Ok fans, it is time for the next chapter! This is the halfway mark of this series and I hope you are having fun with it. Things will really start to get going as we build up to the epic conclusion of this series and Phase 4 of the Deputy's Universe saga. I am having fun with this, and I am still thinking of things for Phase 5. I really wanted this particular series to show sides of our favorite outlaw and when it is over, you will see all of her sides. Thank you for your continued support and enjoy this next chapter. As always, your comments are most encouraged and most welcomed!
PART 11
Marge was really delighted by what she was witnessing. Donna was in sheer agony, and she really loved it. She just looked at the helpless woman. She saw her naked breasts. She saw her stomach and her groin. She saw that shoe and stocking still covering the left foot. She saw Donna’s neck clearly since her head was up and looking at the ceiling. This was a very sweet moment for her. The tickle destruction of Donna Prescott was in full gear, and she couldn’t wait to tear an orgasm out of this woman to finish her off. “Poor Donna. Nowhere to hide. Nowhere to run. Just tickled. Over and over her sweet body. I love that you have ticklish feet. I bet we could tickle them all night and turn you into a zombie. Hehehe” she teased.
Ingrid was enjoying herself as her fingers zipped up and down the narrow sole. She moved her fingers towards the arch and circled them there. She wanted to touch every single inch of that skin and try to find the weakest ticklish spot on the foot. It was still unbelievable to her that she was tickling the foot of a woman everyone in the room despised. She could have tickled her before inside her home, but after tormenting Becky and Donna giving up the location of the jewelry so quickly, she had to leave. Now, she could torture the feet for as long as she wanted or until Marge stopped her. Her eyes went wide when the foot was shaking and twirling in Diane’s grasp. She wondered if they should tie Donna down, so the foot could be immobile. This was a very ticklish foot and torturing it would be a very good time. She saw those toes desperately curling, and the wrinkles on the sole becoming more pronounced as the foot was trying to defend itself.
Donna continued to scream in hysterics as she felt her foot being tormented. She tried to move her foot around as much as possible, but those fingers continued to tickle the bottom of her trapped foot. It was such a horrible feeling knowing that even though she escaped from it before, that same thief that tortured Becky right in front of her was now tickling her foot. They didn’t show her any mercy so far, and she panicked because she knew they were probably not going to show mercy now. She then squealed when the fingers made it to the ball of her sensitive foot and she felt something grabbing her toes, which held her foot still. She felt fingers moving very fast right in the center of the ball of her foot and it tickled. It tickled her a lot. She shut her eyes and even though she was laughing, she also had tears streaming down her face. The toe grabbing even tickled her a lot. She didn’t know what to do anymore. She begged as hard as she could, but they were all intent on torturing her. She started to break down emotionally and hoped that someone, anyone at this point would save her. The more her foot was tickled, the worse it seemed to get.
Marge looked at Donna suffering and she felt her nipples stiffening. She truly enjoyed watching her suffer. She loved the fact she was naked and helpless. She thought about what she wanted to do for the ultimate humiliation and once Ingrid got her fill of tickling the feet, she would tickle the still covered left foot, then go after the most personal spot on Donna’s body. She wanted to humiliate this woman completely and destroy her forever. She looked at the small nipples and saw how stiff they were. Watching Donna have a forced orgasm would definitely be a sight to see. “Ingrid, I don’t think you are tickling her foot hard enough. I thought you could do better. Hehehe” she playfully taunted her resident thief.
Ingrid grinned when she heard that challenge. She loved how Marge wanted to have Donna suffer. She accepted the challenge and looked at Donna’s helpless foot. The skin was creamy still and she wanted to see some pink skin, so she pressed her fingers into the flesh and raked her fingers from the heel, through the arch, and off the ball of the foot. She felt the foot struggling to get free, but with her holding the toes with her hand, and Diane holding the ankle, the foot was made helpless, and she continued to rake her fingers into the foot. She could see the pink lines forming and Donna’s horrific screaming really made her happy. She wanted to make sure this woman felt everything. She wanted her to suffer so much. She moved her fingers back into the arch and near the instep. From experience tickling the feet of her victims, the arch instep area was usually a great spot for sensitivity. She then started to flutter her fingers across the instep and felt that foot desperately trying to get itself free. “Hehehe Does this tickle, Donna? Does it? I can’t tell. Tell me or I will just keep tickling!” she demanded.
Donna felt those fingers pressing into her foot and it drove her wild. Every single nerve ending in her foot was being stimulated and it made her go into silent laughter. She couldn’t handle this kind of intensity. It was why she gave up the ruby. Her feet were always hyper-sensitive. She never wanted anyone to touch her feet because they were too sensitive, and she would lose her mind. She didn’t even want foot massages. That ticklish fear made her give up her father’s precious ruby and now she was getting tortured by the same woman that almost tickled her before. She heard what the thief was telling her, and she would literally tell her anything, but she could not speak. She was in silent laughter, and she couldn’t speak.
“Won’t answer me, huh? Well, I guess I just have to……TICKLE! Hahahahahaha” Ingrid yelled as she continued to tickle the arch and instep area. She made light traces on the instep, then moved her finger back to the ball of the foot. The foot was not moving as much, and she also knew Donna was in silent laughter. That made her extremely happy because the woman was truly in a space where the torture was most extreme. She then thought about the toes she was holding. She wondered just how sensitive they were. The woman she tickled earlier tonight had some really sensitive toes and now it was time to play with Donna’s. She let go of the toes and used her left hand to grip the top of the trapped foot. She saw those helpless long toes right there before her and she used the tip of her right index finger to stroke right on the undersides of those toes. The toes immediately started to react, and she heard that gasp, then another round of hysterical laughter. She loved how Donna’s voice returned between that break from tickling the foot, to shifting her hand position and going after the toes. She liked touching the pads of the toes and even though they were wiggling, they appeared to be tiring and were very vulnerable to her tickling attacks. “Hehehe she has ticklish toes y’all!” she laughed.
Rita was amazed at how ticklish Donna’s foot was. She had a feeling she was very ticklish before the potion, and now the potion was really amplifying everything. It was still weird seeing Donna suffering this much, and she wanted to maintain her anger towards her. This torture made her see Donna in a new light, however. Even though she was a bitch and irritated just about everyone in town, she was still human with feelings and sensitivities. Seeing her stripped naked and seeing how embarrassed and ashamed she was made her see Donna as another human being. She wondered just how much this woman could take. They were ruthlessly tickling her everywhere and even trying to get her to admit something that she probably wasn’t, which was a lesbian. She knew when this was all over, Donna would never be the same again.
Marge loved seeing the look of sheer agony on Donna’s face. She watched as she saw her tears falling and how her breasts were shaking as Ingrid tickled the foot. She loved seeing how much fun her dancers were having and wondered what the ladies hiding in the shadows were thinking. She hoped this would impress them, especially the blond assassin. She loved how the other slave Alice was tortured and wished she was here to witness that moment. Ingrid told her what they did to her, and it was impressive. What was really satisfying was knowing that Donna was going to be out of her life once and for all. Her eyes then looked down towards that left foot and figured it was time to torture that one. She wanted this honor. She wanted to touch this woman’s foot and drive her to insanity or at the minimum, total submission. She walked behind Donna’s frame and saw Ingrid tickling those sweet, long toes. She patted her on her back and smiled. “Ok, let her foot go. It is my turn to have some fun. Diane, can you grab her left foot and present it to me. I want to remove her shoe. Hehehe” she instructed.
“Gladly!” Diane shouted in excitement. She let go of the right ankle and then reached over and grabbed the left one. She lifted it up and noticed that Donna’s body started to sag. The right foot was back on the ground, but since Donna was so tired, she could barely stand on that right leg. She then looked at the upturned sole of the shoe and got excited knowing her boss was going to tickle the living nightmare out of it. “Here you go!” she smiled.
Marge looked at the upturned shoe and smiled. She tapped her fingertips together and licked her lips. She then reached her hands forward and placed them on the heel of the shoe. She started to tug on that heel, and it started to come off the foot. She heard that popping sound and soon, she saw the black stockinged covered heel. The shoe then slid down the length of the sole and with a quick tug, the shoe came off and now, that stockinged sole was exposed. She was excited because she knew that after being in that shoe for a while, the foot was going to be very warm and sensitive. She casually tossed the shoe over her shoulder and then reached towards the warm foot. She could feel it flinching already and it filled her body with lust and excitement. She then used her fingers like pincers and started to stretch the stocking and pull it apart. Soon, a hole appeared, and she smiled. She wanted to rip this stocking open and expose that foot. She saw the creamy skin of the sole and grinned. “Well, well, well. Look what we have here. Another ticklish foot to be played with! Donna? Oh, Donna? Ready for your foot to be tickled?” she asked teasingly.
Donna felt herself slumping and her arms were becoming strained. Her right leg could barely hold her up and when she felt her left shoe coming off, she started to cry again knowing her other foot was about to be tortured. She barely survived her right foot suffering, and now the torture was going to continue. She felt her stocking getting ripped open and the sound of it really unnerved her. The mental aspect of this torture really broke her, and she just kept crying. She heard Marge taunting her and that made her cry more. “Please… leave me alone. I can’t take this anymore. Please…..let me go. I am sorry, Marge. I am sorry….” she whimpered as the tears continued to fall.
“I am not going to let you go. You seem to forget you trollop, that you are going to be a sex slave. Your crying is wonderful, but I want to hear you scream again. Tell me, does this tickle?” Marge asked, then took the fingernail of her index finger and placed it right on the top of the heel and slowly dragged it down the length of the foot. She saw what Ingrid was doing, so she used one hand to hold the foot, while the other dragged a nail right down the foot. She liked how tender the flesh was and what really got her excited was that shrill laughter that came from the foot’s owner. She loved how loud Donna was wailing away as her nail tickled the foot. Ingrid had trimmed nails, but hers was longer, so she could really wreak havoc on this sensitive foot. She saw a pink line trailing the path of her nail and could feel that foot desperately trying to get itself free. When the nail hit the arch, she felt Donna’s entire body jumping up and down in ticklish agony. When it got to the center of the arch, she heard that banshee-like scream and she shivered. She loved how ticklish this foot was and wanted to torture this woman forever. The nail made it towards the top of the arch, and she kept hearing Donna in agonizing laughter. “I bet this really tickles. Hehehe” she teased.
Donna felt that nail on her arch and she couldn’t take it. The tickling of her right foot was bad, but with the nail on her foot, she could feel it tracing a cruel path on her tender, sensitive foot. She couldn’t even move her foot out of the way, and that troubled her. The feeling she had from the tickling of her arch made her body convulse and she didn’t know what else to do. She was surprised she still had a voice after all the screaming and laughing. She had never felt anything like this before and prayed it would end. She was tired, sad, and barely conscious after this entire ordeal. They were truly tickling her everywhere and also completely humiliating her. She figured she landed in Hell somewhere and there would be no escape.
Marge continued to tickle the foot she was holding with such joy in her heart. She loved the sounds Donna was making as her nail continued to touch that tender, sensitive foot. She now made circles on the ball of the foot with her nail and loved how much agony her prisoner was surely in. She liked how her nail sank into the flesh. She saw the skin turning a little pink and she wanted to just keep tormenting her. The nail then stopped and then did a zig zag motion across the ball of the foot and she heard another squeal coming from Donna. Then she started to get really excited. She looked at the rest of the sole and wondered what would happen once she dragged all her nails across that foot. She figured that she might as well not wait and placed her fingers in a claw like fashion, then took the tips of her nails and planted them on the hell. Then, she slowly dragged those nails down the length of the foot and truly loved the reaction. The foot did everything it could to get out of her grasp, but she did not let go. She heard that banshee-like scream again and it made her feel happy. “Hehehehe suffer. I want you to suffer….” she said in a calm voice.
La Diabla stood there in the shadows watching these women torment the helpless prisoner. She heard all the screaming and knew that woman had to be suffering. It appeared that the burlesque dancers really despised this woman and wanted to completely torture her. She knew what they felt like. She wanted to do that with Priscilla. She managed to torment the blond woman twice, but once again, somehow that woman managed to anger her. She wanted her to suffer just like the woman getting tickled right now. She saw how they were tickling the woman’s feet and wished she could do it to Priscilla before she ended her life. She didn’t get to tickle Priscilla’s feet the last time she tortured her because Darby was doing it. She looked to her left again and saw the blond assassin staring at the victim. She wanted to size her up in case she had to fight her. She wanted to figure out a way to get out from this assignment, find her mother, and wipe out Priscilla. She did not want to be part of a sex trafficking ring. She then heard one last scream, and she winced a little. The naked woman was screaming about her toes and that must have been where the torture went.
Marge loved hearing Donna screaming about her toes as her nails tickled the tender undersides of the digits. She loved how long the toes were. The undersides were very pale and very soft. She really enjoyed the fact that the toes did not crunch together, which meant that Donna was on the verge of a physical collapse. She loved it when her victims surrendered themselves. She moved her nails to the spaces between the toes and loved how the body was convulsing. She looked over and saw Ingrid staring at her with the biggest smile. She always adored that tiny woman and she giggled when she saw the thumbs up from her. “I am doing a good job?” she asked.
“Yes! I love it! Your nails are destroying her. Hehehehe Doesn’t she have some cute toes?” Ingrid asked. She was truly enjoying watching her boss tickle that helpless left foot. She noticed that Donna’s body was sagging even more, which meant she was physically spent. She knew that in that state, there was nothing that Donna could do for them to completely ravish her body. The woman was broken and because of who she was, it was a great moment for all of them.
“Yes, she does have some cute toes. She surprised me. I thought she was just an ugly bitch the entire time. Her mouth is foul, and her heart is black. But physically? She looks much better than I ever imagined. Her tits are perfect. She is in good shape. We can obviously tell her lungs are healthy, her ass is shapely, her feet delicate, and I am sure her pussy will be……amazing. Speaking of which, we should take a look at it. Let’s get her ready to become the ***** she was destined to be.” Marge said, then released the foot. She then stood up straight and saw how Diane let go of the ankle, so now her prisoner was on her two feet, but sagging her body. She wondered if Donna was experiencing soreness in her arms because she could barely stand and the arms were being stretched. She then headed to the front of the body and saw just how sweaty and exhausted she looked. She saw her head slumping and could hear those residual laughs but also those cries of agony. She lifted Donna’s head up and saw her very wet and red eyes and saw her sweaty her face was. Her hair was a mess and barely held up in its bun. That made her want to see what happens when her hair was completely loose. She reached towards the bun and removed the pin. The hair fell apart and now was loose and hanging down. The brown hair was pretty long, as it reached towards the spot between the shoulder blades. The hair was sweaty, and Donna looked like she was in ruins. “Hehehe so good to see you like this. Such a mess. You have suffered, but guess what? I am going to make you feel good…..” she told her.
Donna felt herself breathing heavily and her body ached. She still felt tingles all over her body and she also noticed her lust was also still flowing. She wished she could just pass out. She felt the strain on her arms and her legs were very weak. She felt her hair coming loose and now she was in her natural state. She felt her head being lifted and saw that look of a victor staring at her. If Marge’s goal was to make her truly suffer and regret her actions, she accomplished that. All she wanted to do was to be free and go home. “Please Marge…..I don’t want this anymore…..please….you have to let me go.” she whimpered.
“You are never being let go, so you might as well stop telling me that. Hey, it is time for you to lay down and feel good.” Marge told her. She then looked at her dancers and motioned her hand to set Donna free. The plan was to move her to the nearby table and tie her down. It was time to truly finish Donna off and send her into a new life of misery. She watched as they held up the body, then managed to get the arms free. She saw Donna slumping in Rita and Diane’s arms. She watched as Ingrid lifted up the feet, and they were headed over to the table. She felt a pep in her step because ruining Donna’s life was such a joy. She started to rub her hands as her dancers put Donna on that table and then loved it when they spread her legs very wide and tied the ankles down. She saw the exposed pussy and she licked her lips. She could see the pink center and admired the look. It still blew her mind that Donna had such a nice body. It would definitely fetch a high price for her and her business partners. Marge saw the hands being tied down and now Donna was completely vulnerable. Her pussy was completely exposed, and she knew this was truly going to break this woman’s spirit forever. “Hehehe comfortable? I can see your pussy now. It is a BEAUTIFUL pussy too.” she teased.
Donna felt great shame when she heard Marge talking about her most special place. She felt so helpless when the others got her free from her position hanging and carried her over to the table. She did not resist when they opened her legs and tied her down. She was so mentally fragile at the moment, and her body was exhausted. Now, she knew her very center of her body’s being was open for display and anyone could see her privacy. That broke her heart, and she started to cry. “Why? Why do you sob keep doing this to me?” she cried.
“Because you deserve it. Now, time for us to get you ready. Ladies, I think it is time to shave her. That’s what this Priscilla Montenegro wants. She wants all of her sex slaves to have shaved pussies. Let’s get to it.” Marge commanded. She then watched as Ingrid went back into the shadows of the room. She smiled when she saw her come back out with a bowl of shaving cream and a razor. She walked over to Donna’s face and smiled. “If I were you, I would hold perfectly still.” she told her.
Donna began to cry harder when she heard what was about to happen. They were going to shave off her pubic hair, which would completely expose her vagina. She felt the clump of cream hitting her pubic area and she winced. She was still so very sensitive to touch and then felt the cream being massaged into her hair. She thought she had reached the most humiliating moment of her life when the hole in her ass was tickled, but this one was definitely much worse. She felt that massage and knew she was doomed. She just let herself cry. There was nothing else she could do, and her emotions were crushed.
Rita watched as Ingrid massaged the shaving cream into that pubic hair. She did think it was a little erotic but that crying started to bother her. She saw Donna at her absolute worst moment of her life. The sound of that crying was that of someone who was broken and humiliated. She despised Donna a lot. But she started to feel a little sorry for her at the moment. It just seemed a little sad that this proud woman was now reduced to a crying, ticklish, and embarrassed woman who was physically, emotionally and mentally destroyed. She watched as Ingrid started to shave the pubic hairs off and that was enjoyable. She heard those cries again and now she felt conflicted. There was something very sad about those cries. They were the cries of a destroyed woman. She heard the constant questions of “why?” coming from her and she felt a little bad for her. She knew if this happened to her, she would also be quite destroyed. Rita thought about Donna’s fate. The woman was annoying and arrogant, but her fate was still sad. It was bad when Alice the innocent 18-year-old she helped break was being prepared to a life of sex slavery. Now, it was bad that Donna was going to meet the same fate. She knew she couldn’t stop this from happening and she was also surprised she had some empathy from the woman who made their lives much harder.
“There!!! Her pussy is clean as a whistle! Hehee” Ingrid said with enthusiasm. It was such a great moment to shave Donna. After watching Sylvia do that to Phoebe Wellington and Alice, she wanted to make sure she did a great job as well. She liked how the cream came off the body, filled with those brown pubic hairs. Once she finished with the razor, she wiped the area clean with a moist towel. She saw the completely naked pussy and she wondered what Marge was going to do to it.
Marge looked at the naked pussy and smiled. She loved how clean and smooth the groin looked and it was time to play with that vagina. She heard those cries from Donna and felt that they were pathetic. She had earned this treatment, and it was time to perform the ultimate humiliation. “Ok ladies, it is pussy time! Hehehe Can I have a feather please?” she asked.
Diane heard that instruction and handed the feather she used on the ass to Marge. She was really excited to see some pussy play and hope to see Donna with a huge orgasm forced out of her body. “Here you go. Make that pussy of hers suffer.” she said.
Marge held up the feather and smiled. She twirled it a little between her thumb and index finger and looked at the helpless and exposed mound. She got closer to the area and then took the tip of the feather and gently stroked it where the pubic hair once was. She loved how the entire groin area moved around and that made her smile. It appeared that the potion was still in effect and torturing the pussy was going to be a lot of fun. She stroked it again in that area and she saw the pussy really moving around. “heheheeh see how she reacted? I think Donna Prescott has a………ticklish pussy. Hehehe. Does this tickle?” she teased.
Donna felt that feather touching her groin area, and it tickled a lot more than she ever thought Her body was so responsive to touch that anything would probably tickle her at this point. She still felt horrible that her womanhood was exposed and she couldn’t do anything to stop Marge from tickling her there. She never knew her vagina could be ticklish, and her fear skyrocketed again. “PLEASE!!!! DON’T FEATHER ME THERE!!!!” she begged.
Marge smiled as she swiped the feather all over the groin area. She loved how the fronds would slide against that pale smooth skin. She saw the body twisting and moving around. She loved the reaction Donna was giving her. She was delighted that this area was quite sensitive and tickling Donna here would be a fun thing to do, as well as torture the woman. She could see those pussy lips helplessly awaiting their torment. She wondered how long it would take to make her prisoner cum. For someone like Donna, having an orgasm forced from her body would be the ultimate humiliation. “Hehehehe admit it! You like this feather tickling you there. I know it feels good. It is ok for you to admit it.” she taunted.
“NO PLEASE!!!! DON’T FEATHER ME THERE!!! PLEASE!!!!” Donna screamed as the feather continued to tease her there. She felt the ticklish sensations increasing and she did not want to laugh. Her throat was sore already, and her lungs were burning. She felt very emotional because her privates were very exposed and all these women were leering at her. She wanted to cover her face as she felt very ashamed, but she was still helplessly tied down. The feather started to get closer to her most private spot and it really started to tickle. These women were finding spots on her body that she never knew tickled. Her breasts, ass and pussy were all being tickled and it stunned her. She felt emotional because they just would not stop. “Hehehehehe STOP!!! THAT TICKLES!!!! Marge!!! Hehehe Marge!!!! What do you want me to do to hehehehe stop you tickling me there?!” she begged.
Marge paused her feather teasing and mulled Donna’s words. She knew this was the last gasp from her victim and she wanted to truly break her heart. A thought came to her mind and knew that once she told Donna, the arrogant woman would surely break. She waved her feather in the air and looked right at that terrified face. “What do I want you to do to stop me from tickling that sweet looking pussy of yours? How about this? I will stop teasing you if you eat MY pussy! That’s right. I want that big mouth of yours on my pussy and you eat me until I cum all over your face. Sounds good?” she told her.
Donna’s eyes bugged out of her head when she heard the offer. She was stunned and her breath left her body. The thought of performing oral sex on another woman blew her mind away because she would never engage in anything like that. Hearing that offer broke her heart. They wanted to torture her. They wanted to break her. They wanted to humiliate her in the worst kind of way. Tears filled her eyes as she realized her fate was sealed. “Marge…..you sob can’t mean that. Please….not that.” she started to cry.
“Someone’s pussy will be creamed right now. It is either mine, or yours. I guess you made your choice. Let’s get you creamy. Hehehehe” Marge told her. She heard that emotion in her voice and knew she really got into her soul. She started to move her feather towards that helpless mound, and it was time to finish Donna off. She looked at Diane and Ingrid and smiled. “Hey, I want you two to tickle her feet while I tickle her pussy. Rita, feather her breasts please. Time to break her once and for all.” she instructed.
Ingrid nearly leapt towards the helpless right foot when she heard that instruction. It was time to finally push Donna over the edge and break her completely. She saw that long narrow foot and licked her lips. She heard that soft crying and wanted to keep tormenting this woman. She looked at the helpless face and winked. “Hehehehe there is no escape! I am going to tickle your feet until you squirt your juices! Hahahaha” she told her with an evil laugh.
Diane walked towards the left foot and wiggled her fingers. She really liked Marge’s idea where they would all join together to finish Donna. The woman they despised was finally getting hers and it was such a soothing feeling for her. She placed her hands on the helpless left foot and felt how soft it was. She felt it trembling in her grasp and couldn’t wait to get started. “Yeah, it is time we tickle her so bad, she will never forget this moment for the rest of her life. Hehehe” she giggled.
Rita heard the instructions and knew she had to get a feather. She walked away from the table area and back into the shadows. She saw how La Diabla, Sylvia, Pilar and Maria were standing there in awe, and it made her smile. She went over to a table that was against the wall and found another feather. She chose a fluffy red one that was perfect for tickling nipples. She headed out of the shadows and back to the table. She was now by Donna’s head and saw those naked breasts quivering. She then looked at the face and she paused. She could see the look of pure sadness on that face. The tears were flowing freely, and the face was flushed. She heard that crying and for some reason, it started to affect her. She tried to fight off her empathetic feelings before, but there was just something about Donna crying right now that tugged at her heart. She knew this woman was truly going through the worst nightmare she ever experienced. She knew how “prim and proper” Donna was and to be naked and exposed like she was had to be terrible. She knew that to be forced to orgasm was one of the most embarrassing things that could happen to someone. The sadness of her eyes started to make her wonder if they were going too far. She took a deep breath and tried to focus on her job. Rita hated Donna, but she still felt a little bad for the woman who was obviously a broken human being at this point. She looked over at her peers and they were ready to push this woman into hysteria. She then started to stroke the feather against the nipples and saw the body immediately reacting. “She is done for….” she thought to herself.
Marge saw the feathering of the nipples and then she saw both Ingrid and Diane starting their foot tickling attack. Her eyes went back to that helpless shaven pussy, and she stroked the feather against it. She heard that hissing sound, mixed with giggles and knew she touched a very responsive spot. She started to flutter the feather against the mound and the hips started to grind. Now the laughter started to increase, and she feathered a little faster. “hehehe look who has a ticklish pussy! Hehehe Donna Prescott has a TICKLISH PUSSY!!!” she shouted so that Donna could hear her.
Donna started to laugh harder as she felt those fingers on her feet. Her worst ticklish spot was being touched, and she also felt the soft touch of feathers on her nipples and on her womanhood. The conflicting feelings were making her mind spin because she didn’t know what to do. The tickling was very strong, and she just let her laughter flow. The nipple feathering and pussy feathering were making her very aroused, and she wanted to moan, but kept laughing. She had no idea what to think or feel at this moment. They ignored her and she screamed for her life. “HAHAHAHAHAHA HELP MEEEEEEEEE!!! SOMEBODY HAHAHAHAHAHAHA HELP MEEEEEE!!!” she screamed.
“There is NO ONE that will help you bitch!!! You deserve this! You are going to cum for me whether you like it or not. You are mine you tramp! Your body is no longer yours. IT BELONGS TO ME!!! Until I sell you….” Marge yelled back. She wanted to make Donna feel completely hopeless. She wanted to crush every single ounce of dignity and free will out of her. She felt her anger rising again remembered how often this same woman made her days miserable. Now, she was letting it all out and wanted to make this moment hers. “Hey, stop tickling her. I want this. I want to break her once and for all. I want her pussy to realize I own it.” she instructed.
