go of the ass cheeks and started to clap. She remembered how close she was to tormenting Donna’s feet on that fateful night before the woman revealed the location of the jewels. The sheer panic in Donna’s eyes let her know that those feet were going to be really ticklish and torturing them would be the best moment ever. She saw Diane pull the feather away and it was time to really have some fun. “I want to help take her shoes and stockings off! I was so close to getting her feet the last time!” she told her friends.
Diane giggled when she heard the enthusiasm in Ingrid’s voice. She remembered that story and now it looked like they were truly going to find out just how ticklish those feet were. Donna was very sensitive all over and now they were going after a sure weakness. “Ok, let’s take her shoes and stockings. I want to see her feet too!” she said.
Ingrid quickly reached down and picked up the right ankle from the ground. It forced Donna to apply her weight on her left foot in order to not hang loose from the ceiling and pull her arms. She looked at the bottom of the shoe and smiled. She was so very close to tickling this foot and now it was time. She grabbed the heel of the shoe and started to tug at it. She heard the shoe pop off the heel and now the process was beginning. Her heart started to race, and she felt an excitement flowing through her as she slid off the shoe. The shoe came off the toes and now, the stockinged foot was exposed! The material was black, so she couldn’t see the foot itself, but that was going to be resolved quickly. “She has big feet. They are a size 9!” she yelled out.
Donna started to whimper once she felt her shoe coming off her heel and once it came off her foot, her head dropped in shame and fear. The most ticklish spot on her body that she knew about before her ass was tickled was now exposed and they were surely going to tickle her there. She felt great fear within her very soul and prayed they would not touch her foot. She involuntarily crunched her toes together, trying anything to protect her foot. She then shuddered when she heard her shoe hitting the floor. She lifted her head again and made contact with Marge. “Please….I am begging you. Please don’t let them touch my feet. Please…..not the feet.” she pleaded.
“Something wrong with your feet? I am sure they will treat your feet with the love we have shown you so far. Hehehehe I will admit Donna, the thought of us touching your feet really thrills me. I think I need to go see them. Be right back!” Marge told her, then walked behind Donna’s hanging form. She could see Ingrid holding that right ankle and she could see the stockinged covered sole of the foot. The foot was wiggling around in ticklish fear. She was excited to see what the foot looked like. She looked at Ingrid and winked. “Take off her stocking now. Let’s see what her foot looks like. I hope it is cute. I think this might be the first time anyone has seen her feet!” she said with a thrill in her voice.
Ingrid licked her lips and started to peel the stocking down from the middle of the inner thigh on the right leg and then slipped it past the bent knee. She felt the leg trembling in fear and felt a rush of excitement. She was finally going to see these feet. The stocking made it past the calf muscle, and then off the ankle. She looked at Marge, Diane and Rita. They all had excited looks on their faces and she took a deep breath. She could hear some whimpering sounds from Donna behind her, and she started to peel the stocking off the heel. She saw the pale skin of the ankle, but the heel was a creamy color. The foot looked narrow, and she continued to peel the stocking off. The arch started to get exposed, and it was a nice design. It was not a low arch or a very high one but had good definition. Her eyes got wide when the ball of the foot was exposed. The sole itself was narrow. This was a long and narrow foot. The ball of the foot was small, and she wondered what the toes looked like. “Ok, ladies! Time to see Donna Prescott’s toes!!” she called out.
Donna let her head hang in shame. They were still stripping her and now her feet were going to be exposed. Once they were, she was going to be completely naked. This entire ordeal truly was breaking her spirit. The women would not stop. They were truly breaking her down from head to toe. She knew her toes were about to get exposed and once she felt the stocking come off her toes, she felt completely ashamed. Now, she just had one shoe and stocking left on her body which she knew would soon be taken off as well. “Please stop doing this to me…..” she mumbled.
Ingrid slipped the stocking off the toes, and she grinned once she saw the complete naked foot. The toes were long, with the index toe slightly longer than the big toe, and the rest of the toes descended in length. The skin was creamy to match the rest of the sole. She saw the foot trembling and finally, she laid her eyes on Donna’s naked foot. The skin looked soft, and she was very excited to finally torment it. “Look at her foot!!! It looks nice! It appears this bitch just keeps surprising us. I really wish I got to torture her before in her house. But this place is better! Because she can scream as loud as she wants and no one will care. Hehehe” she said with great enthusiasm in her voice.