Rita heard the orders and moved her feather away. She could tell by the tone of Marge’s voice that she wanted to destroy this woman. Once the tickling of the feet stopped, she looked at Donna’s face. It was drenched in sweat, and she was even drooling her saliva out. Her hair was a mess, and her eyes were very red. She started to sound like a wounded animal awaiting death with those whining sounds. She heard the crying and now she really started to feel some sympathy. She knew Donna deserved some retribution, but now it seemed like Marge was trying to completely destroy her. She kept staring at that face and how hopeless it looked. “I can’t believe I feel bad for her.” she thought to herself.
Donna felt the feathering of her nipples stopping and the hands were off her feet. She laid there completely spent. Her body was on fire as every single nerve ending was tingling. Her nipples were very hard, and she felt that liquid lust between her legs. Her mind was racing, trying to comprehend why Marge had to be so cruel to her. She kind of understood why they didn’t like her, but she wondered why they had to go to this extreme. Her feelings were shattered, and she felt completely hopeless. Then she felt that feather sliding against her pussy again. The way the feather slid between the labia set off a sexual fire within her. That made her feel even worse because they were going to force her to feel sexual feelings. She looked at Marge and wanted to beg her one last time not to do this to her body. “Marge…please….find it within your…heart to….leave me alone. I am sorry. I….I want the torture to stop. Please Marge…..Please…sob I really can’t sob take it anymore…..” she whimpered as her tears started to flow again.
“Does it look like I care? You deserve this, you bitch. I told you I was going to break you and once I do, your life is over. You will never see your family again. You will never see anyone in Plotsville again. You deserve to suffer. You truly are evil, and I am going to make you regret EVER bothering me and my establishment. Now, give me your orgasm. I want your orgasm. GIVE IT TO ME YOU *****!” Marge yelled, then resumed the feathering. She could feel her emotions turning into rage as she just wanted to punish this woman. This was far worse than any victim she played with, but this was no ordinary victim. This was the town nuisance, and she wanted to make sure she never bothered anyone ever again. She slid the feather faster on the pussy and she saw the hips grinding. Whether Donna wanted it or not, she knew her body was done for, and she wanted that prize. She moved the feather faster and the laughter started to return. The crying did not bother her at all, and she loved that laughter coming. “That’s right. Laugh for me.” she taunted.
Donna heard those cruel words towards her, and it smashed her heart. There would be no mercy. There would be no forgiveness. She was going to be tortured, and no one was coming to save her. The thought of never seeing her family again crushed her. The thought of her being some sexual toy crushed her. She closed her eyes and just surrendered herself. Her heart was broken and now she knew her life was never going to be the same again. She resisted struggling and just let herself go from heartbreak. The feather was touching her vagina and now the sexual feelings were building up. It felt amazing but her mind was depressed. The feather was stimulating all of her sexual feelings, and she didn’t want to fight anymore. She just wanted this to all end and just give Marge what she wanted and prayed it would be all over. She groaned when she felt her pussy lips being spread opened, then gasped when she felt the feather’s fronds now stroking her pink insides. Her body absolutely loved that feeling and she continued to give herself up.
Marge loved feathering the pussy. She wanted to send as many ticklish feelings as possible throughout the groin area. She could hear Donna moaning and giggling at the same time. She noticed that her prisoner was no longer wiggling around. It appeared that she just let herself go and she felt happy. She felt very pleased that Donna appeared to be giving up. That meant she could tear an orgasm out of this woman and conquer her. She had used her fingers to open the pussy up and really enjoyed looking at the delicate pink interior of the pussy. She slowed the feather sawing down and now focused on the clit. She could see that clit hiding in its hood, and it was time to play with it. She slowly fluttered the feather off that button, and she saw the pussy flinching. She amused herself by thinking that no person, man or woman, ever did this to Donna. She was probably experiencing this kind of pleasure for the first time in her life. Marge even considered using her tongue to taste Donna but decided against it. She just wanted to tear the orgasm out, not make Donna fall in love with her because of her tongue skills. She started to slide the feather a little harder on that clit, trying everything she could to send this woman into a sexual frenzy. “I bet this feels really good. Let it out, you miserable bitch. Give it to me. You are all……mine.” she whispered.
Donna was in agony within her mind. The feathering felt incredibly good since she never experienced this type of pleasure before. When she did have sex with a man, he just stuck his member inside and when he was done, it was over. It felt nice, but she felt something missing. She figured that was just how sex went and that was it. Even though she truly hated being in this position, her body loved the sensations at the moment. The feather on her most private spot tickled her, but it also sent incredible sensations throughout her entire body. Sensations that felt powerful and so pleasurable. The way the feather was sliding against her clit really sent her into a sexual frenzy and her sexual instincts took over. It was a very surreal feeling for her. She hated being dominated and her mind was in anguish. Her heart was broken, and she felt so submissive. The sexual tension continued to build, and she opened her eyes. She saw Rita looking back at her and she felt shame again. She closed her eyes again and just continued to endure the feather tickling on her clit.
Rita saw the look Donna gave her, and she felt bad for her. It was a look of surrender and knew it was about to be over for her. She looked at Marge feathering the clit and she always loved the precision of it all. Marge knew her way around a woman’s body and knew Donna didn’t stand a chance. She was going to have an orgasm period. She looked at her fellow dancers and they seemed so happy. She knew she should feel happy too, but it was kind of sad to see another woman suffering like this and becoming a sex slave. She remembered the look on Alice’s face when she was broken, and it was something she would never forget. She then heard that loud moaning and knew the orgasm was imminent.
Donna let out a very loud moan as her body reacted to the consistent feathering of her clit. She was definitely losing the battle and her body craved release. After the ordeal it had gone through, her body loved this pleasure. It craved it and wanted to explode. As she felt the feather swirling and teasing her clit, she started to feel something she never felt before. The pangs of an orgasm had started. She had masturbated herself in private before but never felt an orgasm from another person. She did not have an orgasm in the one sexual encounter she had with that guy, and now it was about to happen. She started to curl her toes, and she could not stop her body from enjoying the moment. Her mind forgot about the hell she had been through and just wanted to feel that orgasm happen. The tidal wave of emotion and sexual pleasure started to crest and with the strong feathering it, it finally pushed her over the edge and into orgasmic bliss. “OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM” she moaned loudly as the orgasm crashed through her body.
Marge smiled when she heard that loud moan coming from Donna. She could tell she just had a big orgasm, and she felt a sense of pride. She had just ripped an orgasm out of this woman and had sexually conquered her. She wanted to shout in joy. She wanted to let out of her own emotions because destroying Donna was one of the sweetest moments she ever experienced in life. She broke the woman. She conquered the woman. Donna was never going to be the same and she felt like her revenge was fulfilled. She heard the soft mewling of her prisoner, and it was time to rub it in. She moved herself towards Donna’s head and saw that look of sheer erotic pleasure on it. She saw how messy her face looked, and it was a sweet moment. She then felt the urge to celebrate. She felt the urge to ruin this woman’s life. She got her face close to Donna’s and waited for her to open her eyes. Once she did, she grinned. “Good job!!! You just creamed yourself! Hehehehe Looks like Donna Prescott had an orgasm. Hehehe YOU ARE A BITCH! YOU ARE A *****! Hahahahaha” she laughed.
Donna heard those words yelled at her and she got really emotional. She realized that Marge had made her cum, and she couldn’t stop it. She felt terrible about it because another woman forced her body to do something she would have never allowed before. Her heart was aching and now that she orgasmed in front of everyone. Her emotions started to take over and she was devastated. “Leave me alone. sob how could you do that to me? sob how could you be so cruel?” she cried.
“YOU ARE A *****!!! A FILTHY *****!!! I should have known! I think that is why you were always berating us. You wanted to be the town *****! You thought we were trying to take the job of who you really are. A TRAMP! A *****! A SNIVELING PATHETIC BITCH!!!! YOU DESERVE THIS, *****!!!!” Marge yelled as loudly as she could. She heard Donna crying and it fueled her rage. She wanted to just keep tearing into her. She wanted no mercy towards this woman. She wanted to ruin her life forever and let it all hang out.
“Leave me alone…..leave me alone…..” Donna cried as she heard those cruel words yelled at her. She felt so helpless and weak. She knew Marge hated her and the constant insults truly got deep into her soul. She wished she could just crawl into a hole and never be seen again. The more Marge yelled at her, the worse her cries became. She knew she would never be the same again.
Rita heard Marge yelling at Donna and she understood why. Marge was the angriest towards the woman because of how she affected the business. She also knew it was very personal. Marge was very protective of her girls and Donna had really upset everyone. She could hear the yelling, and she heard the hysterical cries. Donna was no longer that nasty, arrogant, snobby woman. She was a crying wreck of a woman, and her life was never going to be the same again. The sounds of that crying really struck her heartstrings. She was no longer a threat. She was now a helpless victim, destined for a life of absolute misery as a sex slave to someone else. She went over to Marge and started to pull her away. The scene was getting very sad, and she had to pull her boss away. “Hey, I think she is finished. Come on, we won.” she told her.
Marge was stunned that she was being pulled away by Rita. She looked at her top dancer with shock and surprise. “Why are you pulling me away? I am not done tormenting that bitch!” she demanded.
“Marge, listen to her. She has had enough. You broke her. She will never be the same again. Just relax and enjoy the moment.” Rita said in a soothing voice. She heard that very sad and hysterical crying and just wanted to end this entire scene. That crying really bothered her and it was time for them to move on.
“You want to show that ***** mercy? Rita! She has been a major pain in our asses since we first saw her. I broke the bitch, but I want her to keep suffering! SHE DESERVES IT!!!” Marge yelled. She heard Donna’s cries, and she felt energized by it. She just wanted to keep pouring it on, and now her dancer was trying to take that away from her. She started to get angry about it. “Rita!!! Let me finish her forever! I want to tear another orgasm out of her!!! She deserves to be in Hell!!” she yelled.
“Marge, stop it! it’s over! Come on, she has had enough! She is done for and never will be a problem for us ever again.” Rita said, trying to calm her boss down. She managed to push Marge far enough away from Donna’s tied body and hoped she would calm down. She then saw Sylvia come into the light and she was applauding.
“That was GREAT!!! Hahahaha You ladies destroyed that bitch! Listen to her! She is so pathetic. Yeah, she is definitely done for. Hehehe” Sylvia grinned. She really enjoyed the energy behind the torture. She knew this was more personal than business and was happy to see how Marge wanted to keep torturing Donna. She did agree that they needed to end the scene and get Donna over into her new quarters. She went up to Marge and put a hand on her shoulder. “You did great. That bitch is done for. I think she is the most broken of all the women we have so far. Let’s not overdo it. The clients that would be interested in purchasing her do not want an overly emotional woman. So, this is a good stopping point.” she told her.
“Yes, listen to her. We got her. We got her good. Come on, let’s go celebrate while they toss her away. It is ok, Marge.” Rita said in a calm voice. She was happy that Sylvia had sided with her to calm her boss down. She then saw the rest of the ladies coming out of the shadows and they were all happy.
“Hehehe yes, let’s go have a drink to our success! I think we deserve it. I will have Pilar and Maria take that mess of a woman to her holding cell and we will enjoy the rest of the night. Tomorrow, we are hunting for more victims. Ladies, this is the beginning of a very lucrative business!” Sylvia said, then started to head out of the room. She loved what she witnessed and couldn’t wait to send a message to Priscilla that she could start to plan the auction soon.
La Diabla witnessed the entire destruction of Donna and had mixed feelings. She didn’t know the woman or didn’t care for her, but she also felt bad for her because of her pending fate. She wished she was not at this location, but she had to do what she had to do. She was happy she didn’t have to provide any care for the slaves. She was just going to be an enforcer and make sure the slaves were in check. She wondered if she would have to torture any of the new ones coming in. She prayed that she wouldn’t have to but had to be ready for it. She saw a grinning Sylvia and wondered what she had in mind. “What am I supposed to do now?” she asked.
“Just celebrate with us. That woman is definitely finished. Tomorrow, we will plot out your assignments and get ready. There is a festival coming soon in Plotsville, which will give us plenty of opportunities for more victims. Besides, there is one special victim that I want, and I think you will enjoy it as well. Hahaha” Sylvia told her. She couldn’t wait until she captured Deputy Darby and tortured her. Now that Marge had set the bar, she had to be better. She wanted to make Darby more miserable than Donna. She also figured that when she finally tortures her, she will have La Diabla help her. That would be the ultimate revenge against both of them for defeating her bounty hunter friends. She walked out of the room and got ready for some fun with the others. This was a very successful day, and she wanted to enjoy the spoils of victory!
Marge was headed to the dining area with everyone else when she saw her bouncer Karla approaching her. She saw the smile on Karla’s face and that made her smile. She was still trying to savor the destruction of Donna Prescott, and her adrenaline was still flowing. She did have one thought in her mind, which was why did Rita want her to stop tormenting Donna. She wondered if her best dancer had sympathy for the woman; they all were supposed to despise. She looked at Karla and then gave her a gentle pat on the shoulder. “Hello, my friend. What a night this is!” she said with a gleam in her eye.
“Yes, I heard all the screaming. Hahaha we should have known that with her big mouth, she was definitely going to be screaming very loud. So, you wrecked her?” Karla asked. She was watching the other sex slaves, Alice and Rocio, while everyone else watched Donna suffer. She could hear those screams throughout the building and knew that woman had to be suffering. She saw the looks on both Rocio’s and Alice’s faces when it was happening. They appeared to be petrified and that was such a great sight to see.
“Oh yes! We destroyed her! She is a broken mess forever now. I can’t wait for her to be sold. Hehehe” Marge responded. She felt energized but couldn’t get the thought out of her head. She knew she shouldn’t be thinking that certain way, but it was odd to her. “Everyone had a good time, but…..well, never mind.” she said.
“What? What happened?” Karla asked. She could tell something was on Marge’s mind and was curious.
“It is probably nothing. I was screaming at Donna, calling her who she truly is, such as a ***** and a bitch. It was strange that Rita stopped me. She told me that Donna had enough, and we can leave. It just makes me wonder…..you know. It makes me wonder if she felt sorry for that bitch.” Marge said. She liked to confide sometimes with her bouncer and hoped that she was just imagining things. She remembered Rita’s demeanor at times, and she didn’t seem as ruthless as Ingrid or Diane.
“Really? Eh, I wouldn’t worry about it. It is probably nothing. She was probably trying to pull you off because you were like a rabid dog. Hehehehe” Karla tried to explain. She knew Rita very well and knew she was a caring person. She figured it was to stop Marge from going overboard with the victim.
“Even so, it was still weird. I love Rita. I really do. But sometimes she has a heart for these people. I know I am just being paranoid, but can you keep an eye out on her? Don’t spy on her but just pay attention to her. See if there is something different about her. This business deal is too important for us to not be committed to it. If we are ever caught, we go to prison, and I really don’t want to go to prison.” Marge instructed. She knew the pressure they were all under and everything had to go perfect. She could not take any chances and had to make sure everyone was on board with this venture.
“Sure, I will pay attention to her. I know you are being paranoid, but I will do it. hahahaha” Karla giggled. She understood why Marge was feeling this way. This was something much larger than what their normal criminal enterprise was committing. She understood the stakes and until the slaves were sold, they were all going to be very tense.
“Thank you, my friend. Now, let’s go have some drinks with the others. We have a lot to celebrate. Donna Prescott will no longer be a town nuisance. She will simply have her holes filled every single day. That wretched bitch deserves it!” Marge said with a huge smile on her face. She walked into the room where the others were, and she was handed a glass of champagne. It was truly a good night, and they were on their way to riches!
THE NEXT MORNING
Darby walked into the Sheriff’s station preparing for her shift. She had a good night’s rest and was ready to tackle this day. She was still assisting Sheriff Dickerson with security measures for the large festival, and they were almost done with that. She still wanted to figure out who the thief was that was going around tickling women into giving up their precious valuables as well. She went into her office and hung her white cowboy hat on the rack, then sat down. She took a moment to stretch and then opened up her stack of papers to begin working. She heard a knock on the door and smiled when she saw who it was. She motioned her hand for the person to come in and made a small wave. “Hello, Becky! Good morning to you!” she said.
“Good mornin’ to ya too, Darby! I had a good night’s rest, and I am ready to tackle the day!” Becky said with a smile. She was still reeling from her recent failures and how Donna treated her, but she wanted to tackle this day and make it positive. She had been hurting mentally and emotionally but was determined to try and fight through it. She wanted to succeed desperately and had to focus. She did not want to lose her job, so she had to make sure she did everything perfectly.
“I am glad to hear that. Today is a busy day, and I know you will be working so hard.” Darby responded. She then looked at the top piece of paper on her stack and sighed. It was her notes about the Tickling Thief. That thief had caused so much havoc, and she wanted to find out who it was. She still had a feeling the burlesque show was a part of the pattern, she just didn’t know how. She remembered going to the show and asking around, but didn’t get much. That night was still strange for her because she remembered going to the showroom, but didn’t remember leaving for the night. Her mind was cleared from the brain fog she was experiencing but just could not remember anything. “I hope today we can figure out who this thief is. We got a big festival coming up and I don’t want women there to be worried about some maniac going around breaking into their homes and torturing them. Besides, after all the noise Donna Prescott has made about it, we HAVE to arrest this person.” she told her.
“Yeah, we really do. Donna……” Becky started to say, then all those emotions she had because of Donna screaming at her started to come out. She took a moment to breathe and tried to focus. She was determined to have a good day and didn’t want to ruin Darby’s. “….makes a lot of noise about that. I want to find the Ticklin’ Thief so badly. Maybe then Donna will like me. I-I don’t wanna be……” she said again, feeling her emotions.
Darby heard the emotion in Becky’s voice and felt bad for her apprentice. She knew what was bothering Becky and that made her want to find the thief as well. She remembered the last encounter she had with Donna and had to put that woman in her place. “Becky, try not to think about her. She is just not a nice person, and you shouldn’t have to worry about what she said. I know how great you are, and more importantly, so does the Sheriff. So, come on, let’s focus on finding this thief. You find this person and you will be the town hero.” she told her.
“Thank ya, Darby for believin’ in me. I will do whatever it takes to find her! Maybe then, Donna will leave me alone.” Becky responded. She loved Darby for constantly encouraging her. She wanted to make the deputy proud and solve this case. It also made her think about Rita. The burlesque dancer also defended her in front of the arrogant woman and that made her heart flutter a little. She hoped she could run into Rita sometime today because being around her made her feel special and she had a crush on her. She thought about her throughout the night and wondered if she was falling in love with her.
“She will. Now, can you get me some coffee and then we can get started?” Darby requested. She felt an urgent need to find this thief. She wanted it for the town, but also for Becky. She watched Becky leave her office and she poured over her notes. She also saw notes about other crimes, and she was concerned about the upcoming festival. Plotsville needed a great event to take place because of all the tension with the rising crime. Tempers were flaring and women were afraid that someone was going around stealing from them. She shook her head, and then she heard a knock on her door. She figured it was Becky, and motioned her hand to let her come back in. “Come in, Beckly.” she said.
“It’s not Becky, Deputy Darby. It is me, George. Good morning to you!” Deputy George said, then tipped his hat.
Darby looked up and smiled. Her favorite deputy was at her door, and she felt happy. She and George had gone back years, and she always loved working with him. “Good morning, George! Always good to see you!” she responded.
“Thank you, Darby! I am always happy to see you. Oh, I wanted to let you know that you and Sheriff Dickerson have a visitor. A woman entered the station and requested to speak with you and the Sheriff. She is dressed in a military style uniform. She said her name is Rosa Mendoza. Do you know her?” George asked.
“Rosa Mendoza? That doesn’t sound familiar. Hmmmm, let me go check this out.” Darby said, then stood up from her chair. She grabbed her hat and then followed George out of her office. She walked into the waiting area of the station and saw a woman standing there. She was dressed in a military uniform of sorts. She was wearing a sombrero and was very pretty. She had no idea who she was and walked up to her. “Hello, Rosa? I am Deputy Darby Reeves! You are looking for me?” she asked.
Rosa looked at Darby and smiled. She felt excited because she finally made it to the Sheriff’s station. When she left Mexico, she was focused on coming to this town. Ever since that homeless woman told her that someone was kidnapped and brought to the US by La Diabla, she was determined to find the outlaw and bring her to justice. When she heard it would be near Plotsville, she researched newspapers about the town and discovered that La Diabla once terrorized this same town years ago. The outlaw was defeated by Darby and sent to jail, only to escape and was never seen again. She felt confident that the outlaw was returning to the town, perhaps to get revenge. She read up on Darby and was in awe. The deputy was very heroic and saved the town but also broke up a sex trafficking ring in Santa Selena, California and also defeated a Greek bounty hunter team in Ciudad Del Reina. The more she read about her, the more impressed she was. Now that La Diabla had kidnapped potentially two people, a woman named Rocio, but also a woman named Isabel, she had to find her and arrest her. She hoped that Darby and her Sheriff could assist her and finally bring an end to the reign of terror of La Diabla. It was a long trip to this town, but worth it. “Nice to meet you, Deputy Darby. I heard so many great things about you. It is an honor to meet you and could use your help.” she told her with a smile, then started to explain the purpose of her visit.
Darby was shocked when she heard that this woman requested her help in her quest to arrest La Diabla. She was confused that the outlaw would kidnap someone and bring them close to Plotsville. She knew that the outlaw didn’t want to be near the town for fear of being recognized and then arrested. She started to think that the woman may have misspoken. “You said La Diabla kidnapped some women and came to Plotsville?” she asked.
“Yes! I am hot on her trail and knowing that such a famous deputy as yourself is near her, I could really use your help! Can we speak to your Sheriff?” Rosa asked. She was feeling confident that with the help of Sheriff Dickerson and Deputy Darby Reeves, she could finally capture the wanted outlaw and bring her to justice.
“Um, sure. Follow me.” Darby told her with a half-smile. She was still trying to figure out if this woman really saw the woman she loved dearly. It didn’t seem like La Diabla would do such a thing. She had just seen her a few days ago and there was no indication that she would get involved in a crime spree and kidnap a woman to bring back to this town. It was surely some kind of misunderstanding, and this woman might have heard wrong. She arrived at Sheriff Dickerson’s office and knocked on the door. “Sheriff? Mind if I come in?” she asked.
“Yes, come in Darby.” Sheriff Dickerson said and motioned his hand for his favorite deputy to enter. He saw a pretty woman standing next to her and she had what appeared to be a Mexican Rurales uniform on. He wondered what this was about and leaned back in his chair. “I see you have company. You are?” he asked as he looked at Rosa.
“Hello Sheriff Dickerson! I am Rosa Mendoza, member of the Mexican Rurales. It is an honor to meet you and Deputy Darby Reeves. I want to see if you both can help me.” Rosa said, introducing herself. She extended her hand and shook Sheriff Dickerson’s hand.
“Sure, have a seat. Nice to meet you, Rosa.” Sheriff Dickerson replied with a smile and motioned his hand for both Darby and Rosa to have a seat. He saw a confused look on Darby’s face and a very eager look on Rosa’s. He was really intrigued and smiled. “How can we help you?” he asked.
“Well, like I told Darby a few moments ago, I am on the trail of a vile criminal. I am looking for La Diabla. She kidnapped a woman in Mexico and brought her here. I need to find her so we can rescue the woman and arrest her. I learned that she would be near or in Plotsville, and when I read about the two of you and your confrontations with her before, I just had to meet you and ask for your help. We need to stop her once and for all!” Rosa explained. She was getting excited because if La Diabla was nearby, she probably would have had her outlaw friend with her. The same one that helped torture her in that abandoned building. She was looking forward to a fight and with the help of these two heroes, she knew she would win.
Sheriff Dickerson was stunned when he heard what Rosa said. She was on the hunt for La Diabla, and it confused him. He remembered meeting the outlaw in Ciudad Del Reina and congratulated her on her assistance with taking down two sex rings. She was good friends with his favorite deputy, so the information about her kidnapping a woman and coming back to town seemed very strange and unbelievable. “La Diabla? Did you say, La Diabla?” he asked in shock.
“Yes! La Diabla! I want her. She is pure evil, and we have to bring her to justice!” Rosa told them. She noticed that both of them seemed surprised by the name and wondered why they had that response. She looked at Darby, then looked at the Sheriff and they both looked at each other with shock on their faces. “Is there something wrong?” she asked.
“No, no. Nothing’s wrong. I am surprised you mentioned her name. We haven’t seen her for a few years. She escaped from prison, and we never heard from her since.” Darby lied. She really wanted to know what was happening. She knew the outlaw went to Mexico after spending time in Plotsville with her. It just seemed impossible for La Diabla to engage in criminal activity with Cheyenne and Molly nearby. “Are you sure it was her? She could be dead for all we know.” she added.
“It is her. She is very much alive. I have an eyewitness that gave me her evil plan. She escaped from me, and I owe her. We had a confrontation recently and, it is hard to admit, she gotten the better of me. I won’t make that mistake again.” Rosa told them. She started to remember her battle with the outlaw, and she lost. She ended up tied up, and tickled tortured. She was even stripped naked. It was a humiliating moment for her, and she really wanted revenge.
Darby’s jaw dropped when she heard that Rosa and La Diabla had a recent confrontation. Knowing that the outlaw was in Mexico and this woman was a Mexican Rurales, it was plausible that she was in fact talking about the woman of her heart. She didn’t know what to say and looked at Sheriff Dickerson who had a concerned look on his face.
“You had a confrontation with her? So, she is alive…..” Sheriff Dickerson said, going along with Darby’s story. He knew he had to keep his own interaction with La Diabla a secret as well. He had every right to arrest her when he saw her, but he thanked her for everything she did and left. Now, he was very concerned she turned back to her criminal ways.
“Yes, she is definitely alive. Long black hair, loves to wear all black. She had another outlaw with her. The woman was pretty, and a little heavy set. I hope you both can help me find her and end her reign of terror.” Rosa said with enthusiasm. She knew if these two were on her side, there would be no way La Diabla could escape from her.
“I-I can’t believe it. So, you actually confronted La Diabla. This is….disturbing.” Darby said. She grew even more concerned when Rosa described what surely Gabby, La Diabla’s friend. She was in absolute disbelief that this was true. There was no logical reason for Rosa to lie to them, but it still did not make any kind of sense. Now she really wanted to find La Diabla and get to the bottom of everything. There had to be a reason all of this was taking place. She knew what was in the outlaw’s heart and there would be no way she would kidnap someone and come back to this area.
“I agree, this is disturbing. We thought she was dead or disappeared. I guess she has been hiding in Mexico all this time. Hmmmm…..I will have Darby accompany you to check out your leads. If in fact La Diabla is committing these crimes, then she will have to be captured and prosecuted.” Sheriff Dickerson said, then looked at Darby. He knew his deputy must have been in total shock. He knew there was some kind of special friendship between his deputy and the outlaw. He didn’t know the extent of the relationship, but knew it had to be a special bond between the two. “Rosa, can you leave us alone for a moment? I want to speak to Darby about this assistance. We have a festival to prepare for and want to make sure her assignment is good to go.” he requested.
“Sure thing! I will be right outside. I can’t thank you both enough for helping me. I became a part of the Rurales because of an incident between me and her years ago. I want to take her down so badly. Thank you.” Rosa said, then stood up and left the office. She felt her adrenaline flowing because she finally might end her mission to make La Diabla pay for her crimes, especially being a part of her father’s death.
Darby watched Rosa leave the office and heard the door close. She saw the look on the Sheriff’s face and knew he was just as confused. “I-I can’t believe it is real. There is no way she could do something like this. That’s not the same person that I know now.” she told him.
“There must be some truth to it. She described her and the fact that she had a confrontation with her makes me believe she did in fact see La Diabla. No one else looks like her, so it has to be. I am very concerned about it. I thought she was leaving her criminal life behind.” Sheriff Dickerson told her. He felt good about the outlaw turning over a new leaf in life, but if she returned to her evil ways, then he would have no choice but to arrest her. It could also mean trouble for both him and Darby since they were in her presence and did not apprehend her.
“I am concerned too. There has to be more to the story. Sheriff, she literally helped women escaped being trafficked for sex. She stopped Priscilla Montenegro and Gloria Wellington. She helped defeat Thalia Laskaris. It makes no sense that she would suddenly get involved with kidnapping crimes and come near here. She told me she would never come to this place again, just to avoid capture. I have to find out what is really going on!” Darby said and felt her emotions rising. She wanted to protect the outlaw and get to the bottom of the story. It also made her wonder what happened to Cheyenne and Molly. She couldn’t tell the Sheriff about those two because then it would lead to him discovering that La Diabla was in fact in town before.
“That’s what I want you to do. Find out what happened. I am shocked, but not completely. After all, she goes by the name La Diabla. We both know how dangerous she could be and the crimes she committed. She has killed people before.” Sheriff Dickerson told her. He then leaned back in his chair and took a deep breath. He looked at Darby and knew what he said next would bother her. “Darby, if in fact La Diabla committed these crimes, then we have no choice. We would have to arrest her upon sight. We won’t be able to protect her unless you want to go to prison yourself. Meeting her was a good thing and she seems like a good woman IF she left her criminal life behind. I will be disappointed in her, but we have jobs to do. Am I clear?” he asked.
“Yes, Sheriff. You are clear. I know it is muh job, but I will find out what really happened. It would be really disappointing if she did return to her criminal ways. She was doing really well in life. She seemed at peace. I guess I will find out. Thank you for letting me help Rosa. We need to get to the bottom of this.” Darby said in response. She felt her heart race because if it was true and La Diabla returned to her evil, criminal ways, it would truly break her heart. The thought of losing her crushed her and she tried to prevent herself from crying knowing that she might have to send the woman she loved to jail.
“Ok. Good luck and report back to me once you have some answers. Feel free to take Becky if you like. I know she needs to gain more experience.” Sheriff Dickerson instructed. He then watched as Darby stood up and gave him a quick salute. He was anxious to find out if La Diabla was terrorizing people. He really hoped she wasn’t, or it would force his hand.
Darby walked out of the office and saw Rosa standing there. She looked eager and could understand why she felt that way. To her, capturing La Diabla would do wonders for her career. She was impressed that she was part of the Mexican Rurales. She had to admire it because it was like hers. A woman in a male dominated field of work. “Ok, Rosa. Where do we start?” she asked.
“I was hoping you could tell me. I think she would most likely try to hide in a place that was desolate. I don’t think she is in this town right now, but somewhere nearby. Do you have a map of the surrounding areas? Maybe we can try and guess where she is. It had to be in the vicinity of the train station.” Rosa asked. She followed Darby to her office and looked around the station. She was in awe that she was in this location and with such a legend. She saw the other deputies staring at her and she did a quick wave at them. She walked inside Darby’s office and saw another woman standing in there. She was eerily similar to Darby, with great height, and red hair. The hair was in pigtails, and she had a big smile on her face. She saw the gap-toothed smile and thought she was friendly. “Hello there!” she said towards Becky.
“Well, hello there! I am sorry, Darby, I got yer coffee for ya and wanted to get started.” Becky said. She had got the coffee and was anxious to get started to try to figure out who the thief was and where they could possibly find them. She saw the pretty woman walk into the office and she seemed really friendly.
“Hey Becky, thank you for the coffee. This is Rosa Mendoza. She is part of the Mexican Rurales, a group of soldiers from the Mexican government. She is here because she needed assistance.” Darby introduced. She started to think about her workload and grew concerned. There was security for the festival. She had to find a thief. She had to deal with all the petty crimes that were happening. Now, she had to go find her lover and avoid her from getting arrested. It was a lot, but she had to figure it all out.
“Oh really? Nice to meet ya!! Ya must be really tough and strong! What did she need assistance with?” Becky asked. She saw the nice uniform and was very impressed.
“I am here to find the notorious outlaw, La Diabla. She came to the United States after kidnapping a woman. I am hot on her trail, and once I find her, she will finally face justice! Deputy Darby is going to help me. I know she doesn’t stand a chance. What is your name?” Rosa asked. She felt the excitement growing in her body the more she talked about what her mission was. She knew if she brought the outlaw to justice, it would enhance her career. She thought about Darby and how well respected she seemed to be. She already knew Darby had to prove herself and after reading articles about her, she really wanted to be like her.
Becky’s jaw dropped when she heard why Rosa was there. She wanted to find La Diabla and arrest her for kidnapping a woman. That blew her mind because the last time she saw the outlaw, she was very happy and at peace. She was with Cheyenne and Molly, so to hear her kidnapping a woman and bringing her to the United States was a lot to absorb. “What? Ya want to find La Diabla? THE La Diabla?” she asked with shock in her voice.
Darby knew Becky was in shock, just like she still was. She wanted to make sure Becky didn’t let anything slip about their own knowledge about La Diabla. “Yeah, apparently, she is still alive. Rosa had a confrontation with her in Mexico and an eyewitness heard that she was back here near Plotsville. Crazy, right?” she explained and prayed Becky would go along with the story of their lack of knowledge.
“That is surprising. I-I thought she was dead or something. Wow, she kidnapped someone from Mexico, huh?” Becky asked still in shock. She knew La Diabla, Cheyenne and Molly went to Mexico, so it was plausible that she did criminal activity, but she would have to find out for sure.
“Yes! That woman is pure evil! I feel bad for the woman she kidnapped. Who knows what vile things she is doing to her as we speak. The woman’s name is Rocio. I also wonder if she kidnapped a woman named Isabel. Her friends told me she was missing. I wouldn’t be surprised if La Diabla has them both. That woman is as twisted as they come.” Rosa said. She then rolled out a map of the area that Darby set down and started poring over it. She wanted to find her as soon as possible to help rescue Rocio and potentially Isabel.
“Yeah, she was twisted.” Daby said in a stunned voice. She looked at Becky who had a confused look on her face and she knew she had the same look. She had to recover and try to focus on the task at hand. She felt the pressure to find her lover and protect her just in case.
“Hmmmm….there are a few mountain ranges near here. I wonder if she is hiding there. There is a place called Jackson’s Pass. Think she might be there?” Rosa asked. She saw a spot on the map and wondered if that could be a location.
“Jackson’s Pass? Possibly. Hmmm….” Darby replied. She remembered that location from years ago. That was where she met La Diabla and they made a truce. That was the beginning of their friendly relationship. She, La Diabla and another friend, Bobby Jo, met there and set up camp before going after Madam Olivia. She hoped that she wasn’t there. She hoped she would never find her either. This was getting to be emotional, and she had to focus. Then she heard a noise in the station. Someone seemed to be raising their voice inside the station. She looked at Rosa and smiled. “I will be right back.” she said.
“I need to see the Sheriff! Right now!!!” Ulysses Prescott yelled. He looked upset and had a lot of worries on his face. He had just returned home from Boston and when he arrived at his house, he saw the front door was ajar and his daughter, Donna, was nowhere to be found. It appeared some things were knocked over and had great fear. It was not like his daughter to leave the house without closing the door or leaving a small mess inside.
Darby approached Mr. Prescott as the other deputies were trying to calm him down. She saw Sheriff Dickerson also approaching and she wondered what the issue was. She was happy to see him so perhaps he could calm his daughter down, but then she remembered he might be here because his ruby was stolen. This was going to be a tough situation, and she needed to be by the Sheriff’s side. “Mr. Prescott, how can we help you?” she asked.
“I need help!!! I-I think something terrible has happened!” Mr. Prescott said with concern in his voice. He saw Darby and then he saw the Sheriff. He walked over towards the Sherif and had to voice his issue. “Sheriff! I think something happened to my daughter. Me and the Mrs. just got back home this morning, and our door was ajar. That is not like Donna at all. I called out and got no answer. I saw a few things knocked over by the front door as well. Have you seen her?” he asked.
Sheriff Dickerson could hear the concern in Mr. Prescott’s voice and had to calm him down. It was peculiar that he thought his daughter was missing and wanted to help him. He also wondered if he knew that his jewel was missing. “I have not. Come with me into my office. Darby, come with me as well.” she instructed.
Darby followed the two men into the office and sat down. Mr. Prescott seemed very worried, and she felt for him. Donna Prescott was a handful, but she knew he must still love her very much. She listened as he described what he saw when he got home, and it did seem strange. She started to wonder if the missing jewel had anything to do with it. She hoped Donna was around town somewhere irritating someone and not in any danger. She saw the Sheriff and he looked like he was about to break some bad news.
“Mr. Prescott, I am sure Donna is safe somewhere. She is probably out in the town, maybe getting breakfast. As for what you found, I do have news to tell you. There was an incident in your home a few days ago and we thought you should know. There was a break-in at your home, and your ruby jewel was stolen by a thief.” Sheriff Dickerson told him. He knew the news was going to be bothersome, but it had to be done. He wondered if someone else broke into the house looking for more jewelry while Donna was away.
“WHAT??? The ruby was stolen?? Are you serious?” Mr. Prescott said in complete shock.
“Yes, Donna came to us and let us know that. I have to give you full disclosure. A thief broke into the home, managed to subdue our apprentice Becky and Donna and managed to steal the ruby. We have been on the case, trying to find out who this thief is, and then retrieve your valuables. From what you are describing, it might be the same thief coming back for more.” Sheriff Dickerson explained. He knew this day was coming and had to let him know what took place. He knew the reaction was probably going to be stressful and he prepared himself for the response.
“WHAT?????? Donna was subdued and the jewelry was stolen? Becky was subdued as well?? What the hell? Was Donna hurt? Was she ok?” Mr. Prescott asked in rapid succession. His concern for his daughter really got to him and he hoped she was ok. He looked at Darby as well. This was not the kind of news he was expecting when he returned home.
“She was not harmed in the break-in. Becky apparently suffered a little, but Donna was unscathed. She was frightened of course, but not physically harmed. According to Donna, they took the ruby but no other jewels. I wonder if they came back for more. I will send Darby to your house right now, so we can check out the scene. Go with her and identify if anything else is missing.” Sheriff Dickerson requested. He was really concerned that another break-in happened and prayed nothing was stolen. He wasn’t as concerned about Donna because she probably went somewhere in town. He really hoped that was true, or there would be a major issue.
“I am on it. I certainly hope nothing else was stolen. Let’s go, Mr. Prescott. Let’s go check your home.” Darby said, then started to leave the office. She noticed Rosa and Becky standing there and she remembered that they were supposed to go looking for La Diabla. She thought that perhaps they could take care of Mr. Prescott first, then go searching for her lover. She hoped that if it was true, then La Diabla finished whatever business she had and went back to Mexico. She definitely did not want to be the one to arrest her. That would be heartbreaking. She walked up to her apprentice and the Mexican Rurale and nodded her head. “Hey, I have to go investigate the Prescott home. He was potentially robbed, and the Sheriff wants to me to go investigate. If you want to come along, that would be great. I need the company.” she told them.
“I can do that. I know you are a deputy first, then you can assist me. Let’s go check it out. I won’t get in your way.” Rosa responded. She was a little excited about this visit so she could watch Darby in action. She really wanted to go find La Diabla, but since she was a guest, she had to be patient while she fulfilled her duties.
“Thank ya, Darby! I would love to go. Let me gut muh hat and then we are off to investigate!” Becky said with excitement. Any chance she got to go into the field, she was really excited. It gave her more experience. As she grabbed her hat, she suddenly realized where she was going. She was going back to the Prescott house! The same place of her humiliating defeat at the hands of the thief. The same place where Donna Prescott gave up the ruby, which led to her hating her. She got nervous and wondered if she should go. If Donna was there, she didn’t want to get yelled at again. “Hey Darby, C-Can I just stay back? I got some paperwork to do.” she said meekly.
“What? You don’t want to come with me?” Darby asked with a surprised voice. Becky was always excited to go places with her and now she was suddenly declining an opportunity for more experience. Then she remembered where they were going. The same house where Becky’s troubles with Donna started. She started to understand why she was no longer interested, and she shrugged her shoulders. She didn’t want to discuss Becky’s fears in front of Rosa, or in front of Mr. Prescott. She didn’t want him to realize how cruel his daughter was to Becky. “Ok, finish up the paperwork. We will talk later.” she told her in a soft voice.
Becky felt herself turning red in the face due to shame. She knew when they have a conversation, Darby will be disappointed in her. She smiled at Rosa and Mr. Prescott, then excused herself. She started to feel a little emotional and recognized that she was allowing Donna to ruin her day and she didn’t even see her. She had no idea what to do and hoped that she wouldn’t get yelled at by her mentor.
Darby led Mr. Prescott and Rosa out of the station and made their way to the Prescott home. She thought about her apprentice and was a little worried about her. The Donna incident really spooked her and she knew she would have to talk to her. She had to tell Becky that she couldn’t allow one person to control her emotions. She would never become an effective deputy if she couldn’t handle that kind of stress. She went to the Prescott home and knew she had to start investigating. She got a chance to talk with Mr. Prescott on the way there and she felt bad for him. He was a very nice man, and she hoped that they would eventually find the jewels and return it to him. She also noticed how kind Rosa was and liked engaging in conversation with her. She was also asking good questions to Mr. Prescott, trying to determine any potential leads. She knew after this visit, then she would have to start searching for La Diabla. That was a task she did not want to deal with.
ONE HOUR LATER
Becky sat at her own desk and kept daydreaming. She kept thinking about that night in the Prescott house. She remembered how she was tied up and helpless. She remembered how the thief tickled her all over her body, and it was torture. The thief tickled everywhere on her body. She remembered how her stomach and ribs were tickled. She really remembered how bad her feet were tickled. She started to remember how that thief started to tickle her rear end, which drove her absolutely crazy. Her butt was exposed and the thief touched very intimate parts of her body. She remembered how her breasts were exposed as well. That thief definitely defeated her, and she was so embarrassed. Then she thought about how angry Donna was. She thought about all the times she encountered that woman on the streets and how often she berated her in front of others. Now, she was fearful of her and did not want to lose her job. She leaned back in her chair and thought about the trauma she had when it came to Donna Prescott. Becky then jumped when she heard a voice!
“Hey Becky, got a second?” Deputy George asked.
“Yeah, what can I help ya with, George?” Becky responded. She was deep in thought when Deputy George spoke and she was now very alert. She looked at him and tried to smile.
“Did I scare you or something? Hehehehe” Deputy George laughed. He saw Becky jump and he loved it. He then smiled at her and took out a piece of paper from his pocket. “Hey, me and the other want to know if you can go to Rob’s bakery and pick us up some of their bread. We are a little hungry and got a taste for some warm bread. Can you do that for us?” he asked.
Becky smiled when she heard the request. She usually had to run errands for the deputies, and she loved it. It made her feel wanted and she needed to get some fresh air to hopefully clear her mind of Donna. “Ya betcha! I will be right back!” she said with enthusiasm and grabbed the piece of paper with everyone’s requested bread order.
“Thank you, Becky! You are a treasure!” Deputy George told her, then tipped his hat.
“Anytime!” Becky said. She then grabbed her hat and then left the station. She felt a little excited when she saw the townsfolk walking around and going about their lives. It was mid-morning, and she knew the town would be buzzing with activity soon. She walked down the main street of Plotsville and Rob’s Bakery wasn’t too far away. Then she saw someone walking towards her. She recognized the person, and her heart fluttered a little. It was Rita from the Burlesque show. She thought she looked really pretty, and she got nervous. She had no idea why she was feeling this way, but Rita made her feel cared for. She still never forgot that encounter in the hotel room. It was a special moment for her, and she allowed herself to open up. She also remembered how Rita defended her in front of Donna. She really appreciated that and now, there was her crush heading her way. “Hiya Rita!” she said and then waved her hand.
Rita was deep in thought as she headed to Rob’s Bakery. Her mind was filled with the events of the previous night. She still couldn’t believe that Donna Prescott was now a broken woman and on her way to becoming a sex slave. She thought about the screams and sobbing from Donna. That woman truly suffered physically, mentally, and emotionally. She was now a broken mess, and her team celebrated. She enjoyed the energy in the room, but she did feel bad for Donna. Even though she despised the woman, she thought no human should ever have to endure that kind of brutal torment. She barely slept and now she was on her way to the bakery to pick up some goods to bring back to the showroom. There was talk about scouting another victim to be a sex slave and felt bad for whoever the next victim was. Then she heard a familiar voice and looked ahead. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw Becky Lockhart heading her way and she had the happiest smile ever. She really loved seeing that cute woman and it brightened her mood. “Hey, Becky! So good to see you! Where are you off to?” she asked.
“I am off to Rob’s Bakery! Got to pick up some delicious bread for muh deputy friends back at the station. Where are ya headed?” Becky asked. She felt a little nervous and felt silly for having such a crush on this woman.
“I am off to Rob’s Bakery as well! Mind if I join you?” Rita asked. She was happy that she had an opportunity to spend time with Becky. After the night she had with the stress, she needed to be around this very cute woman.
“Of course ya can! Let’s go!” Becky said and then started to walk with Rita. They started their conversation with the usual general questions such as how they were doing, and if they slept well. She felt good and was happy she was in her presence. She heard Rita tell her she didn’t sleep too well, and she was concerned. “Ya didn’t sleep nice? Ya got somethin’ on yer mind?” she asked.
Rita heard Becky’s question, and she was happy that she showed some concern. She wished she could give her details but knew that would put her and her friends in jail. So, she had to play it off and hopefully Becky would never find out she was part of a sex trafficking ring. “I was just stressing about work. You know, dancing is fun but can be tough sometimes too. I didn’t get to dance last night, and it always relaxes me.” she told her.
“I can imagine. Plus, ya got the unruly men sometimes too. I don’t know how ya do it. Then ya also have….um….never mind.” Becky said. She had a good thought in her head, then thought about Donna. That started to dampen her mood, and she hoped Rita did not notice.
“What? What is it?” Rita asked She noticed the change in Becky’s voice and grew concerned. Then she thought about what Becky was trying to say and figured she was about to mention Donna’s name. “You were going to say Donna, right?” she asked.
“Um…yeah. I was. I-I don’t want to talk about her. She wants me fired and I get, ya know, sad thinking about it. I don’t want to be sad right now. I want to be happy for ya.” Becky said, trying to maintain a positive attitude. She really prayed she could solve that case and make Donna at least satisfied. The thought of that woman yelling at her again truly bothered her.
“It is ok, I understand.” Rita responded. She felt for Becky and hated that Donna really seemed to get insider her head. That made her think about Donna’s own personal situation, and she wished she could tell Becky that she would never hear from her again. She thought about how no one would ever see Donna Prescott ever again. “Hey, don’t worry about her. Eventually, she will leave you alone and you will be at peace.” she told her.
“I hope so. She has been on muh mind a lot, and I am really worried. It is affecting me so much. I-I can barely think about anythin’ else. I don’t know what to do anymore.” Becky said, then started to feel a little sad. She knew that she had to not focus on one person, but she couldn’t help it.
Rita could hear the sadness in Becky’s voice, and she felt bad for her. Donna was really mean to her and knew how worried she was about losing her job. She wished she could say Donna will be a sex slave, but that would not be the best idea. She got closer to Becky and gave her a hug. She wanted her to feel comfortable and try to make her feel better. “Hey, like I said, she will leave you alone and you will be ok. If you want, we can go to my room after we finish at Rob’s Bakery and we can just be with each other. Does that sound good?” she offered.
“Thank ya for yer invite. But I have to go back to the station. Muh friends want some bread. But I may come visit ya. I need some fun in muh life. Although me and Darby are tryin’ to figure out some tough cases, so we shall see.” Becky responded. She loved that hug and she felt those butterflies in her stomach again. She looked at Rita’s pretty face and loved how sweet she was. She even thought about kissing her but knew she couldn’t because they were in public.
“Ok, that is fine. I do want to see you again, Becky Lockhart. I want to spend more time with you. You are the sweetest woman ever and well; I just like being around you. Now, you stop worrying about Donna Prescott. You are going to be a deputy! I just know it. Now, let’s go to Rob’s Bakery and get some bread.” Rita told her. She then gave Becky another hug, then started to walk towards the bakery. She really hoped everything worked out. She felt like she was caught in the middle of things. She had feelings for Becky, but she was also involved in a sex trafficking ring. She had no idea how things were going to turn out, and she truly hoped for the best.
BURLESQUE SHOW ROOM
Marge was sitting at her desk and going over some records. The business was starting for the day, and her dancers were preparing for the afternoon shows. She felt excited for another day. She thought about everything that took place the previous night and felt that today was going to be an amazing day. There would be no interruptions from Donna Prescott at her show anymore. Her customers could freely enjoy themselves without that judgment being cast upon them from a busy body who seemed to live for harassing others. She smiled when she thought about that woman. She was back at the facility where the other sex slaves were and was still completely naked. She knew that was destroying any shred of dignity Donna may have still had. When she left the facility, Donna was a crying mess and knew it would continue to be that way. She hoped the ladies from Mexico would torture her again, just for fun. She felt very powerful and knew that nothing would stop her. She smiled and then heard a knock on her door. “Come in.” she called out.
The door opened, and Karla Rivera walked in. She was ready for the day and hoped there would be no trouble. She smiled at her boss and felt anxious. There was news she had to give her, and she hoped that everything would be ok. She knew the parties involved and prayed that there would be no tension. She sat down in a chair across from Marge and took a deep breath. “Hello, Marge, how are you feeling?” she asked.
“I am feeling great! Last night was one of the most enjoyable nights I have ever had. I can still hear Donna screaming. Hahaha What’s going on?” Marge asked. She knew Karla was busy getting ready for the day and she had a look on her face. She hoped nothing was wrong because she was very happy and didn’t want anything to bring her down.
“Well, I don’t know how you will take this. You told me to keep an eye out on Rita, and I saw her walking to Rob’s Bakery.” Karla began. She had followed Rita when she went to the Bakery just to see what she did. She wondered why Marge was suspicious of her and hoped that it would not cause a rift between the two friends. She didn’t understand either why Rita felt sorry for Donna, but figured that’s just who she was. Now, she had to tell Marge what she saw and prayed it would go well.
“Yeah, I sent her there to get us some bread. Did you see something? Tell me.” Marge asked. She wondered what Karla might have seen. She wouldn’t bring this topic up unless she saw something very important.
“I saw her talking to that deputy in training, Becky. I thought it was something quick and casual, but then I saw her hugging her. They seemed to be having an intense conversation. I got a feeling they are close friends.” Karla told her. She had seen how close Rita and Becky appeared to be and Rita even appeared to be extra friendly. She started to think there was some kind of connection between the two, and since Becky was part of law enforcement, she had better tell Marge.
“Oh really? Rita is friends with that clumsy woman? Hmmmm…. How friendly did they look?” Marge asked. She started to get nervous because her favorite dancer was friends with someone at the Sheriff’s station. Her paranoia kicked in and wondered if Rita would reveal the sex trafficking operation. She remembered how intrigued Rita was with Becky when they first met. Now, if they had something going on, it could compromise everything.
“Very friendly….. It wasn’t a casual interaction.” Karla told her. She saw the emotional hug and knew there was definitely some kind of relationship there.
Marge leaned back in her chair and sighed. She started to get really nervous and wondered what Rita could have possibly been talking about with Becky. She wondered if Rita would let it slip about Donna. Rita did seem concerned about Donna’s well-being and now she was speaking with someone in law enforcement, and they had a close connection. That started to build her anger, and she took a deep breath. “I hope she is not telling that idiot about what happened to Donna, or that trafficking ring. She did seem very concerned about Donna and could be trying to undermine me.” she said.
“You think so? Do you really think she would do something like that?” Karla asked. She was shocked that Marge would consider that possibility.
“Who knows. Look, we have a lot riding on this. Not only money, but our freedom. We have done a great job hiding what we do. No one knows who the thief is. We have been robbing people. But this operation we are a part of is very high risk. We can NOT have any slip ups. I don’t like Rita having contact with law enforcement. I have to do something about this. I need to know the nature of their relationship.” Marge said. Her paranoia was starting to increase, and her hand started to shake. She wanted to make sure everything was smooth and did not want any surprises.
“Marge, I don’t think she would tell Becky about Donna. I mean, if she did, she would be arrested too. I know it is a high risk that they know each other, but Rita is not stupid. She knows better.” Karla said. She could hear the concern in Marge’s voice and hoped she didn’t do anything drastic. She liked Rita and the last thing she wanted to see was inner turmoil amongst the dancers.
“I think so too, but Karla, we cannot have any slip ups. When Rita gets here, send her to me. We will have to have a chat. Ok?” Marge instructed.
“Sure. Are you ok? You are not going to do anything to her, will you?” Karla asked. She could hear the tension in Marge’s voice and now grew concerned.