“She does have a nice-looking foot. Well, what do you know? Donna Prescott is actually attractive physically. That is even better because clients would be happy to buy her and fill her holes. Hehehehe The best part is, by the time we are done with her, she won’t even have that bitchy personality of hers. She will be a sobbing mess! I hope a woman purchases her. I would love to see Donna as a lesbian sex slave. I am sure she would love to feel a tongue somewhere.” Marge taunted. She made her voice loud enough so that Donna could hear all of it. She wanted to continue to destroy the woman’s mind.
Donna felt extremely nervous now that her foot was exposed. She could hear their comments about her feet and how they hoped she would become a lesbian sex slave. She couldn’t help but cry about her situation. There was no escape for her. They were definitely torturing her, and it was working. There was no one coming to save her because they probably didn’t even know where she was. Her mind then thought about something she heard. The one who seemed to be holding her foot had past knowledge about her. She had no idea what that woman meant by being tortured in her own home. She was only there with Becky and the thief. Then her eyes popped open as she realized something. She did see a small statured woman coming into the light and stood next to Marge and Rita. The woman was cute and had short cropped blond hair. What stood out was that she was short and thin and wore loose black clothes. Her mind wondered if that woman was the thief! That got her really emotional because even though the other dancers did a great job of torturing her, the thief really tormented Becky and got her to admit where the jewels were. She tried to pull her foot free, but the hand around her ankle held firm. “Please!!! Don’t torture me!! I gave you the ruby!!!” she screamed.
Ingrid was smiling and looking at the helpless foot. Then she heard what Donna said, and she smiled. It appeared that Donna might have figured out that she was the thief. She looked over at Marge and wondered if she should reveal her identity. The best part about her being a thief was that no one could truly tell if she was a man or a woman in those loose black clothes and her hooded mask. She shrugged her shoulders and wondered what she should do.
Marge smiled when she heard that Donna might have figured out that Ingrid was the thief terrorizing the women of Plotsville. It amused her because even though Donna may have realized who the thief was, her fate was sealed because she wouldn’t be able to tell anyone since she was going to be a sex slave somewhere. She walked back into Donna’s view and saw the panicked look on her face. “Why are you yelling about a ruby?” she asked.
Donna saw Marge enter her vision and she trembled. She also felt her foot drop back to the floor and wondered what was about to happen to her. She heard Marge’s question and grew nervous. If she was wrong about the small woman and she was not the thief, Marge would probably want to torture her even more than she has. “Nothing! I was just yelling!” she answered.
“You said it for a reason. Did someone try to torture you before?” Marge asked. She wanted to know if Donna truly knew it was Ingrid. It was still enjoyable either way, because she truly wanted to see those feet tickled.
“Yes! A thief broke into my house and stole the ruby!” Donna shouted back. She started to shake in her bonds, and she could also feel how cold the ground was since her naked right foot was on the floor.
“Hmmmm…. Sounds like that thief that was going around Plotsville, right? I remember your big mouth complaining about it in the town square. You think that thief is here?” Marge asked with a smirk. She figured it would be fun to have Donna realize that she was right and the Tickling Thief was in this room. She motioned her hand towards Ingrid to come over and reveal herself. “Does she look familiar?” she asked.
Ingrid went to the front of Donna and smiled. She then reached underneath her shirt and pulled out her mask. She quickly placed it on her head and stood there for Donna. “Remember me? hehehe” she asked giggling.
Donna’s jaw dropped when she saw that very familiar figure. As soon as she saw the mask, she recognized the woman that humiliated Becky Lockhart and was going to torture her. Her heart sank because now, she was surely going to be tortured. The thief had frightened her immensely and now that she was in this room, she panicked! “NOOOO!!! STAY AWAY FROM ME!!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!” she yelled.
“hehehe awwwww……she is not happy to see me! Just when you thought you avoided me, I am here, and I am REALLY going to torture you. Now, let me get those feet!!” Ingrid said, then pulled off her mask. She then went to the backside again, grabbed the right ankle and pulled the foot up in the air, where the sole was upturned and the knee was bent.
“SOMEONE HELP ME!!! HELP MEEEEEEEEEE!!!” Donna screamed when her foot was pulled up into the air again. She knew her foot was about to be tickled by the woman who tickle destroyed Becky. It was still stunning that the burlesque show was hiding that thief the entire time.