“Yeah, I will be ok. For Rita’s sake, she better be nothing more than a casual acquaintance with that Becky Lockhart. I don’t want to have to punish her…..” Marge said with an ominous voice. She had a feeling that there was some kind of deeper relationship, and she wanted to find out what it was. She didn’t want to be angry, but she could not help it. The last thing she wanted was her favorite dancer to potentially betray everyone.
Karla heard the tone, and she nodded her head. She was nervous about the meeting between the two women, but she did understand it. If Rita betrayed everyone, it would mean they all went to prison. She doubted Rita would do such a thing, but it was peculiar that she was friends with Becky and didn’t tell anyone she was. It looked like Rita was hiding something and they had to find out why.
PRESCOTT HOUSE
Darby was finishing up her report at the Prescott house. She had arrived and walked through the home with Mr. Prescott. He talked about where the jewels were and after inspecting them, the only jewel that was missing was the ruby, but that was already reported. That was good news because it meant that they weren’t robbed. She thought that perhaps the person or people that broke in didn’t find anything. She wanted to calm Mr. Prescott down, but he was still concerned about his daughter. She understood why but kept telling him that she might have been going around town and might return soon. She told him that if she is not back by the end of day, then definitely contact her so they could find out what was happening. Darby left the premises and started to head back to the station with Rosa. She found her fascinating and very professional. She asked great questions to Mrs. Prescott who was standing there with her husband. She learned a little more about her as they walked back. She learned that she was a bodyguard within the Rurales and guarded the wife of a mayor in Ciudad Azteca. There were no other roles for her in the group, and Darby understood that. It was still a male dominated profession, and any woman involved would have to take whatever was given to her. That made her appreciate Sheriff Dickerson even more. He allowed her to do many things any male deputy would do, and she was second in command of the station. She told that to Rosa and she was impressed. She talked to her about her daily routines and the adventures that went along with it. “Yeah, there is never a dull day here in Plotsville. There has been an uptick in crime, but overall, this is a great place to raise a family.” she told her.
“I can see. This is a very nice town. It amazes me that you are such a hero here and how loved you are. Just walking with you, I can see all the townsfolk waving at you and smiling. Deputy Darby Reeves, it is an honor to be here with you. I am very thrilled that you will help me find that evil outlaw, La Diabla. You took her out before, and it is only fitting you help me take her out now. How ironic that her career will end with the same woman that defeated her before. I will also get my measure of revenge too! She bested me in my fight with her, and well…… I owe that bitch big time! She really humiliated me after the fight.” Rosa said. She started to think about her fight with La Diabla and what happened after she lost. She was tied up, stripped naked and tickled all over her body. She was even forced to orgasm and then left tied up and naked for someone to find her. That memory fueled her, and she would love nothing more than to finish La Diabla once and for all.
Darby heard the eagerness in Rosa’s voice, and it still bothered her that her lover could possibly be committing heinous crimes again. She had no idea how it was even possible, so she wanted to know more about what happened. “I can’t believe she is still alive. I thought after she escaped from prison, we would never hear from her again. So much time has passed.” she said.
“Well, she disappeared from Mexico for a long time too. That was probably when she was around here terrorizing people with El Guapo and his entire gang. I was just as surprised when I saw her. I will never forget her. She even tortured me years ago. That was when I first met her. El Guapo’s gang harassed the people in my town and one day in a drunken rage, she captured me and tortured me. When my father tried to intervene…….well, I will never forgive El Guapo or La Diabla. It was a terrible time for me. Then I saw her again, and because she had help, she defeated me again. She tortured me again and completely humiliated me! When I get my hands on her, she will pay!” Rosa said, feeling her emotion growing. She thought about the times La Diabla tortured her. She knew the outlaw had gotten the best of her twice and she wanted payback.
“She tortured you? How did she do that?” Darby asked. She already had a feeling she knew how she was tortured but wanted to maintain the conversation to see if it truly was the woman she loved.
Rosa heard the question, and her head dropped for a moment. It was embarrassing that the torture happened, and no one knew except she, La Diabla and her companion. She never told anyone what truly happened. She just told others that she was tied up and let them use their own imaginations. She looked up at Darby and could tell she was empathetic. She wondered if she should tell her exactly what happened so the deputy could understand why she wanted some personal revenge. It would still be a humiliating admission, and she got nervous. “Well, let’s just say it was a bit unorthodox. Something so embarrassing, I still can’t wrap my head around it. It was unique and something I will never forget. I hope it never happened to you when you were confronted by her.” she told her.
Darby could tell by the tone of voice that La Diabla had indeed tickle tortured the woman. The fact that she said it happened recently really made her believe the outlaw did torture Rosa with tickling. She knew how embarrassing of a torture it was, and she never really admitted it to a lot of people. Just to those who were also tickle tortured. “I understand. It was that bad, huh?” she asked.
“Yes!! It was very humiliating! I wonder if I should return the favor to her. It wouldn’t be right to torture a prisoner, but she deserves it!” Rosa said with vigor in her voice. The thought of torturing La Diabla in return always filled her mind. She craved revenge, but she also thought about her honor. Torturing a prisoner was wrong, but she still thought about doing it. Just to make her feel what she felt all these years and recently. She thought about whether the outlaw was even ticklish or not. She looked back up at Darby and smiled. “Sorry if I sound so vengeful, but that woman is truly evil. I am sure you can agree to that. Hehe” she smiled.
“Yeah, she was really evil when we faced off.” Darby said, then thought about how much the outlaw had changed since she was first captured by her. She thought about how loving she could be. She thought about how friendly she could be. She was just at Phoebe Wellington’s house recently with a lot of ladies, including some from Plotsville. She was so charming with everyone and then she thought about the relationship with Cheyenne. She knew just how much La Diabla loved Cheyenne. The way she always cared for her and wanted to protect her made her know without a doubt the woman had changed so much than when they first met. It was incredible that she would resort to heinous crimes again. She then noticed they were close to the Sheriff’s station and saw a few deputies rushing out. She saw George loading his gun and she wondered what was happening. “Hey George, what’s going on?” she asked.
“Hey Darby! Looks like we have a quarrel going on with two men and guns are being used. We are on our way to stop it!” Deputy George told her as two other deputies were joining him.
“Ya need any help?” Darby asked. She always wanted to be in the thick of the action and wanted to be there with the others.
“That’s ok. Take care of the Prescott matter right now. We got this!” Deputy George said, then rushed off. Before he went into a full sprint, he stopped for a moment and looked back at his partner. “Hey, someone is here to see you. She is in your office. She said her name was Kylie or something.” he finished.
“Thanks!” Darby replied then looked at Rosa for a moment and shrugged. She wondered why Kylie would show up to Plotsville unannounced. She hoped nothing terrible had happened. “As you can see, never a dull day here in Plotsville. Let’s go inside and go see muh friend.” she told Rosa, then headed into the station.
BURLESQUE SHOWROOM
Rita returned to the Burlesque showroom holding bread and had a smile on her face. She was happy that she got to see Becky and made her feel good. She was worried about her crush and hoped she would be able to find that confidence again. She knew it wouldn’t be too long because Donna Prescott would no longer bother her ever again. She really wished she had gotten to spend alone time with the apprentice. She kept thinking about that ticklish body and wanted to make her feel good. She walked inside and the showroom was about to begin. It was getting close to the first show time and customers would be coming in within the hour. She waved at Olga and then dropped off the bread. She saw the other dancers approach and they took some of the bread and everyone seemed cheerful. That helped her, but she still felt terrible they were mixed in with some cruel sex traffickers. Rita really prayed that nothing terrible would happen to them and hoped for the best. She saw Karla the bouncer walking towards her and she smiled. “Hey Karla! I brought some bread back. Fresh from Rob’s bakery!” she told her.
“Nice!! Thank you for doing that. Their bread is fantastic!” Karla responded. She felt a little nervous because she knew Marge wanted to have a talk with Rita. The way Marge sounded, she was quite angry at Rita, and she hoped nothing bad happened between the two. “Hey, boss lady wants to see you. She is in the backroom.” she told her.
“Ok, thanks! Let me go see what she wants.” Rita said, then gave a gentle pat on Karla’s right shoulder. She wondered what Marge wanted to talk about. She figured it was probably about the dance schedule since they were going to open very soon. She headed towards the backstage area and noticed that Karla was following her. It was a bit odd, but she continued to walk towards the backroom. She arrived at the location and gave a gentle knock. “Marge are you in there?” she asked.
“Come on in, Rita.” Marge replied then stood up from the bed. She felt herself getting angry and her paranoia had really kicked in. She really hoped that Rita was not planning on betraying her by leaking their plans to the deputy’s apprentice. She had to find out the nature of Rita and Becky’s relationship. She saw her favorite dancer come inside and she smiled. “Thanks for coming in. You can close the door.” she told her.
“Close the door?” Rita asked with surprise. She didn’t expect a private conversation and now she wondered if something was wrong. Marge had a smile on her face, but she appeared very tense. She wondered if this conversation was about the sex trafficking ring, which was why privacy may have been needed. She walked up to her and smiled. “You wanted to talk to me?” she asked.
“Yes, I did want to talk to you. Have a seat on the bed.” Marge said, then waved her hand towards the bed that was in the room. She watched as Rita sat down and then she took a seat next to her on the left-hand side. She looked at her dancer and now she wanted to get down to business. “Rita, you know how important our latest venture is, right?” she asked.
Rita had a puzzled look on her face when hearing the question asked. It appeared this conversation would be about the illegal sex ring and wondered if something bad happened. She saw the look on Marge’s face and could tell how serious she was. “Um, yes. I know it is very important. Why are you asking?” she asked.
“Well, you know that secrecy is of the utmost importance with this. Just like our other enterprise of robbing people here, and Ingrid stealing jewelry. If we get caught, we go to jail. You wouldn’t want that, would you?” Marge asked. She started to feel her adrenaline flowing and she wanted to make sure everything was perfect in this adventure, even if she had to discipline any of her dancers.
“Yes, I definitely would not want that. I don’t want to go to jail. Marge, what is it?” Rita asked. The line of questions and the tone started to worry her a little. Her boss seemed on edge and that started to make her very nervous as well.
“Rita, I kept thinking about last night. I kept thinking about how much Donna Prescott suffered. She was screaming. She was laughing. She was crying. She was cumming her brains out. Hehehehe” Marge giggled. She shivered a little thinking about the torment they put that woman through. She felt her adrenaline spiking and she looked right into Rita’s eyes. She saw those brown eyes and knew this moment had to happen for the safety of the entire operation.
“Yes, you did a number on her last night. She will never be the same again.” Rita responded. She wondered where this conversation was going and started to feel nervous. She had no idea what Marge was up to, or why this conversation had to take place. Her boss seemed to be on edge and that got her a little worried. “Marge is something wrong?” she asked.
Marge heard that question and she flashed a smile. She could tell Rita was nervous and she had to make sure her dancer knew the importance of what she was caught doing. Her anger started to rise a little and she had to breathe slowly to calm herself. “Rita, will you be honest with me? I want you to tell me the truth right now because it is very important.” she asked her.
“Yes, of course. Marge, come on, tell me what’s going on. You seem a little…….tense.” Rita responded. She could sense that Marge was unhappy about something, and she wondered if it had to do anything with her. She knew her boss and how she was in moments in life.
“Rita….tell me about your relationship to Becky Lockhart. Are you friends with her? Are you…..close?” Marge asked. She wondered how much Rita would tell her or if she would lie to her. If she lied, then that would definitely set her off.
Rita heard the question and was stunned. The question came out of nowhere and now she had to decide how to answer it. She had feelings for the young apprentice, but if she told Marge that, then she could understand why she was acting strange around her right now. If Marge found out she had sex with Becky, it could make them seem like a couple and couples……talk. “W-Why do you ask?” she asked in return.
Marge could sense the nervousness in Rita and now she started to grow her anger. It appeared her favorite dancer did have some kind of relationship with the apprentice and that could put their entire operation in jeopardy. “Just answer the question.” she said with a cold tone.
Rita felt her heart racing and now she was really feeling nervous. She thought she had kept her interactions with Becky a secret but now had a feeling Marge somehow found out. She looked away for a moment and tried to calm herself. She turned back towards Marge and smiled. “We are friends. I have to admit. She is such a nice young lady.” she answered.
“What kind of friends? Have you talked to her often? Just here in the showroom?” Marge asked. She wanted to interrogate Rita because she had to know the depths of that relationship. She remembered what Karla had told her, and she wanted to know if she would be lied to.
“Yeah, whenever I see her, we talk. You know, we are friends. She walks all over town, so you can’t help but bump into her. W-Why are you asking me this?” Rita asked nervously. She wanted to downplay the nature of her feelings for Becky. She felt the need to protect Becky and herself because Marge could be ruthless as she saw with Donna.
“Rita, our entire operation depends on secrecy. If you are having an affair with her, then that would not be good. So, how close are you to her? Have you two had sex?” Marge asked. She was now asking personal questions to see how Rita would react and perhaps get some truth from her. She could tell Rita was very nervous, which meant the relationship was more than just casual acquaintances. That did not sit well with her, and she knew she had to perhaps do something about it.
Rita gasped when she heard that question about having sex with Becky. The fact Marge asked it made her think she was speculating that there was a lot to her relationship with Becky. She did in fact have sex with her, but she knew she definitely had to keep that a secret. “Marge?!!! How could you ask me that??? Why would you think me and Becky had sex?? I can’t believe it.” she told her with some emotion, hoping to get her boss to think she was innocent.
“You didn’t answer the question. Did you fuck Becky Lockhart. Tell me….” Marge asked, with her eyes turning to slits. She had a feeling that Rita did engage in sexual activity which meant there was a closeness and now her entire criminal enterprise was in danger since Becky worked at the Sheriff’s station.
Rita felt her heart beating out of her chest because the moment of truth had arrived. Marge had to suspect she did have sex and if she answered honestly, she was going to be in deep trouble. Had she had sex with anyone else, she might have been ok. But with Becky’s association with law enforcement, she did understand why Marge was upset. She knew she had to play it off or she would be in big trouble. “MARGARET BROUSSARD!!! How dare you ask me that question! You should know that I would never put our business in trouble. I-I am so hurt by this. How could you?” she asked with emotion in her voice.
Marge felt her anger swelling hearing that response. Rita still did not answer the question directly, which meant only one thing. Her favorite dancer, the one woman that she was closest to, the one she trusted the most, had sex with someone in law enforcement. That broke her heart, and she had to punish someone she truly liked a lot. The anger started to come out and it was time to teach Rita a lesson! “Rita, Rita, Rita. I can’t believe you would put all of your family in jeopardy like that. I guess I have to teach you a lesson….” she told her in a very cold voice.
Rita felt great fear hearing that tone of voice. She knew exactly what Marge was capable of, and knew she had to leave immediately before something bad happened to her. She stood up in a huff and turned around to leave the room. “I can’t believe this! I will not stand for------” she tried to say when she suddenly felt arms wrapped around her body.
Marge saw Rita stand up and knew she had to act fast before Rita left the room. She got up and bearhugged Rita from behind and then with one strong swing of her body, she tossed Rita onto the bed and then quickly got on top of her. She had her on her belly and she felt the body squirming underneath her. She then reached under the pillows to grab the rope she placed there. She had a feeling she had to punish Rita, so she prepared for that before she entered the room. “Oh no you don’t! You aren’t going anywhere!” she yelled as she tried to hold onto the struggling dancer.
Rita suddenly found herself on her belly and she started to panic. Marge had physically gone after her and she was trapped. She was still in disbelief that this was happening and had to get away. Her boss was very strong, and she could barely wiggle her body because Marge was on top of her. She kicked her legs wildly, trying to do anything to get herself free. “MARGE!!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING??” she screamed.
“Teaching you a lesson. Rita, you really disappointed me. You really did…..” Marge told her as she managed to get in a position to secure Rita. She took a smaller rope and lay on the back area. She managed to get herself upright and grabbed both of Rita’s flailing arms. She forced them behind the back and then quickly went to tie them together. She didn’t plan on completely destroying her, but just enough to teach her a lesson. Once she got the wrists secured, she knew she had to secure the legs. She grabbed the longer rope and started to work on tying the legs together at the thighs and wanted to wrap the rope all the way down to the shins. That would completely immobilize Rita and then she could punish her.
Rita really started to panic when she felt her arms being tied behind her back. She was in a state of shock that she was faced down on the bed, and her boss was tying her up. She knew she was going to get punished somehow and felt scared. She heard Marge tell her that she was disappointed in her and that truly bothered her. She liked Marge a lot. They were close enough to each other where there was genuine friendship love between them. Now, she angered the woman because of her relationship with Becky and wondered just how far she would go. Her mind started to think about Donna Prescott and what happened to her, and that made her truly scared. “MARGE!!! PLEASE!!! What are you doing? Why are you doing this to me? You’re hurting me…..” she pleaded.
Marge heard those words, and she felt bad for Rita, but her anger was now cresting. She had to protect her business first, and deal with personal relationships later. She managed to wrestle Rita into tying the ropes around her legs and now she had her. She placed a knee onto Rita’s back as she knelt on the bed and observed that her favorite dancer was now secure. She was wriggling like a worm on a hook, and she felt energized. She noticed that the skirt that Rita was wearing buttoned up in the back and that made her smile. It meant that she could get to Rita’s ass whenever she desired. She really wanted to punish her dancer but not break her like she did with Donna. She didn’t want to strip her naked but still wanted to give her some torture. She looked at the feet and saw those shoes. She knew how ticklish all of her dancers were, and knew feet were a weakness for Rita. She then sat on her calves, which pressed the tops of the feet onto the bed, and she could see the soles of the shoes. She figured she would start there, then finish the punishment elsewhere. “Rita, this will hurt me more than it will hurt you. I can’t believe you had sex with Becky Lockhart. You literally put your entire work family in jeopardy because you got horny for that moron. I have to do this. I have to punish you. You have to tell me everything about your relationship with Becky. Once you do, then perhaps we can work on trying to mend our own relationship. You hurt me. You really did.” she told her.
Rita heard Marge’s words, and it affected her heart. Her boss was right to a degree. Her having a sexual relationship with someone in law enforcement did jeopardize everything. She did try to keep things a secret, so Marge was technically in the right. However, she didn’t want to get punished for it and she didn’t want any danger to happen to Becky. Knowing her boss, she knew Becky was now in trouble and she had to still deny their sexual attraction to each other. “Marge…..please don’t do this. I don’t want this. Please….I love you.” she pleaded in a soft voice, hoping to affect Marge’s heart.
Marge heard the love coming from Rita and she did have a soft spot for her. But business was business. She then reached down and started to unlace the shoe. She felt the legs tensing up beneath her and could feel Rita wriggling on the bed. She got the laces undone on both shoes and now it was time to take them off. She wanted to punish the feet and force Rita to admit her relationship. The potion was not going to be involved, but she knew that Rita’s feet were already very sensitive. She got the left shoe off the heel and then had to work getting it off the foot. Once it cleared the foot, she tossed it across the room. She wanted to make sure Rita heard her shoe hitting the floor so that she knew her feet were in trouble. She then started to work on the right shoe and could tell her dancer was fighting it. She felt the toes curling, desperately trying to keep the shoe on. She used her strength, and the right shoe came off the foot. She tossed that shoe across the room and now she saw the two stocking covered feet. The stockings were not as dense in the material, so she could see the bottoms of the barefeet clearly. She always liked these feet. They were very cute and also very sensitive. “Ok, are you going to tell me what is going on between you and Becky, or will your feet tell me?” she asked.
Rita grew very nervous once her shoes were removed. She felt vulnerable because her stockinged feet were exposed and Marge threatened them. She continued to squirm in her bondage and knew she was in deep trouble. She heard that question and knew she could not answer honestly. Having an affair with a deputy’s apprentice would surely anger her boss and she would really be in trouble. She knew she would never tell Becky about their crime ring, but Marge was very paranoid, and she understood that to some degree. She hoped that their years long relationship would come into play, and she could receive some mercy. “Marge!!! This is going too far!!! Why are you doing this to me? Why would you even think there is something going on between us?” she asked in a panic.
“Because…..you seem awfully chummy with her. Rita don’t lie to me. Please, don’t lie. Tell me right now. Do you and Becky have a relationship? Did you fuck her?” Marge asked. She was getting more upset the more she thought about her dancer and Becky. She stared at the soles of the feet and prepared to torture Rita if she felt she lied to her.
Rita started to quiver. She knew what her boss was going to do if she lied. The pressure of being tortured started to get to her and she hoped that somehow Marge would release her. Her feet started to feel sensitive, and she continued to squirm. “Marge, please! Don’t do this!!! Please, just let me go! Me and Becky are not having a relationship!” she begged.
Marge heard that response and felt that Rita was lying. She knew from Karla’s eyewitness accounts that there seemed to be a closeness between Rita and Becky. She knew her dancer was going to lie about it, so it was time for her to suffer. She placed her fingertips on both soles and started to lightly stroke them up and down. She felt the feet immediately wiggling around and her anger kept rising. She felt the urge to torture Rita. She wanted to hear her begging and laughing. She had no patience for betrayal and even someone like Rita had to learn a lesson. “Rita, you made your choice…” she said ominously.
“MARGE!!! COME ON!!! PLEAS EDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNN’TTTTT HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOOO” Rita exploded in laughter when the fingers started to move much faster on her feet. The light touch made her nervous and sent some ticklish tremors throughout her body, but they now moved a lot faster, and it shocked her system. Her feet were being tickled, and she had no way to escape. She started to wriggle around on the bed and prayed she could get free.
Marge heard that hysterical laughter and she smiled. Even though this was a torturous punishment, she enjoyed it. The thrill of tickling feet was always something fun for her to do. She loved tickling all the victims she robbed in this very same backroom on their feet. There was something about the reaction that excited her. Even the men she tickled was a lot of fun. She also thought about how she got to tickle Donna’s foot. Now, she was going to torture Rita and punish her for lying to her. “You deserve this! I can’t believe you would betray your family with that idiotic Becky.” she said as she continued to tickle the bottoms of the stockinged feet.
Rita heard those words, and it hurt her feelings. Her boss, a woman she cared for a lot, was going to torture her. She was getting tortured because of her friendship with Becky Lockhart. The strong ticklish sensations tearing right through her feet drove her crazy and an image of Becky’s face entered her mind. That sweet and innocent face. That wonderful gap-toothed smile. Those soft lips. She really did like her, but now she was paying a price for it. She roared when the fingers went to the balls of her feet, and she desperately tried to cover each foot with the other. “MARGE!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA MARGE!!!! PLEASE DON’T DO THIS!!!!!” she screamed.
Marge heard that desperate cry and she smiled. The sounds of a tortured woman was a beautiful sound. She had never tortured Rita before and even though it was a strange feeling, she started to get excited about it. She looked at the wriggling feet and when one foot tried to cover the other, she simply used both hands to tickle the “top” foot. Then when that foot moved, she attacked the other one. She had tickled Rita’s feet before, but that was in a playful setting. She tickled all of her dancer’s feet before. She tickled them and it was a lot of fun. It even led to a few steamy moments. This was different. This was about making Rita suffer for what she saw as a betrayal. Her fingers moved faster and started to hear the sound of her fingers moving against that stockinged material. She could see those soles wrinkling up and saw the toes curling. She knew she would eventually tear the stockings open and really have some fun with these feet. “You still haven’t told me the nature of your relationship with Becky Lockhart.” she said calmly as she continued to tickle the feet.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WE’RE FRIENDS!!! JUST FRIENDS!!!! HAHAHAHAH MARGE!!! PLEASE STOP!!!!” Rita laughed. The fingers were hitting certain sensitive spots on her feet and that really drove her crazy. She was still stunned this was even happening. She couldn’t believe Marge was really going to punish her and torture her. She started to feel that emotional pain, but she also knew she had to keep her feelings for Becky a secret. No matter how much she suffered, if she revealed how she felt, her torture would be even worse.
“Just friends, huh? I don’t think so. I think you have feelings for that idiot. Just tell me the truth, Rita.” Marge said as she started to go after the toe pads. She heard another ticklish squeal when her fingers touched the toes, and it delighted her. She felt the struggling of the legs she sat on, but with her size, these feet were going nowhere. She then moved her fingers to the outside edges of the soles and slowly ran her fingers up the sides of the feet.
“MARGE!!!! HAHAHAHAHA THAT TICKLES!!!! STOP!!! PLEASE STOP!!!!” Rita roared. Even the touches on the sides of her feet drove her crazy. She was always ticklish on her feet and the sensations just seemed so much worse right now. It was the first time she was really tortured on her feet whereas previous moments were more playful. She also felt emotional hearing Marge calling Becky an idiot. That hurt her because Becky was very smart and she was the kindest, sweetest, woman she ever met. She wanted to defend her, but that could lead Marge into thinking their relationship was much deeper and she would suffer even more.
“Dammit, Rita! Just tell me! I know you fucked her! I can sense it from you. If you didn’t like her, you would have easily denied it. But you keep avoiding my questions, so you will pay. Our entire personal freedoms are at risk, and you are fucking someone in the Sheriff’s station.” Marge said with some venom in her voice. The more she thought about the situation, the more her own emotions grew. She then moved her fingers to the heels and used the tips of her nails on that part of the foot. She heard her nails scraping the material and the reaction was beautiful. She heard a high-pitched squeal, and a lot of thrashing was taking place. “Your heels are quite sensitive, aren’t they?” she teased.
Rita couldn’t handle the nails on her heels. Even though the skin on the heels was a little tougher than the rest of her foot, they were still very sensitive, and it drove her crazy. With her arms tied behind her back, all she could do was thrash her upper body on the bed. She rocked side to side, trying to do anything she could to avoid those tickling fingers on her feet. She still felt the emotional pain of being in this position. She also felt that emotional pain of Becky being insulted. She had no idea how this would end and prayed something would happen.
Marge continued to tickle the heels with her nails and saw those feet trembling in ticklish agony. She wanted to keep tickling until she felt like stopping. She was going to force Rita to admit she had a relationship with Becky or at least had sex with her. She had to get to the truth. There was one part of her brain that wondered if in fact the relationship with Becky was platonic, but she didn’t think so. She then heard a knock on the door and stopped tickling. Someone was outside the room, and she wondered who it was. “What is it?” she called out.
“Hey, is Rita in there? A customer wanted to see her.” Diane’s voice asked outside the door.
“She is in here, but not able to come outside yet. We are not even open yet, so who is asking for her?” Marge asked. The show didn’t begin for another 30 minutes, so she was curious as to why a customer was there.
UP NEXT: Marge continues her punishment and, to catch a thief?
Ok fans, how did you like this chapter? Poor Donna was broken and may never be the same again. She is such a fun character to write about. Where she deserves what she had coming, but at the same time, she is still a victim. Things are picking up as we are at the halfway point and the conclusion will be epic! Thank you for all of your support and your comments are most encouraged and welcomed!
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PART 11
Marge was really delighted by what she was witnessing. Donna was in sheer agony, and she really loved it. She just looked at the helpless woman. She saw her naked breasts. She saw her stomach and her groin. She saw that shoe and stocking still covering the left foot. She saw Donna’s neck clearly since her head was up and looking at the ceiling. This was a very sweet moment for her. The tickle destruction of Donna Prescott was in full gear, and she couldn’t wait to tear an orgasm out of this woman to finish her off. “Poor Donna. Nowhere to hide. Nowhere to run. Just tickled. Over and over her sweet body. I love that you have ticklish feet. I bet we could tickle them all night and turn you into a zombie. Hehehe” she teased.
Ingrid was enjoying herself as her fingers zipped up and down the narrow sole. She moved her fingers towards the arch and circled them there. She wanted to touch every single inch of that skin and try to find the weakest ticklish spot on the foot. It was still unbelievable to her that she was tickling the foot of a woman everyone in the room despised. She could have tickled her before inside her home, but after tormenting Becky and Donna giving up the location of the jewelry so quickly, she had to leave. Now, she could torture the feet for as long as she wanted or until Marge stopped her. Her eyes went wide when the foot was shaking and twirling in Diane’s grasp. She wondered if they should tie Donna down, so the foot could be immobile. This was a very ticklish foot and torturing it would be a very good time. She saw those toes desperately curling, and the wrinkles on the sole becoming more pronounced as the foot was trying to defend itself.
Donna continued to scream in hysterics as she felt her foot being tormented. She tried to move her foot around as much as possible, but those fingers continued to tickle the bottom of her trapped foot. It was such a horrible feeling knowing that even though she escaped from it before, that same thief that tortured Becky right in front of her was now tickling her foot. They didn’t show her any mercy so far, and she panicked because she knew they were probably not going to show mercy now. She then squealed when the fingers made it to the ball of her sensitive foot and she felt something grabbing her toes, which held her foot still. She felt fingers moving very fast right in the center of the ball of her foot and it tickled. It tickled her a lot. She shut her eyes and even though she was laughing, she also had tears streaming down her face. The toe grabbing even tickled her a lot. She didn’t know what to do anymore. She begged as hard as she could, but they were all intent on torturing her. She started to break down emotionally and hoped that someone, anyone at this point would save her. The more her foot was tickled, the worse it seemed to get.
Marge looked at Donna suffering and she felt her nipples stiffening. She truly enjoyed watching her suffer. She loved the fact she was naked and helpless. She thought about what she wanted to do for the ultimate humiliation and once Ingrid got her fill of tickling the feet, she would tickle the still covered left foot, then go after the most personal spot on Donna’s body. She wanted to humiliate this woman completely and destroy her forever. She looked at the small nipples and saw how stiff they were. Watching Donna have a forced orgasm would definitely be a sight to see. “Ingrid, I don’t think you are tickling her foot hard enough. I thought you could do better. Hehehe” she playfully taunted her resident thief.
Ingrid grinned when she heard that challenge. She loved how Marge wanted to have Donna suffer. She accepted the challenge and looked at Donna’s helpless foot. The skin was creamy still and she wanted to see some pink skin, so she pressed her fingers into the flesh and raked her fingers from the heel, through the arch, and off the ball of the foot. She felt the foot struggling to get free, but with her holding the toes with her hand, and Diane holding the ankle, the foot was made helpless, and she continued to rake her fingers into the foot. She could see the pink lines forming and Donna’s horrific screaming really made her happy. She wanted to make sure this woman felt everything. She wanted her to suffer so much. She moved her fingers back into the arch and near the instep. From experience tickling the feet of her victims, the arch instep area was usually a great spot for sensitivity. She then started to flutter her fingers across the instep and felt that foot desperately trying to get itself free. “Hehehe Does this tickle, Donna? Does it? I can’t tell. Tell me or I will just keep tickling!” she demanded.
Donna felt those fingers pressing into her foot and it drove her wild. Every single nerve ending in her foot was being stimulated and it made her go into silent laughter. She couldn’t handle this kind of intensity. It was why she gave up the ruby. Her feet were always hyper-sensitive. She never wanted anyone to touch her feet because they were too sensitive, and she would lose her mind. She didn’t even want foot massages. That ticklish fear made her give up her father’s precious ruby and now she was getting tortured by the same woman that almost tickled her before. She heard what the thief was telling her, and she would literally tell her anything, but she could not speak. She was in silent laughter, and she couldn’t speak.
“Won’t answer me, huh? Well, I guess I just have to……TICKLE! Hahahahahaha” Ingrid yelled as she continued to tickle the arch and instep area. She made light traces on the instep, then moved her finger back to the ball of the foot. The foot was not moving as much, and she also knew Donna was in silent laughter. That made her extremely happy because the woman was truly in a space where the torture was most extreme. She then thought about the toes she was holding. She wondered just how sensitive they were. The woman she tickled earlier tonight had some really sensitive toes and now it was time to play with Donna’s. She let go of the toes and used her left hand to grip the top of the trapped foot. She saw those helpless long toes right there before her and she used the tip of her right index finger to stroke right on the undersides of those toes. The toes immediately started to react, and she heard that gasp, then another round of hysterical laughter. She loved how Donna’s voice returned between that break from tickling the foot, to shifting her hand position and going after the toes. She liked touching the pads of the toes and even though they were wiggling, they appeared to be tiring and were very vulnerable to her tickling attacks. “Hehehe she has ticklish toes y’all!” she laughed.
Rita was amazed at how ticklish Donna’s foot was. She had a feeling she was very ticklish before the potion, and now the potion was really amplifying everything. It was still weird seeing Donna suffering this much, and she wanted to maintain her anger towards her. This torture made her see Donna in a new light, however. Even though she was a bitch and irritated just about everyone in town, she was still human with feelings and sensitivities. Seeing her stripped naked and seeing how embarrassed and ashamed she was made her see Donna as another human being. She wondered just how much this woman could take. They were ruthlessly tickling her everywhere and even trying to get her to admit something that she probably wasn’t, which was a lesbian. She knew when this was all over, Donna would never be the same again.
Marge loved seeing the look of sheer agony on Donna’s face. She watched as she saw her tears falling and how her breasts were shaking as Ingrid tickled the foot. She loved seeing how much fun her dancers were having and wondered what the ladies hiding in the shadows were thinking. She hoped this would impress them, especially the blond assassin. She loved how the other slave Alice was tortured and wished she was here to witness that moment. Ingrid told her what they did to her, and it was impressive. What was really satisfying was knowing that Donna was going to be out of her life once and for all. Her eyes then looked down towards that left foot and figured it was time to torture that one. She wanted this honor. She wanted to touch this woman’s foot and drive her to insanity or at the minimum, total submission. She walked behind Donna’s frame and saw Ingrid tickling those sweet, long toes. She patted her on her back and smiled. “Ok, let her foot go. It is my turn to have some fun. Diane, can you grab her left foot and present it to me. I want to remove her shoe. Hehehe” she instructed.
“Gladly!” Diane shouted in excitement. She let go of the right ankle and then reached over and grabbed the left one. She lifted it up and noticed that Donna’s body started to sag. The right foot was back on the ground, but since Donna was so tired, she could barely stand on that right leg. She then looked at the upturned sole of the shoe and got excited knowing her boss was going to tickle the living nightmare out of it. “Here you go!” she smiled.
Marge looked at the upturned shoe and smiled. She tapped her fingertips together and licked her lips. She then reached her hands forward and placed them on the heel of the shoe. She started to tug on that heel, and it started to come off the foot. She heard that popping sound and soon, she saw the black stockinged covered heel. The shoe then slid down the length of the sole and with a quick tug, the shoe came off and now, that stockinged sole was exposed. She was excited because she knew that after being in that shoe for a while, the foot was going to be very warm and sensitive. She casually tossed the shoe over her shoulder and then reached towards the warm foot. She could feel it flinching already and it filled her body with lust and excitement. She then used her fingers like pincers and started to stretch the stocking and pull it apart. Soon, a hole appeared, and she smiled. She wanted to rip this stocking open and expose that foot. She saw the creamy skin of the sole and grinned. “Well, well, well. Look what we have here. Another ticklish foot to be played with! Donna? Oh, Donna? Ready for your foot to be tickled?” she asked teasingly.
Donna felt herself slumping and her arms were becoming strained. Her right leg could barely hold her up and when she felt her left shoe coming off, she started to cry again knowing her other foot was about to be tortured. She barely survived her right foot suffering, and now the torture was going to continue. She felt her stocking getting ripped open and the sound of it really unnerved her. The mental aspect of this torture really broke her, and she just kept crying. She heard Marge taunting her and that made her cry more. “Please… leave me alone. I can’t take this anymore. Please…..let me go. I am sorry, Marge. I am sorry….” she whimpered as the tears continued to fall.
“I am not going to let you go. You seem to forget you trollop, that you are going to be a sex slave. Your crying is wonderful, but I want to hear you scream again. Tell me, does this tickle?” Marge asked, then took the fingernail of her index finger and placed it right on the top of the heel and slowly dragged it down the length of the foot. She saw what Ingrid was doing, so she used one hand to hold the foot, while the other dragged a nail right down the foot. She liked how tender the flesh was and what really got her excited was that shrill laughter that came from the foot’s owner. She loved how loud Donna was wailing away as her nail tickled the foot. Ingrid had trimmed nails, but hers was longer, so she could really wreak havoc on this sensitive foot. She saw a pink line trailing the path of her nail and could feel that foot desperately trying to get itself free. When the nail hit the arch, she felt Donna’s entire body jumping up and down in ticklish agony. When it got to the center of the arch, she heard that banshee-like scream and she shivered. She loved how ticklish this foot was and wanted to torture this woman forever. The nail made it towards the top of the arch, and she kept hearing Donna in agonizing laughter. “I bet this really tickles. Hehehe” she teased.
Donna felt that nail on her arch and she couldn’t take it. The tickling of her right foot was bad, but with the nail on her foot, she could feel it tracing a cruel path on her tender, sensitive foot. She couldn’t even move her foot out of the way, and that troubled her. The feeling she had from the tickling of her arch made her body convulse and she didn’t know what else to do. She was surprised she still had a voice after all the screaming and laughing. She had never felt anything like this before and prayed it would end. She was tired, sad, and barely conscious after this entire ordeal. They were truly tickling her everywhere and also completely humiliating her. She figured she landed in Hell somewhere and there would be no escape.
Marge continued to tickle the foot she was holding with such joy in her heart. She loved the sounds Donna was making as her nail continued to touch that tender, sensitive foot. She now made circles on the ball of the foot with her nail and loved how much agony her prisoner was surely in. She liked how her nail sank into the flesh. She saw the skin turning a little pink and she wanted to just keep tormenting her. The nail then stopped and then did a zig zag motion across the ball of the foot and she heard another squeal coming from Donna. Then she started to get really excited. She looked at the rest of the sole and wondered what would happen once she dragged all her nails across that foot. She figured that she might as well not wait and placed her fingers in a claw like fashion, then took the tips of her nails and planted them on the hell. Then, she slowly dragged those nails down the length of the foot and truly loved the reaction. The foot did everything it could to get out of her grasp, but she did not let go. She heard that banshee-like scream again and it made her feel happy. “Hehehehe suffer. I want you to suffer….” she said in a calm voice.
La Diabla stood there in the shadows watching these women torment the helpless prisoner. She heard all the screaming and knew that woman had to be suffering. It appeared that the burlesque dancers really despised this woman and wanted to completely torture her. She knew what they felt like. She wanted to do that with Priscilla. She managed to torment the blond woman twice, but once again, somehow that woman managed to anger her. She wanted her to suffer just like the woman getting tickled right now. She saw how they were tickling the woman’s feet and wished she could do it to Priscilla before she ended her life. She didn’t get to tickle Priscilla’s feet the last time she tortured her because Darby was doing it. She looked to her left again and saw the blond assassin staring at the victim. She wanted to size her up in case she had to fight her. She wanted to figure out a way to get out from this assignment, find her mother, and wipe out Priscilla. She did not want to be part of a sex trafficking ring. She then heard one last scream, and she winced a little. The naked woman was screaming about her toes and that must have been where the torture went.
Marge loved hearing Donna screaming about her toes as her nails tickled the tender undersides of the digits. She loved how long the toes were. The undersides were very pale and very soft. She really enjoyed the fact that the toes did not crunch together, which meant that Donna was on the verge of a physical collapse. She loved it when her victims surrendered themselves. She moved her nails to the spaces between the toes and loved how the body was convulsing. She looked over and saw Ingrid staring at her with the biggest smile. She always adored that tiny woman and she giggled when she saw the thumbs up from her. “I am doing a good job?” she asked.
“Yes! I love it! Your nails are destroying her. Hehehehe Doesn’t she have some cute toes?” Ingrid asked. She was truly enjoying watching her boss tickle that helpless left foot. She noticed that Donna’s body was sagging even more, which meant she was physically spent. She knew that in that state, there was nothing that Donna could do for them to completely ravish her body. The woman was broken and because of who she was, it was a great moment for all of them.
“Yes, she does have some cute toes. She surprised me. I thought she was just an ugly bitch the entire time. Her mouth is foul, and her heart is black. But physically? She looks much better than I ever imagined. Her tits are perfect. She is in good shape. We can obviously tell her lungs are healthy, her ass is shapely, her feet delicate, and I am sure her pussy will be……amazing. Speaking of which, we should take a look at it. Let’s get her ready to become the ***** she was destined to be.” Marge said, then released the foot. She then stood up straight and saw how Diane let go of the ankle, so now her prisoner was on her two feet, but sagging her body. She wondered if Donna was experiencing soreness in her arms because she could barely stand and the arms were being stretched. She then headed to the front of the body and saw just how sweaty and exhausted she looked. She saw her head slumping and could hear those residual laughs but also those cries of agony. She lifted Donna’s head up and saw her very wet and red eyes and saw her sweaty her face was. Her hair was a mess and barely held up in its bun. That made her want to see what happens when her hair was completely loose. She reached towards the bun and removed the pin. The hair fell apart and now was loose and hanging down. The brown hair was pretty long, as it reached towards the spot between the shoulder blades. The hair was sweaty, and Donna looked like she was in ruins. “Hehehe so good to see you like this. Such a mess. You have suffered, but guess what? I am going to make you feel good…..” she told her.
Donna felt herself breathing heavily and her body ached. She still felt tingles all over her body and she also noticed her lust was also still flowing. She wished she could just pass out. She felt the strain on her arms and her legs were very weak. She felt her hair coming loose and now she was in her natural state. She felt her head being lifted and saw that look of a victor staring at her. If Marge’s goal was to make her truly suffer and regret her actions, she accomplished that. All she wanted to do was to be free and go home. “Please Marge…..I don’t want this anymore…..please….you have to let me go.” she whimpered.
“You are never being let go, so you might as well stop telling me that. Hey, it is time for you to lay down and feel good.” Marge told her. She then looked at her dancers and motioned her hand to set Donna free. The plan was to move her to the nearby table and tie her down. It was time to truly finish Donna off and send her into a new life of misery. She watched as they held up the body, then managed to get the arms free. She saw Donna slumping in Rita and Diane’s arms. She watched as Ingrid lifted up the feet, and they were headed over to the table. She felt a pep in her step because ruining Donna’s life was such a joy. She started to rub her hands as her dancers put Donna on that table and then loved it when they spread her legs very wide and tied the ankles down. She saw the exposed pussy and she licked her lips. She could see the pink center and admired the look. It still blew her mind that Donna had such a nice body. It would definitely fetch a high price for her and her business partners. Marge saw the hands being tied down and now Donna was completely vulnerable. Her pussy was completely exposed, and she knew this was truly going to break this woman’s spirit forever. “Hehehe comfortable? I can see your pussy now. It is a BEAUTIFUL pussy too.” she teased.
Donna felt great shame when she heard Marge talking about her most special place. She felt so helpless when the others got her free from her position hanging and carried her over to the table. She did not resist when they opened her legs and tied her down. She was so mentally fragile at the moment, and her body was exhausted. Now, she knew her very center of her body’s being was open for display and anyone could see her privacy. That broke her heart, and she started to cry. “Why? Why do you sob keep doing this to me?” she cried.
“Because you deserve it. Now, time for us to get you ready. Ladies, I think it is time to shave her. That’s what this Priscilla Montenegro wants. She wants all of her sex slaves to have shaved pussies. Let’s get to it.” Marge commanded. She then watched as Ingrid went back into the shadows of the room. She smiled when she saw her come back out with a bowl of shaving cream and a razor. She walked over to Donna’s face and smiled. “If I were you, I would hold perfectly still.” she told her.
Donna began to cry harder when she heard what was about to happen. They were going to shave off her pubic hair, which would completely expose her vagina. She felt the clump of cream hitting her pubic area and she winced. She was still so very sensitive to touch and then felt the cream being massaged into her hair. She thought she had reached the most humiliating moment of her life when the hole in her ass was tickled, but this one was definitely much worse. She felt that massage and knew she was doomed. She just let herself cry. There was nothing else she could do, and her emotions were crushed.
Rita watched as Ingrid massaged the shaving cream into that pubic hair. She did think it was a little erotic but that crying started to bother her. She saw Donna at her absolute worst moment of her life. The sound of that crying was that of someone who was broken and humiliated. She despised Donna a lot. But she started to feel a little sorry for her at the moment. It just seemed a little sad that this proud woman was now reduced to a crying, ticklish, and embarrassed woman who was physically, emotionally and mentally destroyed. She watched as Ingrid started to shave the pubic hairs off and that was enjoyable. She heard those cries again and now she felt conflicted. There was something very sad about those cries. They were the cries of a destroyed woman. She heard the constant questions of “why?” coming from her and she felt a little bad for her. She knew if this happened to her, she would also be quite destroyed. Rita thought about Donna’s fate. The woman was annoying and arrogant, but her fate was still sad. It was bad when Alice the innocent 18-year-old she helped break was being prepared to a life of sex slavery. Now, it was bad that Donna was going to meet the same fate. She knew she couldn’t stop this from happening and she was also surprised she had some empathy from the woman who made their lives much harder.
“There!!! Her pussy is clean as a whistle! Hehee” Ingrid said with enthusiasm. It was such a great moment to shave Donna. After watching Sylvia do that to Phoebe Wellington and Alice, she wanted to make sure she did a great job as well. She liked how the cream came off the body, filled with those brown pubic hairs. Once she finished with the razor, she wiped the area clean with a moist towel. She saw the completely naked pussy and she wondered what Marge was going to do to it.
Marge looked at the naked pussy and smiled. She loved how clean and smooth the groin looked and it was time to play with that vagina. She heard those cries from Donna and felt that they were pathetic. She had earned this treatment, and it was time to perform the ultimate humiliation. “Ok ladies, it is pussy time! Hehehe Can I have a feather please?” she asked.
Diane heard that instruction and handed the feather she used on the ass to Marge. She was really excited to see some pussy play and hope to see Donna with a huge orgasm forced out of her body. “Here you go. Make that pussy of hers suffer.” she said.
Marge held up the feather and smiled. She twirled it a little between her thumb and index finger and looked at the helpless and exposed mound. She got closer to the area and then took the tip of the feather and gently stroked it where the pubic hair once was. She loved how the entire groin area moved around and that made her smile. It appeared that the potion was still in effect and torturing the pussy was going to be a lot of fun. She stroked it again in that area and she saw the pussy really moving around. “heheheeh see how she reacted? I think Donna Prescott has a………ticklish pussy. Hehehe. Does this tickle?” she teased.
Donna felt that feather touching her groin area, and it tickled a lot more than she ever thought Her body was so responsive to touch that anything would probably tickle her at this point. She still felt horrible that her womanhood was exposed and she couldn’t do anything to stop Marge from tickling her there. She never knew her vagina could be ticklish, and her fear skyrocketed again. “PLEASE!!!! DON’T FEATHER ME THERE!!!!” she begged.
Marge smiled as she swiped the feather all over the groin area. She loved how the fronds would slide against that pale smooth skin. She saw the body twisting and moving around. She loved the reaction Donna was giving her. She was delighted that this area was quite sensitive and tickling Donna here would be a fun thing to do, as well as torture the woman. She could see those pussy lips helplessly awaiting their torment. She wondered how long it would take to make her prisoner cum. For someone like Donna, having an orgasm forced from her body would be the ultimate humiliation. “Hehehehe admit it! You like this feather tickling you there. I know it feels good. It is ok for you to admit it.” she taunted.
“NO PLEASE!!!! DON’T FEATHER ME THERE!!! PLEASE!!!!” Donna screamed as the feather continued to tease her there. She felt the ticklish sensations increasing and she did not want to laugh. Her throat was sore already, and her lungs were burning. She felt very emotional because her privates were very exposed and all these women were leering at her. She wanted to cover her face as she felt very ashamed, but she was still helplessly tied down. The feather started to get closer to her most private spot and it really started to tickle. These women were finding spots on her body that she never knew tickled. Her breasts, ass and pussy were all being tickled and it stunned her. She felt emotional because they just would not stop. “Hehehehehe STOP!!! THAT TICKLES!!!! Marge!!! Hehehe Marge!!!! What do you want me to do to hehehehe stop you tickling me there?!” she begged.
Marge paused her feather teasing and mulled Donna’s words. She knew this was the last gasp from her victim and she wanted to truly break her heart. A thought came to her mind and knew that once she told Donna, the arrogant woman would surely break. She waved her feather in the air and looked right at that terrified face. “What do I want you to do to stop me from tickling that sweet looking pussy of yours? How about this? I will stop teasing you if you eat MY pussy! That’s right. I want that big mouth of yours on my pussy and you eat me until I cum all over your face. Sounds good?” she told her.
Donna’s eyes bugged out of her head when she heard the offer. She was stunned and her breath left her body. The thought of performing oral sex on another woman blew her mind away because she would never engage in anything like that. Hearing that offer broke her heart. They wanted to torture her. They wanted to break her. They wanted to humiliate her in the worst kind of way. Tears filled her eyes as she realized her fate was sealed. “Marge…..you sob can’t mean that. Please….not that.” she started to cry.
“Someone’s pussy will be creamed right now. It is either mine, or yours. I guess you made your choice. Let’s get you creamy. Hehehehe” Marge told her. She heard that emotion in her voice and knew she really got into her soul. She started to move her feather towards that helpless mound, and it was time to finish Donna off. She looked at Diane and Ingrid and smiled. “Hey, I want you two to tickle her feet while I tickle her pussy. Rita, feather her breasts please. Time to break her once and for all.” she instructed.
Ingrid nearly leapt towards the helpless right foot when she heard that instruction. It was time to finally push Donna over the edge and break her completely. She saw that long narrow foot and licked her lips. She heard that soft crying and wanted to keep tormenting this woman. She looked at the helpless face and winked. “Hehehehe there is no escape! I am going to tickle your feet until you squirt your juices! Hahahaha” she told her with an evil laugh.
Diane walked towards the left foot and wiggled her fingers. She really liked Marge’s idea where they would all join together to finish Donna. The woman they despised was finally getting hers and it was such a soothing feeling for her. She placed her hands on the helpless left foot and felt how soft it was. She felt it trembling in her grasp and couldn’t wait to get started. “Yeah, it is time we tickle her so bad, she will never forget this moment for the rest of her life. Hehehe” she giggled.
Rita heard the instructions and knew she had to get a feather. She walked away from the table area and back into the shadows. She saw how La Diabla, Sylvia, Pilar and Maria were standing there in awe, and it made her smile. She went over to a table that was against the wall and found another feather. She chose a fluffy red one that was perfect for tickling nipples. She headed out of the shadows and back to the table. She was now by Donna’s head and saw those naked breasts quivering. She then looked at the face and she paused. She could see the look of pure sadness on that face. The tears were flowing freely, and the face was flushed. She heard that crying and for some reason, it started to affect her. She tried to fight off her empathetic feelings before, but there was just something about Donna crying right now that tugged at her heart. She knew this woman was truly going through the worst nightmare she ever experienced. She knew how “prim and proper” Donna was and to be naked and exposed like she was had to be terrible. She knew that to be forced to orgasm was one of the most embarrassing things that could happen to someone. The sadness of her eyes started to make her wonder if they were going too far. She took a deep breath and tried to focus on her job. Rita hated Donna, but she still felt a little bad for the woman who was obviously a broken human being at this point. She looked over at her peers and they were ready to push this woman into hysteria. She then started to stroke the feather against the nipples and saw the body immediately reacting. “She is done for….” she thought to herself.
Marge saw the feathering of the nipples and then she saw both Ingrid and Diane starting their foot tickling attack. Her eyes went back to that helpless shaven pussy, and she stroked the feather against it. She heard that hissing sound, mixed with giggles and knew she touched a very responsive spot. She started to flutter the feather against the mound and the hips started to grind. Now the laughter started to increase, and she feathered a little faster. “hehehe look who has a ticklish pussy! Hehehe Donna Prescott has a TICKLISH PUSSY!!!” she shouted so that Donna could hear her.
Donna started to laugh harder as she felt those fingers on her feet. Her worst ticklish spot was being touched, and she also felt the soft touch of feathers on her nipples and on her womanhood. The conflicting feelings were making her mind spin because she didn’t know what to do. The tickling was very strong, and she just let her laughter flow. The nipple feathering and pussy feathering were making her very aroused, and she wanted to moan, but kept laughing. She had no idea what to think or feel at this moment. They ignored her and she screamed for her life. “HAHAHAHAHAHA HELP MEEEEEEEEE!!! SOMEBODY HAHAHAHAHAHAHA HELP MEEEEEE!!!” she screamed.
“There is NO ONE that will help you bitch!!! You deserve this! You are going to cum for me whether you like it or not. You are mine you tramp! Your body is no longer yours. IT BELONGS TO ME!!! Until I sell you….” Marge yelled back. She wanted to make Donna feel completely hopeless. She wanted to crush every single ounce of dignity and free will out of her. She felt her anger rising again remembered how often this same woman made her days miserable. Now, she was letting it all out and wanted to make this moment hers. “Hey, stop tickling her. I want this. I want to break her once and for all. I want her pussy to realize I own it.” she instructed.