Marge loved the sound of Donna’s panicked screams. It appeared that even though Ingrid did not actually torture Donna when she broke into her home, she must have done one heck of a job on Becky to cause Donna so much fear. She really loved it and now it was time to listen to that tortured laughter. “Ok…..tickle her.” she simply commanded.
Ingrid grinned when she heard that she could tickle the foot. She really loved tickling Becky’s feet that fateful night, but tickling Donna’s was going to be a lot of fun for her. She looked at the long foot and simply did a quick stroke of her finger down the length of the foot. Her finger zipped past the heel, into the arch, and off the ball of the foot. The foot immediately went spastic, and she held onto it. “hehehe she’s ticklish!” she said with excitement.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NOT MY FEET!!!! ANYWHERE BUT MY HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHFEEEEEEEEEEEETTTTTTTT!!!!!!” Donna screamed to the top of her lungs. That ticklish shockwave was very intense, and it drove her crazy. Her body was already really sensitive, and her feet were always highly ticklish. Now, she was naked, tickled all over the rest of her body, including the hole in her butt, spanked, ridiculed and humiliated. She shut her eyes tight and just let out the loudest laughter from the depths of her soul.
“Wow! She is really ticklish on her feet. Hehehe This is going to be fun.” Rita giggled. She was enjoying the interaction with Ingrid and Donna. It was surreal that Donna now knew Ingrid was the thief, but it didn’t matter. She was never going to be seen again, so they could reveal whatever they wanted. She looked at Ingrid’s dainty fingers stroking the bottom of that foot and knew it had to make Donna suffer a lot. She also remembered hearing from Ingrid how she tortured Becky. She had mixed feelings about that one because Ingrid was her friend, and she had a big crush on Becky. She was happy that it was now Donna suffering, and she had to focus on that. She thought about Becky’s big, ticklish feet, and how Ingrid must have made her suffer. She shook her head, trying anything to stop thinking about Becky and just focus on the task at hand.
Ingrid continued to stroke her fingers over the foot. She was starting to have some trouble holding the foot still because the leg was still not tied and Donna was using all of her strength to pull away. She did notice the tenderness of the skin and knew she could really wreck this woman. She looked over at Diane and winked. “Hey, could you hold her ankle for me? She is getting too strong right now for me to really tickle her into insanity.” she asked.
“I sure can! You held her ass for me, I can help you torment her feet.” Diane responded. She then grabbed the right ankle with both hands and tried to hold the foot still. She could feel how hard she was trying to pull away and really had to hold onto it. She really wanted to see that foot get tickled senseless.
“Now foot, you are all mine!!” Ingrid said to the helpless upturned sole and then started to run the fingers on both hands up and down the sole. She made her fingertips pitter patter up and down that tender skin and saw how the toes curled very tightly, making a lot of wrinkles on the foot. She loved feeling how the skin rippled on her fingers. What she really loved was the horrific ticklish laughter coming from Donna. She finally found out just how ticklish the feet really were.
“MAKE IT STOP!!!!HAHAHAHAHA MAKE HER STOP!!!! HAHAHAHAHA I CAN’T STAND IT!!! HAHAHAHAHA FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY MAKE HAHAHAHAHAHHAA HER STOP!!!!” Donna screamed. This foot tickling was worse than she thought. Her body was so exhausted and sensitive that any touch on her was sure to drive her wild. She tried to yank her leg free, but it was being held firm. She moved her foot around, but those dainty fingers never left her foot. She looked at the ceiling and just laughed her head off. The sheer intensity of the ticklish feelings was getting to be too much for her. She felt her body convulsing from the ticklish feelings, and she prayed it would be over soon.
UP NEXT: Donna continues to suffer, and Marge senses betrayal
Ok fans, how did you like this chapter? Donna is going through a lot and the humiliation has to be very intense for her. She is learning real fast that her ways caused this. I also hope you realize that even though she is such a snob, she is also very human. I wonder if any of you will have sympathy for her. I can say that I truly enjoyed writing this scene, and this story still has so much more to go. I am excited presenting these chapters each week and by the time the saga is finished, I hope it is satisfactory for you overall. Thanks for all the support. I say it every week, and I truly mean it. No way in Hell do I write all of this without the support of all of you. Your comments are most welcomed and encouraged.
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