Rita heard the orders and moved her feather away. She could tell by the tone of Marge’s voice that she wanted to destroy this woman. Once the tickling of the feet stopped, she looked at Donna’s face. It was drenched in sweat, and she was even drooling her saliva out. Her hair was a mess, and her eyes were very red. She started to sound like a wounded animal awaiting death with those whining sounds. She heard the crying and now she really started to feel some sympathy. She knew Donna deserved some retribution, but now it seemed like Marge was trying to completely destroy her. She kept staring at that face and how hopeless it looked. “I can’t believe I feel bad for her.” she thought to herself.
Donna felt the feathering of her nipples stopping and the hands were off her feet. She laid there completely spent. Her body was on fire as every single nerve ending was tingling. Her nipples were very hard, and she felt that liquid lust between her legs. Her mind was racing, trying to comprehend why Marge had to be so cruel to her. She kind of understood why they didn’t like her, but she wondered why they had to go to this extreme. Her feelings were shattered, and she felt completely hopeless. Then she felt that feather sliding against her pussy again. The way the feather slid between the labia set off a sexual fire within her. That made her feel even worse because they were going to force her to feel sexual feelings. She looked at Marge and wanted to beg her one last time not to do this to her body. “Marge…please….find it within your…heart to….leave me alone. I am sorry. I….I want the torture to stop. Please Marge…..Please…sob I really can’t sob take it anymore…..” she whimpered as her tears started to flow again.
“Does it look like I care? You deserve this, you bitch. I told you I was going to break you and once I do, your life is over. You will never see your family again. You will never see anyone in Plotsville again. You deserve to suffer. You truly are evil, and I am going to make you regret EVER bothering me and my establishment. Now, give me your orgasm. I want your orgasm. GIVE IT TO ME YOU *****!” Marge yelled, then resumed the feathering. She could feel her emotions turning into rage as she just wanted to punish this woman. This was far worse than any victim she played with, but this was no ordinary victim. This was the town nuisance, and she wanted to make sure she never bothered anyone ever again. She slid the feather faster on the pussy and she saw the hips grinding. Whether Donna wanted it or not, she knew her body was done for, and she wanted that prize. She moved the feather faster and the laughter started to return. The crying did not bother her at all, and she loved that laughter coming. “That’s right. Laugh for me.” she taunted.
Donna heard those cruel words towards her, and it smashed her heart. There would be no mercy. There would be no forgiveness. She was going to be tortured, and no one was coming to save her. The thought of never seeing her family again crushed her. The thought of her being some sexual toy crushed her. She closed her eyes and just surrendered herself. Her heart was broken and now she knew her life was never going to be the same again. She resisted struggling and just let herself go from heartbreak. The feather was touching her vagina and now the sexual feelings were building up. It felt amazing but her mind was depressed. The feather was stimulating all of her sexual feelings, and she didn’t want to fight anymore. She just wanted this to all end and just give Marge what she wanted and prayed it would be all over. She groaned when she felt her pussy lips being spread opened, then gasped when she felt the feather’s fronds now stroking her pink insides. Her body absolutely loved that feeling and she continued to give herself up.
Marge loved feathering the pussy. She wanted to send as many ticklish feelings as possible throughout the groin area. She could hear Donna moaning and giggling at the same time. She noticed that her prisoner was no longer wiggling around. It appeared that she just let herself go and she felt happy. She felt very pleased that Donna appeared to be giving up. That meant she could tear an orgasm out of this woman and conquer her. She had used her fingers to open the pussy up and really enjoyed looking at the delicate pink interior of the pussy. She slowed the feather sawing down and now focused on the clit. She could see that clit hiding in its hood, and it was time to play with it. She slowly fluttered the feather off that button, and she saw the pussy flinching. She amused herself by thinking that no person, man or woman, ever did this to Donna. She was probably experiencing this kind of pleasure for the first time in her life. Marge even considered using her tongue to taste Donna but decided against it. She just wanted to tear the orgasm out, not make Donna fall in love with her because of her tongue skills. She started to slide the feather a little harder on that clit, trying everything she could to send this woman into a sexual frenzy. “I bet this feels really good. Let it out, you miserable bitch. Give it to me. You are all……mine.” she whispered.
Donna was in agony within her mind. The feathering felt incredibly good since she never experienced this type of pleasure before. When she did have sex with a man, he just stuck his member inside and when he was done, it was over. It felt nice, but she felt something missing. She figured that was just how sex went and that was it. Even though she truly hated being in this position, her body loved the sensations at the moment. The feather on her most private spot tickled her, but it also sent incredible sensations throughout her entire body. Sensations that felt powerful and so pleasurable. The way the feather was sliding against her clit really sent her into a sexual frenzy and her sexual instincts took over. It was a very surreal feeling for her. She hated being dominated and her mind was in anguish. Her heart was broken, and she felt so submissive. The sexual tension continued to build, and she opened her eyes. She saw Rita looking back at her and she felt shame again. She closed her eyes again and just continued to endure the feather tickling on her clit.
Rita saw the look Donna gave her, and she felt bad for her. It was a look of surrender and knew it was about to be over for her. She looked at Marge feathering the clit and she always loved the precision of it all. Marge knew her way around a woman’s body and knew Donna didn’t stand a chance. She was going to have an orgasm period. She looked at her fellow dancers and they seemed so happy. She knew she should feel happy too, but it was kind of sad to see another woman suffering like this and becoming a sex slave. She remembered the look on Alice’s face when she was broken, and it was something she would never forget. She then heard that loud moaning and knew the orgasm was imminent.
Donna let out a very loud moan as her body reacted to the consistent feathering of her clit. She was definitely losing the battle and her body craved release. After the ordeal it had gone through, her body loved this pleasure. It craved it and wanted to explode. As she felt the feather swirling and teasing her clit, she started to feel something she never felt before. The pangs of an orgasm had started. She had masturbated herself in private before but never felt an orgasm from another person. She did not have an orgasm in the one sexual encounter she had with that guy, and now it was about to happen. She started to curl her toes, and she could not stop her body from enjoying the moment. Her mind forgot about the hell she had been through and just wanted to feel that orgasm happen. The tidal wave of emotion and sexual pleasure started to crest and with the strong feathering it, it finally pushed her over the edge and into orgasmic bliss. “OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM” she moaned loudly as the orgasm crashed through her body.
Marge smiled when she heard that loud moan coming from Donna. She could tell she just had a big orgasm, and she felt a sense of pride. She had just ripped an orgasm out of this woman and had sexually conquered her. She wanted to shout in joy. She wanted to let out of her own emotions because destroying Donna was one of the sweetest moments she ever experienced in life. She broke the woman. She conquered the woman. Donna was never going to be the same and she felt like her revenge was fulfilled. She heard the soft mewling of her prisoner, and it was time to rub it in. She moved herself towards Donna’s head and saw that look of sheer erotic pleasure on it. She saw how messy her face looked, and it was a sweet moment. She then felt the urge to celebrate. She felt the urge to ruin this woman’s life. She got her face close to Donna’s and waited for her to open her eyes. Once she did, she grinned. “Good job!!! You just creamed yourself! Hehehehe Looks like Donna Prescott had an orgasm. Hehehe YOU ARE A BITCH! YOU ARE A *****! Hahahahaha” she laughed.
Donna heard those words yelled at her and she got really emotional. She realized that Marge had made her cum, and she couldn’t stop it. She felt terrible about it because another woman forced her body to do something she would have never allowed before. Her heart was aching and now that she orgasmed in front of everyone. Her emotions started to take over and she was devastated. “Leave me alone. sob how could you do that to me? sob how could you be so cruel?” she cried.
“YOU ARE A *****!!! A FILTHY *****!!! I should have known! I think that is why you were always berating us. You wanted to be the town *****! You thought we were trying to take the job of who you really are. A TRAMP! A *****! A SNIVELING PATHETIC BITCH!!!! YOU DESERVE THIS, *****!!!!” Marge yelled as loudly as she could. She heard Donna crying and it fueled her rage. She wanted to just keep tearing into her. She wanted no mercy towards this woman. She wanted to ruin her life forever and let it all hang out.
“Leave me alone…..leave me alone…..” Donna cried as she heard those cruel words yelled at her. She felt so helpless and weak. She knew Marge hated her and the constant insults truly got deep into her soul. She wished she could just crawl into a hole and never be seen again. The more Marge yelled at her, the worse her cries became. She knew she would never be the same again.
Rita heard Marge yelling at Donna and she understood why. Marge was the angriest towards the woman because of how she affected the business. She also knew it was very personal. Marge was very protective of her girls and Donna had really upset everyone. She could hear the yelling, and she heard the hysterical cries. Donna was no longer that nasty, arrogant, snobby woman. She was a crying wreck of a woman, and her life was never going to be the same again. The sounds of that crying really struck her heartstrings. She was no longer a threat. She was now a helpless victim, destined for a life of absolute misery as a sex slave to someone else. She went over to Marge and started to pull her away. The scene was getting very sad, and she had to pull her boss away. “Hey, I think she is finished. Come on, we won.” she told her.
Marge was stunned that she was being pulled away by Rita. She looked at her top dancer with shock and surprise. “Why are you pulling me away? I am not done tormenting that bitch!” she demanded.
“Marge, listen to her. She has had enough. You broke her. She will never be the same again. Just relax and enjoy the moment.” Rita said in a soothing voice. She heard that very sad and hysterical crying and just wanted to end this entire scene. That crying really bothered her and it was time for them to move on.
“You want to show that ***** mercy? Rita! She has been a major pain in our asses since we first saw her. I broke the bitch, but I want her to keep suffering! SHE DESERVES IT!!!” Marge yelled. She heard Donna’s cries, and she felt energized by it. She just wanted to keep pouring it on, and now her dancer was trying to take that away from her. She started to get angry about it. “Rita!!! Let me finish her forever! I want to tear another orgasm out of her!!! She deserves to be in Hell!!” she yelled.
“Marge, stop it! it’s over! Come on, she has had enough! She is done for and never will be a problem for us ever again.” Rita said, trying to calm her boss down. She managed to push Marge far enough away from Donna’s tied body and hoped she would calm down. She then saw Sylvia come into the light and she was applauding.
“That was GREAT!!! Hahahaha You ladies destroyed that bitch! Listen to her! She is so pathetic. Yeah, she is definitely done for. Hehehe” Sylvia grinned. She really enjoyed the energy behind the torture. She knew this was more personal than business and was happy to see how Marge wanted to keep torturing Donna. She did agree that they needed to end the scene and get Donna over into her new quarters. She went up to Marge and put a hand on her shoulder. “You did great. That bitch is done for. I think she is the most broken of all the women we have so far. Let’s not overdo it. The clients that would be interested in purchasing her do not want an overly emotional woman. So, this is a good stopping point.” she told her.
“Yes, listen to her. We got her. We got her good. Come on, let’s go celebrate while they toss her away. It is ok, Marge.” Rita said in a calm voice. She was happy that Sylvia had sided with her to calm her boss down. She then saw the rest of the ladies coming out of the shadows and they were all happy.
“Hehehe yes, let’s go have a drink to our success! I think we deserve it. I will have Pilar and Maria take that mess of a woman to her holding cell and we will enjoy the rest of the night. Tomorrow, we are hunting for more victims. Ladies, this is the beginning of a very lucrative business!” Sylvia said, then started to head out of the room. She loved what she witnessed and couldn’t wait to send a message to Priscilla that she could start to plan the auction soon.
La Diabla witnessed the entire destruction of Donna and had mixed feelings. She didn’t know the woman or didn’t care for her, but she also felt bad for her because of her pending fate. She wished she was not at this location, but she had to do what she had to do. She was happy she didn’t have to provide any care for the slaves. She was just going to be an enforcer and make sure the slaves were in check. She wondered if she would have to torture any of the new ones coming in. She prayed that she wouldn’t have to but had to be ready for it. She saw a grinning Sylvia and wondered what she had in mind. “What am I supposed to do now?” she asked.
“Just celebrate with us. That woman is definitely finished. Tomorrow, we will plot out your assignments and get ready. There is a festival coming soon in Plotsville, which will give us plenty of opportunities for more victims. Besides, there is one special victim that I want, and I think you will enjoy it as well. Hahaha” Sylvia told her. She couldn’t wait until she captured Deputy Darby and tortured her. Now that Marge had set the bar, she had to be better. She wanted to make Darby more miserable than Donna. She also figured that when she finally tortures her, she will have La Diabla help her. That would be the ultimate revenge against both of them for defeating her bounty hunter friends. She walked out of the room and got ready for some fun with the others. This was a very successful day, and she wanted to enjoy the spoils of victory!
Marge was headed to the dining area with everyone else when she saw her bouncer Karla approaching her. She saw the smile on Karla’s face and that made her smile. She was still trying to savor the destruction of Donna Prescott, and her adrenaline was still flowing. She did have one thought in her mind, which was why did Rita want her to stop tormenting Donna. She wondered if her best dancer had sympathy for the woman; they all were supposed to despise. She looked at Karla and then gave her a gentle pat on the shoulder. “Hello, my friend. What a night this is!” she said with a gleam in her eye.
“Yes, I heard all the screaming. Hahaha we should have known that with her big mouth, she was definitely going to be screaming very loud. So, you wrecked her?” Karla asked. She was watching the other sex slaves, Alice and Rocio, while everyone else watched Donna suffer. She could hear those screams throughout the building and knew that woman had to be suffering. She saw the looks on both Rocio’s and Alice’s faces when it was happening. They appeared to be petrified and that was such a great sight to see.
“Oh yes! We destroyed her! She is a broken mess forever now. I can’t wait for her to be sold. Hehehe” Marge responded. She felt energized but couldn’t get the thought out of her head. She knew she shouldn’t be thinking that certain way, but it was odd to her. “Everyone had a good time, but…..well, never mind.” she said.
“What? What happened?” Karla asked. She could tell something was on Marge’s mind and was curious.
“It is probably nothing. I was screaming at Donna, calling her who she truly is, such as a ***** and a bitch. It was strange that Rita stopped me. She told me that Donna had enough, and we can leave. It just makes me wonder…..you know. It makes me wonder if she felt sorry for that bitch.” Marge said. She liked to confide sometimes with her bouncer and hoped that she was just imagining things. She remembered Rita’s demeanor at times, and she didn’t seem as ruthless as Ingrid or Diane.
“Really? Eh, I wouldn’t worry about it. It is probably nothing. She was probably trying to pull you off because you were like a rabid dog. Hehehehe” Karla tried to explain. She knew Rita very well and knew she was a caring person. She figured it was to stop Marge from going overboard with the victim.
“Even so, it was still weird. I love Rita. I really do. But sometimes she has a heart for these people. I know I am just being paranoid, but can you keep an eye out on her? Don’t spy on her but just pay attention to her. See if there is something different about her. This business deal is too important for us to not be committed to it. If we are ever caught, we go to prison, and I really don’t want to go to prison.” Marge instructed. She knew the pressure they were all under and everything had to go perfect. She could not take any chances and had to make sure everyone was on board with this venture.
“Sure, I will pay attention to her. I know you are being paranoid, but I will do it. hahahaha” Karla giggled. She understood why Marge was feeling this way. This was something much larger than what their normal criminal enterprise was committing. She understood the stakes and until the slaves were sold, they were all going to be very tense.
“Thank you, my friend. Now, let’s go have some drinks with the others. We have a lot to celebrate. Donna Prescott will no longer be a town nuisance. She will simply have her holes filled every single day. That wretched bitch deserves it!” Marge said with a huge smile on her face. She walked into the room where the others were, and she was handed a glass of champagne. It was truly a good night, and they were on their way to riches!
THE NEXT MORNING
Darby walked into the Sheriff’s station preparing for her shift. She had a good night’s rest and was ready to tackle this day. She was still assisting Sheriff Dickerson with security measures for the large festival, and they were almost done with that. She still wanted to figure out who the thief was that was going around tickling women into giving up their precious valuables as well. She went into her office and hung her white cowboy hat on the rack, then sat down. She took a moment to stretch and then opened up her stack of papers to begin working. She heard a knock on the door and smiled when she saw who it was. She motioned her hand for the person to come in and made a small wave. “Hello, Becky! Good morning to you!” she said.
“Good mornin’ to ya too, Darby! I had a good night’s rest, and I am ready to tackle the day!” Becky said with a smile. She was still reeling from her recent failures and how Donna treated her, but she wanted to tackle this day and make it positive. She had been hurting mentally and emotionally but was determined to try and fight through it. She wanted to succeed desperately and had to focus. She did not want to lose her job, so she had to make sure she did everything perfectly.
“I am glad to hear that. Today is a busy day, and I know you will be working so hard.” Darby responded. She then looked at the top piece of paper on her stack and sighed. It was her notes about the Tickling Thief. That thief had caused so much havoc, and she wanted to find out who it was. She still had a feeling the burlesque show was a part of the pattern, she just didn’t know how. She remembered going to the show and asking around, but didn’t get much. That night was still strange for her because she remembered going to the showroom, but didn’t remember leaving for the night. Her mind was cleared from the brain fog she was experiencing but just could not remember anything. “I hope today we can figure out who this thief is. We got a big festival coming up and I don’t want women there to be worried about some maniac going around breaking into their homes and torturing them. Besides, after all the noise Donna Prescott has made about it, we HAVE to arrest this person.” she told her.
“Yeah, we really do. Donna……” Becky started to say, then all those emotions she had because of Donna screaming at her started to come out. She took a moment to breathe and tried to focus. She was determined to have a good day and didn’t want to ruin Darby’s. “….makes a lot of noise about that. I want to find the Ticklin’ Thief so badly. Maybe then Donna will like me. I-I don’t wanna be……” she said again, feeling her emotions.
Darby heard the emotion in Becky’s voice and felt bad for her apprentice. She knew what was bothering Becky and that made her want to find the thief as well. She remembered the last encounter she had with Donna and had to put that woman in her place. “Becky, try not to think about her. She is just not a nice person, and you shouldn’t have to worry about what she said. I know how great you are, and more importantly, so does the Sheriff. So, come on, let’s focus on finding this thief. You find this person and you will be the town hero.” she told her.
“Thank ya, Darby for believin’ in me. I will do whatever it takes to find her! Maybe then, Donna will leave me alone.” Becky responded. She loved Darby for constantly encouraging her. She wanted to make the deputy proud and solve this case. It also made her think about Rita. The burlesque dancer also defended her in front of the arrogant woman and that made her heart flutter a little. She hoped she could run into Rita sometime today because being around her made her feel special and she had a crush on her. She thought about her throughout the night and wondered if she was falling in love with her.
“She will. Now, can you get me some coffee and then we can get started?” Darby requested. She felt an urgent need to find this thief. She wanted it for the town, but also for Becky. She watched Becky leave her office and she poured over her notes. She also saw notes about other crimes, and she was concerned about the upcoming festival. Plotsville needed a great event to take place because of all the tension with the rising crime. Tempers were flaring and women were afraid that someone was going around stealing from them. She shook her head, and then she heard a knock on her door. She figured it was Becky, and motioned her hand to let her come back in. “Come in, Beckly.” she said.
“It’s not Becky, Deputy Darby. It is me, George. Good morning to you!” Deputy George said, then tipped his hat.
Darby looked up and smiled. Her favorite deputy was at her door, and she felt happy. She and George had gone back years, and she always loved working with him. “Good morning, George! Always good to see you!” she responded.
“Thank you, Darby! I am always happy to see you. Oh, I wanted to let you know that you and Sheriff Dickerson have a visitor. A woman entered the station and requested to speak with you and the Sheriff. She is dressed in a military style uniform. She said her name is Rosa Mendoza. Do you know her?” George asked.
“Rosa Mendoza? That doesn’t sound familiar. Hmmmm, let me go check this out.” Darby said, then stood up from her chair. She grabbed her hat and then followed George out of her office. She walked into the waiting area of the station and saw a woman standing there. She was dressed in a military uniform of sorts. She was wearing a sombrero and was very pretty. She had no idea who she was and walked up to her. “Hello, Rosa? I am Deputy Darby Reeves! You are looking for me?” she asked.
Rosa looked at Darby and smiled. She felt excited because she finally made it to the Sheriff’s station. When she left Mexico, she was focused on coming to this town. Ever since that homeless woman told her that someone was kidnapped and brought to the US by La Diabla, she was determined to find the outlaw and bring her to justice. When she heard it would be near Plotsville, she researched newspapers about the town and discovered that La Diabla once terrorized this same town years ago. The outlaw was defeated by Darby and sent to jail, only to escape and was never seen again. She felt confident that the outlaw was returning to the town, perhaps to get revenge. She read up on Darby and was in awe. The deputy was very heroic and saved the town but also broke up a sex trafficking ring in Santa Selena, California and also defeated a Greek bounty hunter team in Ciudad Del Reina. The more she read about her, the more impressed she was. Now that La Diabla had kidnapped potentially two people, a woman named Rocio, but also a woman named Isabel, she had to find her and arrest her. She hoped that Darby and her Sheriff could assist her and finally bring an end to the reign of terror of La Diabla. It was a long trip to this town, but worth it. “Nice to meet you, Deputy Darby. I heard so many great things about you. It is an honor to meet you and could use your help.” she told her with a smile, then started to explain the purpose of her visit.
Darby was shocked when she heard that this woman requested her help in her quest to arrest La Diabla. She was confused that the outlaw would kidnap someone and bring them close to Plotsville. She knew that the outlaw didn’t want to be near the town for fear of being recognized and then arrested. She started to think that the woman may have misspoken. “You said La Diabla kidnapped some women and came to Plotsville?” she asked.
“Yes! I am hot on her trail and knowing that such a famous deputy as yourself is near her, I could really use your help! Can we speak to your Sheriff?” Rosa asked. She was feeling confident that with the help of Sheriff Dickerson and Deputy Darby Reeves, she could finally capture the wanted outlaw and bring her to justice.
“Um, sure. Follow me.” Darby told her with a half-smile. She was still trying to figure out if this woman really saw the woman she loved dearly. It didn’t seem like La Diabla would do such a thing. She had just seen her a few days ago and there was no indication that she would get involved in a crime spree and kidnap a woman to bring back to this town. It was surely some kind of misunderstanding, and this woman might have heard wrong. She arrived at Sheriff Dickerson’s office and knocked on the door. “Sheriff? Mind if I come in?” she asked.
“Yes, come in Darby.” Sheriff Dickerson said and motioned his hand for his favorite deputy to enter. He saw a pretty woman standing next to her and she had what appeared to be a Mexican Rurales uniform on. He wondered what this was about and leaned back in his chair. “I see you have company. You are?” he asked as he looked at Rosa.
“Hello Sheriff Dickerson! I am Rosa Mendoza, member of the Mexican Rurales. It is an honor to meet you and Deputy Darby Reeves. I want to see if you both can help me.” Rosa said, introducing herself. She extended her hand and shook Sheriff Dickerson’s hand.
“Sure, have a seat. Nice to meet you, Rosa.” Sheriff Dickerson replied with a smile and motioned his hand for both Darby and Rosa to have a seat. He saw a confused look on Darby’s face and a very eager look on Rosa’s. He was really intrigued and smiled. “How can we help you?” he asked.
“Well, like I told Darby a few moments ago, I am on the trail of a vile criminal. I am looking for La Diabla. She kidnapped a woman in Mexico and brought her here. I need to find her so we can rescue the woman and arrest her. I learned that she would be near or in Plotsville, and when I read about the two of you and your confrontations with her before, I just had to meet you and ask for your help. We need to stop her once and for all!” Rosa explained. She was getting excited because if La Diabla was nearby, she probably would have had her outlaw friend with her. The same one that helped torture her in that abandoned building. She was looking forward to a fight and with the help of these two heroes, she knew she would win.
Sheriff Dickerson was stunned when he heard what Rosa said. She was on the hunt for La Diabla, and it confused him. He remembered meeting the outlaw in Ciudad Del Reina and congratulated her on her assistance with taking down two sex rings. She was good friends with his favorite deputy, so the information about her kidnapping a woman and coming back to town seemed very strange and unbelievable. “La Diabla? Did you say, La Diabla?” he asked in shock.
“Yes! La Diabla! I want her. She is pure evil, and we have to bring her to justice!” Rosa told them. She noticed that both of them seemed surprised by the name and wondered why they had that response. She looked at Darby, then looked at the Sheriff and they both looked at each other with shock on their faces. “Is there something wrong?” she asked.
“No, no. Nothing’s wrong. I am surprised you mentioned her name. We haven’t seen her for a few years. She escaped from prison, and we never heard from her since.” Darby lied. She really wanted to know what was happening. She knew the outlaw went to Mexico after spending time in Plotsville with her. It just seemed impossible for La Diabla to engage in criminal activity with Cheyenne and Molly nearby. “Are you sure it was her? She could be dead for all we know.” she added.
“It is her. She is very much alive. I have an eyewitness that gave me her evil plan. She escaped from me, and I owe her. We had a confrontation recently and, it is hard to admit, she gotten the better of me. I won’t make that mistake again.” Rosa told them. She started to remember her battle with the outlaw, and she lost. She ended up tied up, and tickled tortured. She was even stripped naked. It was a humiliating moment for her, and she really wanted revenge.
Darby’s jaw dropped when she heard that Rosa and La Diabla had a recent confrontation. Knowing that the outlaw was in Mexico and this woman was a Mexican Rurales, it was plausible that she was in fact talking about the woman of her heart. She didn’t know what to say and looked at Sheriff Dickerson who had a concerned look on his face.
“You had a confrontation with her? So, she is alive…..” Sheriff Dickerson said, going along with Darby’s story. He knew he had to keep his own interaction with La Diabla a secret as well. He had every right to arrest her when he saw her, but he thanked her for everything she did and left. Now, he was very concerned she turned back to her criminal ways.
“Yes, she is definitely alive. Long black hair, loves to wear all black. She had another outlaw with her. The woman was pretty, and a little heavy set. I hope you both can help me find her and end her reign of terror.” Rosa said with enthusiasm. She knew if these two were on her side, there would be no way La Diabla could escape from her.
“I-I can’t believe it. So, you actually confronted La Diabla. This is….disturbing.” Darby said. She grew even more concerned when Rosa described what surely Gabby, La Diabla’s friend. She was in absolute disbelief that this was true. There was no logical reason for Rosa to lie to them, but it still did not make any kind of sense. Now she really wanted to find La Diabla and get to the bottom of everything. There had to be a reason all of this was taking place. She knew what was in the outlaw’s heart and there would be no way she would kidnap someone and come back to this area.
“I agree, this is disturbing. We thought she was dead or disappeared. I guess she has been hiding in Mexico all this time. Hmmmm…..I will have Darby accompany you to check out your leads. If in fact La Diabla is committing these crimes, then she will have to be captured and prosecuted.” Sheriff Dickerson said, then looked at Darby. He knew his deputy must have been in total shock. He knew there was some kind of special friendship between his deputy and the outlaw. He didn’t know the extent of the relationship, but knew it had to be a special bond between the two. “Rosa, can you leave us alone for a moment? I want to speak to Darby about this assistance. We have a festival to prepare for and want to make sure her assignment is good to go.” he requested.
“Sure thing! I will be right outside. I can’t thank you both enough for helping me. I became a part of the Rurales because of an incident between me and her years ago. I want to take her down so badly. Thank you.” Rosa said, then stood up and left the office. She felt her adrenaline flowing because she finally might end her mission to make La Diabla pay for her crimes, especially being a part of her father’s death.
Darby watched Rosa leave the office and heard the door close. She saw the look on the Sheriff’s face and knew he was just as confused. “I-I can’t believe it is real. There is no way she could do something like this. That’s not the same person that I know now.” she told him.
“There must be some truth to it. She described her and the fact that she had a confrontation with her makes me believe she did in fact see La Diabla. No one else looks like her, so it has to be. I am very concerned about it. I thought she was leaving her criminal life behind.” Sheriff Dickerson told her. He felt good about the outlaw turning over a new leaf in life, but if she returned to her evil ways, then he would have no choice but to arrest her. It could also mean trouble for both him and Darby since they were in her presence and did not apprehend her.
“I am concerned too. There has to be more to the story. Sheriff, she literally helped women escaped being trafficked for sex. She stopped Priscilla Montenegro and Gloria Wellington. She helped defeat Thalia Laskaris. It makes no sense that she would suddenly get involved with kidnapping crimes and come near here. She told me she would never come to this place again, just to avoid capture. I have to find out what is really going on!” Darby said and felt her emotions rising. She wanted to protect the outlaw and get to the bottom of the story. It also made her wonder what happened to Cheyenne and Molly. She couldn’t tell the Sheriff about those two because then it would lead to him discovering that La Diabla was in fact in town before.
“That’s what I want you to do. Find out what happened. I am shocked, but not completely. After all, she goes by the name La Diabla. We both know how dangerous she could be and the crimes she committed. She has killed people before.” Sheriff Dickerson told her. He then leaned back in his chair and took a deep breath. He looked at Darby and knew what he said next would bother her. “Darby, if in fact La Diabla committed these crimes, then we have no choice. We would have to arrest her upon sight. We won’t be able to protect her unless you want to go to prison yourself. Meeting her was a good thing and she seems like a good woman IF she left her criminal life behind. I will be disappointed in her, but we have jobs to do. Am I clear?” he asked.
“Yes, Sheriff. You are clear. I know it is muh job, but I will find out what really happened. It would be really disappointing if she did return to her criminal ways. She was doing really well in life. She seemed at peace. I guess I will find out. Thank you for letting me help Rosa. We need to get to the bottom of this.” Darby said in response. She felt her heart race because if it was true and La Diabla returned to her evil, criminal ways, it would truly break her heart. The thought of losing her crushed her and she tried to prevent herself from crying knowing that she might have to send the woman she loved to jail.
“Ok. Good luck and report back to me once you have some answers. Feel free to take Becky if you like. I know she needs to gain more experience.” Sheriff Dickerson instructed. He then watched as Darby stood up and gave him a quick salute. He was anxious to find out if La Diabla was terrorizing people. He really hoped she wasn’t, or it would force his hand.
Darby walked out of the office and saw Rosa standing there. She looked eager and could understand why she felt that way. To her, capturing La Diabla would do wonders for her career. She was impressed that she was part of the Mexican Rurales. She had to admire it because it was like hers. A woman in a male dominated field of work. “Ok, Rosa. Where do we start?” she asked.
“I was hoping you could tell me. I think she would most likely try to hide in a place that was desolate. I don’t think she is in this town right now, but somewhere nearby. Do you have a map of the surrounding areas? Maybe we can try and guess where she is. It had to be in the vicinity of the train station.” Rosa asked. She followed Darby to her office and looked around the station. She was in awe that she was in this location and with such a legend. She saw the other deputies staring at her and she did a quick wave at them. She walked inside Darby’s office and saw another woman standing in there. She was eerily similar to Darby, with great height, and red hair. The hair was in pigtails, and she had a big smile on her face. She saw the gap-toothed smile and thought she was friendly. “Hello there!” she said towards Becky.
“Well, hello there! I am sorry, Darby, I got yer coffee for ya and wanted to get started.” Becky said. She had got the coffee and was anxious to get started to try to figure out who the thief was and where they could possibly find them. She saw the pretty woman walk into the office and she seemed really friendly.
“Hey Becky, thank you for the coffee. This is Rosa Mendoza. She is part of the Mexican Rurales, a group of soldiers from the Mexican government. She is here because she needed assistance.” Darby introduced. She started to think about her workload and grew concerned. There was security for the festival. She had to find a thief. She had to deal with all the petty crimes that were happening. Now, she had to go find her lover and avoid her from getting arrested. It was a lot, but she had to figure it all out.
“Oh really? Nice to meet ya!! Ya must be really tough and strong! What did she need assistance with?” Becky asked. She saw the nice uniform and was very impressed.
“I am here to find the notorious outlaw, La Diabla. She came to the United States after kidnapping a woman. I am hot on her trail, and once I find her, she will finally face justice! Deputy Darby is going to help me. I know she doesn’t stand a chance. What is your name?” Rosa asked. She felt the excitement growing in her body the more she talked about what her mission was. She knew if she brought the outlaw to justice, it would enhance her career. She thought about Darby and how well respected she seemed to be. She already knew Darby had to prove herself and after reading articles about her, she really wanted to be like her.
Becky’s jaw dropped when she heard why Rosa was there. She wanted to find La Diabla and arrest her for kidnapping a woman. That blew her mind because the last time she saw the outlaw, she was very happy and at peace. She was with Cheyenne and Molly, so to hear her kidnapping a woman and bringing her to the United States was a lot to absorb. “What? Ya want to find La Diabla? THE La Diabla?” she asked with shock in her voice.
Darby knew Becky was in shock, just like she still was. She wanted to make sure Becky didn’t let anything slip about their own knowledge about La Diabla. “Yeah, apparently, she is still alive. Rosa had a confrontation with her in Mexico and an eyewitness heard that she was back here near Plotsville. Crazy, right?” she explained and prayed Becky would go along with the story of their lack of knowledge.
“That is surprising. I-I thought she was dead or something. Wow, she kidnapped someone from Mexico, huh?” Becky asked still in shock. She knew La Diabla, Cheyenne and Molly went to Mexico, so it was plausible that she did criminal activity, but she would have to find out for sure.
“Yes! That woman is pure evil! I feel bad for the woman she kidnapped. Who knows what vile things she is doing to her as we speak. The woman’s name is Rocio. I also wonder if she kidnapped a woman named Isabel. Her friends told me she was missing. I wouldn’t be surprised if La Diabla has them both. That woman is as twisted as they come.” Rosa said. She then rolled out a map of the area that Darby set down and started poring over it. She wanted to find her as soon as possible to help rescue Rocio and potentially Isabel.
“Yeah, she was twisted.” Daby said in a stunned voice. She looked at Becky who had a confused look on her face and she knew she had the same look. She had to recover and try to focus on the task at hand. She felt the pressure to find her lover and protect her just in case.
“Hmmmm….there are a few mountain ranges near here. I wonder if she is hiding there. There is a place called Jackson’s Pass. Think she might be there?” Rosa asked. She saw a spot on the map and wondered if that could be a location.
“Jackson’s Pass? Possibly. Hmmm….” Darby replied. She remembered that location from years ago. That was where she met La Diabla and they made a truce. That was the beginning of their friendly relationship. She, La Diabla and another friend, Bobby Jo, met there and set up camp before going after Madam Olivia. She hoped that she wasn’t there. She hoped she would never find her either. This was getting to be emotional, and she had to focus. Then she heard a noise in the station. Someone seemed to be raising their voice inside the station. She looked at Rosa and smiled. “I will be right back.” she said.
“I need to see the Sheriff! Right now!!!” Ulysses Prescott yelled. He looked upset and had a lot of worries on his face. He had just returned home from Boston and when he arrived at his house, he saw the front door was ajar and his daughter, Donna, was nowhere to be found. It appeared some things were knocked over and had great fear. It was not like his daughter to leave the house without closing the door or leaving a small mess inside.
Darby approached Mr. Prescott as the other deputies were trying to calm him down. She saw Sheriff Dickerson also approaching and she wondered what the issue was. She was happy to see him so perhaps he could calm his daughter down, but then she remembered he might be here because his ruby was stolen. This was going to be a tough situation, and she needed to be by the Sheriff’s side. “Mr. Prescott, how can we help you?” she asked.
“I need help!!! I-I think something terrible has happened!” Mr. Prescott said with concern in his voice. He saw Darby and then he saw the Sheriff. He walked over towards the Sherif and had to voice his issue. “Sheriff! I think something happened to my daughter. Me and the Mrs. just got back home this morning, and our door was ajar. That is not like Donna at all. I called out and got no answer. I saw a few things knocked over by the front door as well. Have you seen her?” he asked.
Sheriff Dickerson could hear the concern in Mr. Prescott’s voice and had to calm him down. It was peculiar that he thought his daughter was missing and wanted to help him. He also wondered if he knew that his jewel was missing. “I have not. Come with me into my office. Darby, come with me as well.” she instructed.
Darby followed the two men into the office and sat down. Mr. Prescott seemed very worried, and she felt for him. Donna Prescott was a handful, but she knew he must still love her very much. She listened as he described what he saw when he got home, and it did seem strange. She started to wonder if the missing jewel had anything to do with it. She hoped Donna was around town somewhere irritating someone and not in any danger. She saw the Sheriff and he looked like he was about to break some bad news.
“Mr. Prescott, I am sure Donna is safe somewhere. She is probably out in the town, maybe getting breakfast. As for what you found, I do have news to tell you. There was an incident in your home a few days ago and we thought you should know. There was a break-in at your home, and your ruby jewel was stolen by a thief.” Sheriff Dickerson told him. He knew the news was going to be bothersome, but it had to be done. He wondered if someone else broke into the house looking for more jewelry while Donna was away.
“WHAT??? The ruby was stolen?? Are you serious?” Mr. Prescott said in complete shock.
“Yes, Donna came to us and let us know that. I have to give you full disclosure. A thief broke into the home, managed to subdue our apprentice Becky and Donna and managed to steal the ruby. We have been on the case, trying to find out who this thief is, and then retrieve your valuables. From what you are describing, it might be the same thief coming back for more.” Sheriff Dickerson explained. He knew this day was coming and had to let him know what took place. He knew the reaction was probably going to be stressful and he prepared himself for the response.
“WHAT?????? Donna was subdued and the jewelry was stolen? Becky was subdued as well?? What the hell? Was Donna hurt? Was she ok?” Mr. Prescott asked in rapid succession. His concern for his daughter really got to him and he hoped she was ok. He looked at Darby as well. This was not the kind of news he was expecting when he returned home.
“She was not harmed in the break-in. Becky apparently suffered a little, but Donna was unscathed. She was frightened of course, but not physically harmed. According to Donna, they took the ruby but no other jewels. I wonder if they came back for more. I will send Darby to your house right now, so we can check out the scene. Go with her and identify if anything else is missing.” Sheriff Dickerson requested. He was really concerned that another break-in happened and prayed nothing was stolen. He wasn’t as concerned about Donna because she probably went somewhere in town. He really hoped that was true, or there would be a major issue.
“I am on it. I certainly hope nothing else was stolen. Let’s go, Mr. Prescott. Let’s go check your home.” Darby said, then started to leave the office. She noticed Rosa and Becky standing there and she remembered that they were supposed to go looking for La Diabla. She thought that perhaps they could take care of Mr. Prescott first, then go searching for her lover. She hoped that if it was true, then La Diabla finished whatever business she had and went back to Mexico. She definitely did not want to be the one to arrest her. That would be heartbreaking. She walked up to her apprentice and the Mexican Rurale and nodded her head. “Hey, I have to go investigate the Prescott home. He was potentially robbed, and the Sheriff wants to me to go investigate. If you want to come along, that would be great. I need the company.” she told them.
“I can do that. I know you are a deputy first, then you can assist me. Let’s go check it out. I won’t get in your way.” Rosa responded. She was a little excited about this visit so she could watch Darby in action. She really wanted to go find La Diabla, but since she was a guest, she had to be patient while she fulfilled her duties.
“Thank ya, Darby! I would love to go. Let me gut muh hat and then we are off to investigate!” Becky said with excitement. Any chance she got to go into the field, she was really excited. It gave her more experience. As she grabbed her hat, she suddenly realized where she was going. She was going back to the Prescott house! The same place of her humiliating defeat at the hands of the thief. The same place where Donna Prescott gave up the ruby, which led to her hating her. She got nervous and wondered if she should go. If Donna was there, she didn’t want to get yelled at again. “Hey Darby, C-Can I just stay back? I got some paperwork to do.” she said meekly.
“What? You don’t want to come with me?” Darby asked with a surprised voice. Becky was always excited to go places with her and now she was suddenly declining an opportunity for more experience. Then she remembered where they were going. The same house where Becky’s troubles with Donna started. She started to understand why she was no longer interested, and she shrugged her shoulders. She didn’t want to discuss Becky’s fears in front of Rosa, or in front of Mr. Prescott. She didn’t want him to realize how cruel his daughter was to Becky. “Ok, finish up the paperwork. We will talk later.” she told her in a soft voice.
Becky felt herself turning red in the face due to shame. She knew when they have a conversation, Darby will be disappointed in her. She smiled at Rosa and Mr. Prescott, then excused herself. She started to feel a little emotional and recognized that she was allowing Donna to ruin her day and she didn’t even see her. She had no idea what to do and hoped that she wouldn’t get yelled at by her mentor.
Darby led Mr. Prescott and Rosa out of the station and made their way to the Prescott home. She thought about her apprentice and was a little worried about her. The Donna incident really spooked her and she knew she would have to talk to her. She had to tell Becky that she couldn’t allow one person to control her emotions. She would never become an effective deputy if she couldn’t handle that kind of stress. She went to the Prescott home and knew she had to start investigating. She got a chance to talk with Mr. Prescott on the way there and she felt bad for him. He was a very nice man, and she hoped that they would eventually find the jewels and return it to him. She also noticed how kind Rosa was and liked engaging in conversation with her. She was also asking good questions to Mr. Prescott, trying to determine any potential leads. She knew after this visit, then she would have to start searching for La Diabla. That was a task she did not want to deal with.
ONE HOUR LATER
Becky sat at her own desk and kept daydreaming. She kept thinking about that night in the Prescott house. She remembered how she was tied up and helpless. She remembered how the thief tickled her all over her body, and it was torture. The thief tickled everywhere on her body. She remembered how her stomach and ribs were tickled. She really remembered how bad her feet were tickled. She started to remember how that thief started to tickle her rear end, which drove her absolutely crazy. Her butt was exposed and the thief touched very intimate parts of her body. She remembered how her breasts were exposed as well. That thief definitely defeated her, and she was so embarrassed. Then she thought about how angry Donna was. She thought about all the times she encountered that woman on the streets and how often she berated her in front of others. Now, she was fearful of her and did not want to lose her job. She leaned back in her chair and thought about the trauma she had when it came to Donna Prescott. Becky then jumped when she heard a voice!
“Hey Becky, got a second?” Deputy George asked.
“Yeah, what can I help ya with, George?” Becky responded. She was deep in thought when Deputy George spoke and she was now very alert. She looked at him and tried to smile.
“Did I scare you or something? Hehehehe” Deputy George laughed. He saw Becky jump and he loved it. He then smiled at her and took out a piece of paper from his pocket. “Hey, me and the other want to know if you can go to Rob’s bakery and pick us up some of their bread. We are a little hungry and got a taste for some warm bread. Can you do that for us?” he asked.
Becky smiled when she heard the request. She usually had to run errands for the deputies, and she loved it. It made her feel wanted and she needed to get some fresh air to hopefully clear her mind of Donna. “Ya betcha! I will be right back!” she said with enthusiasm and grabbed the piece of paper with everyone’s requested bread order.
“Thank you, Becky! You are a treasure!” Deputy George told her, then tipped his hat.
“Anytime!” Becky said. She then grabbed her hat and then left the station. She felt a little excited when she saw the townsfolk walking around and going about their lives. It was mid-morning, and she knew the town would be buzzing with activity soon. She walked down the main street of Plotsville and Rob’s Bakery wasn’t too far away. Then she saw someone walking towards her. She recognized the person, and her heart fluttered a little. It was Rita from the Burlesque show. She thought she looked really pretty, and she got nervous. She had no idea why she was feeling this way, but Rita made her feel cared for. She still never forgot that encounter in the hotel room. It was a special moment for her, and she allowed herself to open up. She also remembered how Rita defended her in front of Donna. She really appreciated that and now, there was her crush heading her way. “Hiya Rita!” she said and then waved her hand.
Rita was deep in thought as she headed to Rob’s Bakery. Her mind was filled with the events of the previous night. She still couldn’t believe that Donna Prescott was now a broken woman and on her way to becoming a sex slave. She thought about the screams and sobbing from Donna. That woman truly suffered physically, mentally, and emotionally. She was now a broken mess, and her team celebrated. She enjoyed the energy in the room, but she did feel bad for Donna. Even though she despised the woman, she thought no human should ever have to endure that kind of brutal torment. She barely slept and now she was on her way to the bakery to pick up some goods to bring back to the showroom. There was talk about scouting another victim to be a sex slave and felt bad for whoever the next victim was. Then she heard a familiar voice and looked ahead. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw Becky Lockhart heading her way and she had the happiest smile ever. She really loved seeing that cute woman and it brightened her mood. “Hey, Becky! So good to see you! Where are you off to?” she asked.
“I am off to Rob’s Bakery! Got to pick up some delicious bread for muh deputy friends back at the station. Where are ya headed?” Becky asked. She felt a little nervous and felt silly for having such a crush on this woman.
“I am off to Rob’s Bakery as well! Mind if I join you?” Rita asked. She was happy that she had an opportunity to spend time with Becky. After the night she had with the stress, she needed to be around this very cute woman.
“Of course ya can! Let’s go!” Becky said and then started to walk with Rita. They started their conversation with the usual general questions such as how they were doing, and if they slept well. She felt good and was happy she was in her presence. She heard Rita tell her she didn’t sleep too well, and she was concerned. “Ya didn’t sleep nice? Ya got somethin’ on yer mind?” she asked.
Rita heard Becky’s question, and she was happy that she showed some concern. She wished she could give her details but knew that would put her and her friends in jail. So, she had to play it off and hopefully Becky would never find out she was part of a sex trafficking ring. “I was just stressing about work. You know, dancing is fun but can be tough sometimes too. I didn’t get to dance last night, and it always relaxes me.” she told her.
“I can imagine. Plus, ya got the unruly men sometimes too. I don’t know how ya do it. Then ya also have….um….never mind.” Becky said. She had a good thought in her head, then thought about Donna. That started to dampen her mood, and she hoped Rita did not notice.
“What? What is it?” Rita asked She noticed the change in Becky’s voice and grew concerned. Then she thought about what Becky was trying to say and figured she was about to mention Donna’s name. “You were going to say Donna, right?” she asked.
“Um…yeah. I was. I-I don’t want to talk about her. She wants me fired and I get, ya know, sad thinking about it. I don’t want to be sad right now. I want to be happy for ya.” Becky said, trying to maintain a positive attitude. She really prayed she could solve that case and make Donna at least satisfied. The thought of that woman yelling at her again truly bothered her.
“It is ok, I understand.” Rita responded. She felt for Becky and hated that Donna really seemed to get insider her head. That made her think about Donna’s own personal situation, and she wished she could tell Becky that she would never hear from her again. She thought about how no one would ever see Donna Prescott ever again. “Hey, don’t worry about her. Eventually, she will leave you alone and you will be at peace.” she told her.
“I hope so. She has been on muh mind a lot, and I am really worried. It is affecting me so much. I-I can barely think about anythin’ else. I don’t know what to do anymore.” Becky said, then started to feel a little sad. She knew that she had to not focus on one person, but she couldn’t help it.
Rita could hear the sadness in Becky’s voice, and she felt bad for her. Donna was really mean to her and knew how worried she was about losing her job. She wished she could say Donna will be a sex slave, but that would not be the best idea. She got closer to Becky and gave her a hug. She wanted her to feel comfortable and try to make her feel better. “Hey, like I said, she will leave you alone and you will be ok. If you want, we can go to my room after we finish at Rob’s Bakery and we can just be with each other. Does that sound good?” she offered.
“Thank ya for yer invite. But I have to go back to the station. Muh friends want some bread. But I may come visit ya. I need some fun in muh life. Although me and Darby are tryin’ to figure out some tough cases, so we shall see.” Becky responded. She loved that hug and she felt those butterflies in her stomach again. She looked at Rita’s pretty face and loved how sweet she was. She even thought about kissing her but knew she couldn’t because they were in public.
“Ok, that is fine. I do want to see you again, Becky Lockhart. I want to spend more time with you. You are the sweetest woman ever and well; I just like being around you. Now, you stop worrying about Donna Prescott. You are going to be a deputy! I just know it. Now, let’s go to Rob’s Bakery and get some bread.” Rita told her. She then gave Becky another hug, then started to walk towards the bakery. She really hoped everything worked out. She felt like she was caught in the middle of things. She had feelings for Becky, but she was also involved in a sex trafficking ring. She had no idea how things were going to turn out, and she truly hoped for the best.
BURLESQUE SHOW ROOM
Marge was sitting at her desk and going over some records. The business was starting for the day, and her dancers were preparing for the afternoon shows. She felt excited for another day. She thought about everything that took place the previous night and felt that today was going to be an amazing day. There would be no interruptions from Donna Prescott at her show anymore. Her customers could freely enjoy themselves without that judgment being cast upon them from a busy body who seemed to live for harassing others. She smiled when she thought about that woman. She was back at the facility where the other sex slaves were and was still completely naked. She knew that was destroying any shred of dignity Donna may have still had. When she left the facility, Donna was a crying mess and knew it would continue to be that way. She hoped the ladies from Mexico would torture her again, just for fun. She felt very powerful and knew that nothing would stop her. She smiled and then heard a knock on her door. “Come in.” she called out.
The door opened, and Karla Rivera walked in. She was ready for the day and hoped there would be no trouble. She smiled at her boss and felt anxious. There was news she had to give her, and she hoped that everything would be ok. She knew the parties involved and prayed that there would be no tension. She sat down in a chair across from Marge and took a deep breath. “Hello, Marge, how are you feeling?” she asked.
“I am feeling great! Last night was one of the most enjoyable nights I have ever had. I can still hear Donna screaming. Hahaha What’s going on?” Marge asked. She knew Karla was busy getting ready for the day and she had a look on her face. She hoped nothing was wrong because she was very happy and didn’t want anything to bring her down.
“Well, I don’t know how you will take this. You told me to keep an eye out on Rita, and I saw her walking to Rob’s Bakery.” Karla began. She had followed Rita when she went to the Bakery just to see what she did. She wondered why Marge was suspicious of her and hoped that it would not cause a rift between the two friends. She didn’t understand either why Rita felt sorry for Donna, but figured that’s just who she was. Now, she had to tell Marge what she saw and prayed it would go well.
“Yeah, I sent her there to get us some bread. Did you see something? Tell me.” Marge asked. She wondered what Karla might have seen. She wouldn’t bring this topic up unless she saw something very important.
“I saw her talking to that deputy in training, Becky. I thought it was something quick and casual, but then I saw her hugging her. They seemed to be having an intense conversation. I got a feeling they are close friends.” Karla told her. She had seen how close Rita and Becky appeared to be and Rita even appeared to be extra friendly. She started to think there was some kind of connection between the two, and since Becky was part of law enforcement, she had better tell Marge.
“Oh really? Rita is friends with that clumsy woman? Hmmmm…. How friendly did they look?” Marge asked. She started to get nervous because her favorite dancer was friends with someone at the Sheriff’s station. Her paranoia kicked in and wondered if Rita would reveal the sex trafficking operation. She remembered how intrigued Rita was with Becky when they first met. Now, if they had something going on, it could compromise everything.
“Very friendly….. It wasn’t a casual interaction.” Karla told her. She saw the emotional hug and knew there was definitely some kind of relationship there.
Marge leaned back in her chair and sighed. She started to get really nervous and wondered what Rita could have possibly been talking about with Becky. She wondered if Rita would let it slip about Donna. Rita did seem concerned about Donna’s well-being and now she was speaking with someone in law enforcement, and they had a close connection. That started to build her anger, and she took a deep breath. “I hope she is not telling that idiot about what happened to Donna, or that trafficking ring. She did seem very concerned about Donna and could be trying to undermine me.” she said.
“You think so? Do you really think she would do something like that?” Karla asked. She was shocked that Marge would consider that possibility.
“Who knows. Look, we have a lot riding on this. Not only money, but our freedom. We have done a great job hiding what we do. No one knows who the thief is. We have been robbing people. But this operation we are a part of is very high risk. We can NOT have any slip ups. I don’t like Rita having contact with law enforcement. I have to do something about this. I need to know the nature of their relationship.” Marge said. Her paranoia was starting to increase, and her hand started to shake. She wanted to make sure everything was smooth and did not want any surprises.
“Marge, I don’t think she would tell Becky about Donna. I mean, if she did, she would be arrested too. I know it is a high risk that they know each other, but Rita is not stupid. She knows better.” Karla said. She could hear the concern in Marge’s voice and hoped she didn’t do anything drastic. She liked Rita and the last thing she wanted to see was inner turmoil amongst the dancers.
“I think so too, but Karla, we cannot have any slip ups. When Rita gets here, send her to me. We will have to have a chat. Ok?” Marge instructed.
“Sure. Are you ok? You are not going to do anything to her, will you?” Karla asked. She could hear the tension in Marge’s voice and now grew concerned.
“Yeah, I will be ok. For Rita’s sake, she better be nothing more than a casual acquaintance with that Becky Lockhart. I don’t want to have to punish her…..” Marge said with an ominous voice. She had a feeling that there was some kind of deeper relationship, and she wanted to find out what it was. She didn’t want to be angry, but she could not help it. The last thing she wanted was her favorite dancer to potentially betray everyone.
Karla heard the tone, and she nodded her head. She was nervous about the meeting between the two women, but she did understand it. If Rita betrayed everyone, it would mean they all went to prison. She doubted Rita would do such a thing, but it was peculiar that she was friends with Becky and didn’t tell anyone she was. It looked like Rita was hiding something and they had to find out why.
PRESCOTT HOUSE
Darby was finishing up her report at the Prescott house. She had arrived and walked through the home with Mr. Prescott. He talked about where the jewels were and after inspecting them, the only jewel that was missing was the ruby, but that was already reported. That was good news because it meant that they weren’t robbed. She thought that perhaps the person or people that broke in didn’t find anything. She wanted to calm Mr. Prescott down, but he was still concerned about his daughter. She understood why but kept telling him that she might have been going around town and might return soon. She told him that if she is not back by the end of day, then definitely contact her so they could find out what was happening. Darby left the premises and started to head back to the station with Rosa. She found her fascinating and very professional. She asked great questions to Mrs. Prescott who was standing there with her husband. She learned a little more about her as they walked back. She learned that she was a bodyguard within the Rurales and guarded the wife of a mayor in Ciudad Azteca. There were no other roles for her in the group, and Darby understood that. It was still a male dominated profession, and any woman involved would have to take whatever was given to her. That made her appreciate Sheriff Dickerson even more. He allowed her to do many things any male deputy would do, and she was second in command of the station. She told that to Rosa and she was impressed. She talked to her about her daily routines and the adventures that went along with it. “Yeah, there is never a dull day here in Plotsville. There has been an uptick in crime, but overall, this is a great place to raise a family.” she told her.
“I can see. This is a very nice town. It amazes me that you are such a hero here and how loved you are. Just walking with you, I can see all the townsfolk waving at you and smiling. Deputy Darby Reeves, it is an honor to be here with you. I am very thrilled that you will help me find that evil outlaw, La Diabla. You took her out before, and it is only fitting you help me take her out now. How ironic that her career will end with the same woman that defeated her before. I will also get my measure of revenge too! She bested me in my fight with her, and well…… I owe that bitch big time! She really humiliated me after the fight.” Rosa said. She started to think about her fight with La Diabla and what happened after she lost. She was tied up, stripped naked and tickled all over her body. She was even forced to orgasm and then left tied up and naked for someone to find her. That memory fueled her, and she would love nothing more than to finish La Diabla once and for all.
Darby heard the eagerness in Rosa’s voice, and it still bothered her that her lover could possibly be committing heinous crimes again. She had no idea how it was even possible, so she wanted to know more about what happened. “I can’t believe she is still alive. I thought after she escaped from prison, we would never hear from her again. So much time has passed.” she said.
“Well, she disappeared from Mexico for a long time too. That was probably when she was around here terrorizing people with El Guapo and his entire gang. I was just as surprised when I saw her. I will never forget her. She even tortured me years ago. That was when I first met her. El Guapo’s gang harassed the people in my town and one day in a drunken rage, she captured me and tortured me. When my father tried to intervene…….well, I will never forgive El Guapo or La Diabla. It was a terrible time for me. Then I saw her again, and because she had help, she defeated me again. She tortured me again and completely humiliated me! When I get my hands on her, she will pay!” Rosa said, feeling her emotion growing. She thought about the times La Diabla tortured her. She knew the outlaw had gotten the best of her twice and she wanted payback.
“She tortured you? How did she do that?” Darby asked. She already had a feeling she knew how she was tortured but wanted to maintain the conversation to see if it truly was the woman she loved.
Rosa heard the question, and her head dropped for a moment. It was embarrassing that the torture happened, and no one knew except she, La Diabla and her companion. She never told anyone what truly happened. She just told others that she was tied up and let them use their own imaginations. She looked up at Darby and could tell she was empathetic. She wondered if she should tell her exactly what happened so the deputy could understand why she wanted some personal revenge. It would still be a humiliating admission, and she got nervous. “Well, let’s just say it was a bit unorthodox. Something so embarrassing, I still can’t wrap my head around it. It was unique and something I will never forget. I hope it never happened to you when you were confronted by her.” she told her.
Darby could tell by the tone of voice that La Diabla had indeed tickle tortured the woman. The fact that she said it happened recently really made her believe the outlaw did torture Rosa with tickling. She knew how embarrassing of a torture it was, and she never really admitted it to a lot of people. Just to those who were also tickle tortured. “I understand. It was that bad, huh?” she asked.
“Yes!! It was very humiliating! I wonder if I should return the favor to her. It wouldn’t be right to torture a prisoner, but she deserves it!” Rosa said with vigor in her voice. The thought of torturing La Diabla in return always filled her mind. She craved revenge, but she also thought about her honor. Torturing a prisoner was wrong, but she still thought about doing it. Just to make her feel what she felt all these years and recently. She thought about whether the outlaw was even ticklish or not. She looked back up at Darby and smiled. “Sorry if I sound so vengeful, but that woman is truly evil. I am sure you can agree to that. Hehe” she smiled.
“Yeah, she was really evil when we faced off.” Darby said, then thought about how much the outlaw had changed since she was first captured by her. She thought about how loving she could be. She thought about how friendly she could be. She was just at Phoebe Wellington’s house recently with a lot of ladies, including some from Plotsville. She was so charming with everyone and then she thought about the relationship with Cheyenne. She knew just how much La Diabla loved Cheyenne. The way she always cared for her and wanted to protect her made her know without a doubt the woman had changed so much than when they first met. It was incredible that she would resort to heinous crimes again. She then noticed they were close to the Sheriff’s station and saw a few deputies rushing out. She saw George loading his gun and she wondered what was happening. “Hey George, what’s going on?” she asked.
“Hey Darby! Looks like we have a quarrel going on with two men and guns are being used. We are on our way to stop it!” Deputy George told her as two other deputies were joining him.
“Ya need any help?” Darby asked. She always wanted to be in the thick of the action and wanted to be there with the others.
“That’s ok. Take care of the Prescott matter right now. We got this!” Deputy George said, then rushed off. Before he went into a full sprint, he stopped for a moment and looked back at his partner. “Hey, someone is here to see you. She is in your office. She said her name was Kylie or something.” he finished.
“Thanks!” Darby replied then looked at Rosa for a moment and shrugged. She wondered why Kylie would show up to Plotsville unannounced. She hoped nothing terrible had happened. “As you can see, never a dull day here in Plotsville. Let’s go inside and go see muh friend.” she told Rosa, then headed into the station.
BURLESQUE SHOWROOM
Rita returned to the Burlesque showroom holding bread and had a smile on her face. She was happy that she got to see Becky and made her feel good. She was worried about her crush and hoped she would be able to find that confidence again. She knew it wouldn’t be too long because Donna Prescott would no longer bother her ever again. She really wished she had gotten to spend alone time with the apprentice. She kept thinking about that ticklish body and wanted to make her feel good. She walked inside and the showroom was about to begin. It was getting close to the first show time and customers would be coming in within the hour. She waved at Olga and then dropped off the bread. She saw the other dancers approach and they took some of the bread and everyone seemed cheerful. That helped her, but she still felt terrible they were mixed in with some cruel sex traffickers. Rita really prayed that nothing terrible would happen to them and hoped for the best. She saw Karla the bouncer walking towards her and she smiled. “Hey Karla! I brought some bread back. Fresh from Rob’s bakery!” she told her.
“Nice!! Thank you for doing that. Their bread is fantastic!” Karla responded. She felt a little nervous because she knew Marge wanted to have a talk with Rita. The way Marge sounded, she was quite angry at Rita, and she hoped nothing bad happened between the two. “Hey, boss lady wants to see you. She is in the backroom.” she told her.
“Ok, thanks! Let me go see what she wants.” Rita said, then gave a gentle pat on Karla’s right shoulder. She wondered what Marge wanted to talk about. She figured it was probably about the dance schedule since they were going to open very soon. She headed towards the backstage area and noticed that Karla was following her. It was a bit odd, but she continued to walk towards the backroom. She arrived at the location and gave a gentle knock. “Marge are you in there?” she asked.
“Come on in, Rita.” Marge replied then stood up from the bed. She felt herself getting angry and her paranoia had really kicked in. She really hoped that Rita was not planning on betraying her by leaking their plans to the deputy’s apprentice. She had to find out the nature of Rita and Becky’s relationship. She saw her favorite dancer come inside and she smiled. “Thanks for coming in. You can close the door.” she told her.
“Close the door?” Rita asked with surprise. She didn’t expect a private conversation and now she wondered if something was wrong. Marge had a smile on her face, but she appeared very tense. She wondered if this conversation was about the sex trafficking ring, which was why privacy may have been needed. She walked up to her and smiled. “You wanted to talk to me?” she asked.
“Yes, I did want to talk to you. Have a seat on the bed.” Marge said, then waved her hand towards the bed that was in the room. She watched as Rita sat down and then she took a seat next to her on the left-hand side. She looked at her dancer and now she wanted to get down to business. “Rita, you know how important our latest venture is, right?” she asked.
Rita had a puzzled look on her face when hearing the question asked. It appeared this conversation would be about the illegal sex ring and wondered if something bad happened. She saw the look on Marge’s face and could tell how serious she was. “Um, yes. I know it is very important. Why are you asking?” she asked.
“Well, you know that secrecy is of the utmost importance with this. Just like our other enterprise of robbing people here, and Ingrid stealing jewelry. If we get caught, we go to jail. You wouldn’t want that, would you?” Marge asked. She started to feel her adrenaline flowing and she wanted to make sure everything was perfect in this adventure, even if she had to discipline any of her dancers.
“Yes, I definitely would not want that. I don’t want to go to jail. Marge, what is it?” Rita asked. The line of questions and the tone started to worry her a little. Her boss seemed on edge and that started to make her very nervous as well.
“Rita, I kept thinking about last night. I kept thinking about how much Donna Prescott suffered. She was screaming. She was laughing. She was crying. She was cumming her brains out. Hehehehe” Marge giggled. She shivered a little thinking about the torment they put that woman through. She felt her adrenaline spiking and she looked right into Rita’s eyes. She saw those brown eyes and knew this moment had to happen for the safety of the entire operation.
“Yes, you did a number on her last night. She will never be the same again.” Rita responded. She wondered where this conversation was going and started to feel nervous. She had no idea what Marge was up to, or why this conversation had to take place. Her boss seemed to be on edge and that got her a little worried. “Marge is something wrong?” she asked.
Marge heard that question and she flashed a smile. She could tell Rita was nervous and she had to make sure her dancer knew the importance of what she was caught doing. Her anger started to rise a little and she had to breathe slowly to calm herself. “Rita, will you be honest with me? I want you to tell me the truth right now because it is very important.” she asked her.
“Yes, of course. Marge, come on, tell me what’s going on. You seem a little…….tense.” Rita responded. She could sense that Marge was unhappy about something, and she wondered if it had to do anything with her. She knew her boss and how she was in moments in life.
“Rita….tell me about your relationship to Becky Lockhart. Are you friends with her? Are you…..close?” Marge asked. She wondered how much Rita would tell her or if she would lie to her. If she lied, then that would definitely set her off.
Rita heard the question and was stunned. The question came out of nowhere and now she had to decide how to answer it. She had feelings for the young apprentice, but if she told Marge that, then she could understand why she was acting strange around her right now. If Marge found out she had sex with Becky, it could make them seem like a couple and couples……talk. “W-Why do you ask?” she asked in return.
Marge could sense the nervousness in Rita and now she started to grow her anger. It appeared her favorite dancer did have some kind of relationship with the apprentice and that could put their entire operation in jeopardy. “Just answer the question.” she said with a cold tone.
Rita felt her heart racing and now she was really feeling nervous. She thought she had kept her interactions with Becky a secret but now had a feeling Marge somehow found out. She looked away for a moment and tried to calm herself. She turned back towards Marge and smiled. “We are friends. I have to admit. She is such a nice young lady.” she answered.
“What kind of friends? Have you talked to her often? Just here in the showroom?” Marge asked. She wanted to interrogate Rita because she had to know the depths of that relationship. She remembered what Karla had told her, and she wanted to know if she would be lied to.
“Yeah, whenever I see her, we talk. You know, we are friends. She walks all over town, so you can’t help but bump into her. W-Why are you asking me this?” Rita asked nervously. She wanted to downplay the nature of her feelings for Becky. She felt the need to protect Becky and herself because Marge could be ruthless as she saw with Donna.
“Rita, our entire operation depends on secrecy. If you are having an affair with her, then that would not be good. So, how close are you to her? Have you two had sex?” Marge asked. She was now asking personal questions to see how Rita would react and perhaps get some truth from her. She could tell Rita was very nervous, which meant the relationship was more than just casual acquaintances. That did not sit well with her, and she knew she had to perhaps do something about it.
Rita gasped when she heard that question about having sex with Becky. The fact Marge asked it made her think she was speculating that there was a lot to her relationship with Becky. She did in fact have sex with her, but she knew she definitely had to keep that a secret. “Marge?!!! How could you ask me that??? Why would you think me and Becky had sex?? I can’t believe it.” she told her with some emotion, hoping to get her boss to think she was innocent.
“You didn’t answer the question. Did you fuck Becky Lockhart. Tell me….” Marge asked, with her eyes turning to slits. She had a feeling that Rita did engage in sexual activity which meant there was a closeness and now her entire criminal enterprise was in danger since Becky worked at the Sheriff’s station.
Rita felt her heart beating out of her chest because the moment of truth had arrived. Marge had to suspect she did have sex and if she answered honestly, she was going to be in deep trouble. Had she had sex with anyone else, she might have been ok. But with Becky’s association with law enforcement, she did understand why Marge was upset. She knew she had to play it off or she would be in big trouble. “MARGARET BROUSSARD!!! How dare you ask me that question! You should know that I would never put our business in trouble. I-I am so hurt by this. How could you?” she asked with emotion in her voice.
Marge felt her anger swelling hearing that response. Rita still did not answer the question directly, which meant only one thing. Her favorite dancer, the one woman that she was closest to, the one she trusted the most, had sex with someone in law enforcement. That broke her heart, and she had to punish someone she truly liked a lot. The anger started to come out and it was time to teach Rita a lesson! “Rita, Rita, Rita. I can’t believe you would put all of your family in jeopardy like that. I guess I have to teach you a lesson….” she told her in a very cold voice.
Rita felt great fear hearing that tone of voice. She knew exactly what Marge was capable of, and knew she had to leave immediately before something bad happened to her. She stood up in a huff and turned around to leave the room. “I can’t believe this! I will not stand for------” she tried to say when she suddenly felt arms wrapped around her body.
Marge saw Rita stand up and knew she had to act fast before Rita left the room. She got up and bearhugged Rita from behind and then with one strong swing of her body, she tossed Rita onto the bed and then quickly got on top of her. She had her on her belly and she felt the body squirming underneath her. She then reached under the pillows to grab the rope she placed there. She had a feeling she had to punish Rita, so she prepared for that before she entered the room. “Oh no you don’t! You aren’t going anywhere!” she yelled as she tried to hold onto the struggling dancer.
Rita suddenly found herself on her belly and she started to panic. Marge had physically gone after her and she was trapped. She was still in disbelief that this was happening and had to get away. Her boss was very strong, and she could barely wiggle her body because Marge was on top of her. She kicked her legs wildly, trying to do anything to get herself free. “MARGE!!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING??” she screamed.
“Teaching you a lesson. Rita, you really disappointed me. You really did…..” Marge told her as she managed to get in a position to secure Rita. She took a smaller rope and lay on the back area. She managed to get herself upright and grabbed both of Rita’s flailing arms. She forced them behind the back and then quickly went to tie them together. She didn’t plan on completely destroying her, but just enough to teach her a lesson. Once she got the wrists secured, she knew she had to secure the legs. She grabbed the longer rope and started to work on tying the legs together at the thighs and wanted to wrap the rope all the way down to the shins. That would completely immobilize Rita and then she could punish her.
Rita really started to panic when she felt her arms being tied behind her back. She was in a state of shock that she was faced down on the bed, and her boss was tying her up. She knew she was going to get punished somehow and felt scared. She heard Marge tell her that she was disappointed in her and that truly bothered her. She liked Marge a lot. They were close enough to each other where there was genuine friendship love between them. Now, she angered the woman because of her relationship with Becky and wondered just how far she would go. Her mind started to think about Donna Prescott and what happened to her, and that made her truly scared. “MARGE!!! PLEASE!!! What are you doing? Why are you doing this to me? You’re hurting me…..” she pleaded.
Marge heard those words, and she felt bad for Rita, but her anger was now cresting. She had to protect her business first, and deal with personal relationships later. She managed to wrestle Rita into tying the ropes around her legs and now she had her. She placed a knee onto Rita’s back as she knelt on the bed and observed that her favorite dancer was now secure. She was wriggling like a worm on a hook, and she felt energized. She noticed that the skirt that Rita was wearing buttoned up in the back and that made her smile. It meant that she could get to Rita’s ass whenever she desired. She really wanted to punish her dancer but not break her like she did with Donna. She didn’t want to strip her naked but still wanted to give her some torture. She looked at the feet and saw those shoes. She knew how ticklish all of her dancers were, and knew feet were a weakness for Rita. She then sat on her calves, which pressed the tops of the feet onto the bed, and she could see the soles of the shoes. She figured she would start there, then finish the punishment elsewhere. “Rita, this will hurt me more than it will hurt you. I can’t believe you had sex with Becky Lockhart. You literally put your entire work family in jeopardy because you got horny for that moron. I have to do this. I have to punish you. You have to tell me everything about your relationship with Becky. Once you do, then perhaps we can work on trying to mend our own relationship. You hurt me. You really did.” she told her.
Rita heard Marge’s words, and it affected her heart. Her boss was right to a degree. Her having a sexual relationship with someone in law enforcement did jeopardize everything. She did try to keep things a secret, so Marge was technically in the right. However, she didn’t want to get punished for it and she didn’t want any danger to happen to Becky. Knowing her boss, she knew Becky was now in trouble and she had to still deny their sexual attraction to each other. “Marge…..please don’t do this. I don’t want this. Please….I love you.” she pleaded in a soft voice, hoping to affect Marge’s heart.
Marge heard the love coming from Rita and she did have a soft spot for her. But business was business. She then reached down and started to unlace the shoe. She felt the legs tensing up beneath her and could feel Rita wriggling on the bed. She got the laces undone on both shoes and now it was time to take them off. She wanted to punish the feet and force Rita to admit her relationship. The potion was not going to be involved, but she knew that Rita’s feet were already very sensitive. She got the left shoe off the heel and then had to work getting it off the foot. Once it cleared the foot, she tossed it across the room. She wanted to make sure Rita heard her shoe hitting the floor so that she knew her feet were in trouble. She then started to work on the right shoe and could tell her dancer was fighting it. She felt the toes curling, desperately trying to keep the shoe on. She used her strength, and the right shoe came off the foot. She tossed that shoe across the room and now she saw the two stocking covered feet. The stockings were not as dense in the material, so she could see the bottoms of the barefeet clearly. She always liked these feet. They were very cute and also very sensitive. “Ok, are you going to tell me what is going on between you and Becky, or will your feet tell me?” she asked.
Rita grew very nervous once her shoes were removed. She felt vulnerable because her stockinged feet were exposed and Marge threatened them. She continued to squirm in her bondage and knew she was in deep trouble. She heard that question and knew she could not answer honestly. Having an affair with a deputy’s apprentice would surely anger her boss and she would really be in trouble. She knew she would never tell Becky about their crime ring, but Marge was very paranoid, and she understood that to some degree. She hoped that their years long relationship would come into play, and she could receive some mercy. “Marge!!! This is going too far!!! Why are you doing this to me? Why would you even think there is something going on between us?” she asked in a panic.
“Because…..you seem awfully chummy with her. Rita don’t lie to me. Please, don’t lie. Tell me right now. Do you and Becky have a relationship? Did you fuck her?” Marge asked. She was getting more upset the more she thought about her dancer and Becky. She stared at the soles of the feet and prepared to torture Rita if she felt she lied to her.
Rita started to quiver. She knew what her boss was going to do if she lied. The pressure of being tortured started to get to her and she hoped that somehow Marge would release her. Her feet started to feel sensitive, and she continued to squirm. “Marge, please! Don’t do this!!! Please, just let me go! Me and Becky are not having a relationship!” she begged.
Marge heard that response and felt that Rita was lying. She knew from Karla’s eyewitness accounts that there seemed to be a closeness between Rita and Becky. She knew her dancer was going to lie about it, so it was time for her to suffer. She placed her fingertips on both soles and started to lightly stroke them up and down. She felt the feet immediately wiggling around and her anger kept rising. She felt the urge to torture Rita. She wanted to hear her begging and laughing. She had no patience for betrayal and even someone like Rita had to learn a lesson. “Rita, you made your choice…” she said ominously.
“MARGE!!! COME ON!!! PLEAS EDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNN’TTTTT HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOOO” Rita exploded in laughter when the fingers started to move much faster on her feet. The light touch made her nervous and sent some ticklish tremors throughout her body, but they now moved a lot faster, and it shocked her system. Her feet were being tickled, and she had no way to escape. She started to wriggle around on the bed and prayed she could get free.
Marge heard that hysterical laughter and she smiled. Even though this was a torturous punishment, she enjoyed it. The thrill of tickling feet was always something fun for her to do. She loved tickling all the victims she robbed in this very same backroom on their feet. There was something about the reaction that excited her. Even the men she tickled was a lot of fun. She also thought about how she got to tickle Donna’s foot. Now, she was going to torture Rita and punish her for lying to her. “You deserve this! I can’t believe you would betray your family with that idiotic Becky.” she said as she continued to tickle the bottoms of the stockinged feet.
Rita heard those words, and it hurt her feelings. Her boss, a woman she cared for a lot, was going to torture her. She was getting tortured because of her friendship with Becky Lockhart. The strong ticklish sensations tearing right through her feet drove her crazy and an image of Becky’s face entered her mind. That sweet and innocent face. That wonderful gap-toothed smile. Those soft lips. She really did like her, but now she was paying a price for it. She roared when the fingers went to the balls of her feet, and she desperately tried to cover each foot with the other. “MARGE!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA MARGE!!!! PLEASE DON’T DO THIS!!!!!” she screamed.
Marge heard that desperate cry and she smiled. The sounds of a tortured woman was a beautiful sound. She had never tortured Rita before and even though it was a strange feeling, she started to get excited about it. She looked at the wriggling feet and when one foot tried to cover the other, she simply used both hands to tickle the “top” foot. Then when that foot moved, she attacked the other one. She had tickled Rita’s feet before, but that was in a playful setting. She tickled all of her dancer’s feet before. She tickled them and it was a lot of fun. It even led to a few steamy moments. This was different. This was about making Rita suffer for what she saw as a betrayal. Her fingers moved faster and started to hear the sound of her fingers moving against that stockinged material. She could see those soles wrinkling up and saw the toes curling. She knew she would eventually tear the stockings open and really have some fun with these feet. “You still haven’t told me the nature of your relationship with Becky Lockhart.” she said calmly as she continued to tickle the feet.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WE’RE FRIENDS!!! JUST FRIENDS!!!! HAHAHAHAH MARGE!!! PLEASE STOP!!!!” Rita laughed. The fingers were hitting certain sensitive spots on her feet and that really drove her crazy. She was still stunned this was even happening. She couldn’t believe Marge was really going to punish her and torture her. She started to feel that emotional pain, but she also knew she had to keep her feelings for Becky a secret. No matter how much she suffered, if she revealed how she felt, her torture would be even worse.
“Just friends, huh? I don’t think so. I think you have feelings for that idiot. Just tell me the truth, Rita.” Marge said as she started to go after the toe pads. She heard another ticklish squeal when her fingers touched the toes, and it delighted her. She felt the struggling of the legs she sat on, but with her size, these feet were going nowhere. She then moved her fingers to the outside edges of the soles and slowly ran her fingers up the sides of the feet.
“MARGE!!!! HAHAHAHAHA THAT TICKLES!!!! STOP!!! PLEASE STOP!!!!” Rita roared. Even the touches on the sides of her feet drove her crazy. She was always ticklish on her feet and the sensations just seemed so much worse right now. It was the first time she was really tortured on her feet whereas previous moments were more playful. She also felt emotional hearing Marge calling Becky an idiot. That hurt her because Becky was very smart and she was the kindest, sweetest, woman she ever met. She wanted to defend her, but that could lead Marge into thinking their relationship was much deeper and she would suffer even more.
“Dammit, Rita! Just tell me! I know you fucked her! I can sense it from you. If you didn’t like her, you would have easily denied it. But you keep avoiding my questions, so you will pay. Our entire personal freedoms are at risk, and you are fucking someone in the Sheriff’s station.” Marge said with some venom in her voice. The more she thought about the situation, the more her own emotions grew. She then moved her fingers to the heels and used the tips of her nails on that part of the foot. She heard her nails scraping the material and the reaction was beautiful. She heard a high-pitched squeal, and a lot of thrashing was taking place. “Your heels are quite sensitive, aren’t they?” she teased.
Rita couldn’t handle the nails on her heels. Even though the skin on the heels was a little tougher than the rest of her foot, they were still very sensitive, and it drove her crazy. With her arms tied behind her back, all she could do was thrash her upper body on the bed. She rocked side to side, trying to do anything she could to avoid those tickling fingers on her feet. She still felt the emotional pain of being in this position. She also felt that emotional pain of Becky being insulted. She had no idea how this would end and prayed something would happen.
Marge continued to tickle the heels with her nails and saw those feet trembling in ticklish agony. She wanted to keep tickling until she felt like stopping. She was going to force Rita to admit she had a relationship with Becky or at least had sex with her. She had to get to the truth. There was one part of her brain that wondered if in fact the relationship with Becky was platonic, but she didn’t think so. She then heard a knock on the door and stopped tickling. Someone was outside the room, and she wondered who it was. “What is it?” she called out.
“Hey, is Rita in there? A customer wanted to see her.” Diane’s voice asked outside the door.
“She is in here, but not able to come outside yet. We are not even open yet, so who is asking for her?” Marge asked. The show didn’t begin for another 30 minutes, so she was curious as to why a customer was there.
UP NEXT: Marge continues her punishment and, to catch a thief?
Ok fans, how did you like this chapter? Poor Donna was broken and may never be the same again. She is such a fun character to write about. Where she deserves what she had coming, but at the same time, she is still a victim. Things are picking up as we are at the halfway point and the conclusion will be epic! Thank you for all of your support and your comments are most encouraged and welcomed!
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