Ok fans, it is time for another chapter of this phase ending series! There was a lot that has happened to this point, and we are now entering the second half of this saga. Things will really fall into place as we build to the epic conclusion. This chapter has a great tickle scene, but there is also a good amount of story as well. The story part really starts to build up the turning point in this saga. I do appreciate all of the support you have given, and I hope you are ready to go on a ride! Now, I do want to thank three people, Curiouslee1, Studious_Hustler, and Tommytikl for nominating me for the Golden Feather "Pioneer Award". That is a great honor, and I hope you all vote for me when the time comes. It is like a Hall of Fame, so it is very humbling to be nominated. I am glad I have entertained you over all of these years. Now, let's get to the next exciting chapter! As always, your comments are most welcomed and encouraged.
PART 12
Diane opened the door and walked in. She was stunned when she saw Marge sitting on the bed and had a pair of feet sticking out from under her legs. She heard the begging laughter and recognized who it was. Rita was being tickled, and she smiled. She figured that Marge and Rita were having some fun together and didn’t think much of it. She did hear some laughter when she approached the door and wondered what was so funny. Since she would get her feet playfully tickled every once in a while, by Marge, this was not too surprising. She walked up to Marge and noticed she had a look of determination on her face. That was different because usually when they all played with each other, everyone was happy and having a good time. It made her wonder if she stumbled into something she shouldn’t be a part of. “Um, hi Rita, hi Marge. The customer is the guy who comes in and spends a ton of money. You know, the old guy with the white suit and hat? He just wanted to see Rita and hoped for a private dance with her. Am I interrupting something?” she asked.
“No. Tell the gentleman that Rita is not available right now and he can come back in a few hours.” Marge said. She wanted to get back to punishing Rita and didn’t have time for someone to interrupt her fun.
“Ok, I will tell him. Hey Rita, feeling ticklish? Hehehe” Diane joked as she saw the feet quivering.
Rita wanted to tell Diane to help her, but knew if she did that, Marge was truly going to go overboard with tickling her feet. She felt horrible right now because once Diane left, she was going to be tortured again. She gulped and then hoped this could all end. “Hehehe yes, I am feeling ticklish. Does that guy really want to see me right now?” she asked, trying to put pressure on Marge to let her go.
“Yeah, he really does. He even took out a huge wad of cash. Hehehe” Diane answered. She noticed that Marge was not smiling and seemed to be extra focused. She started to have a feeling that this moment wasn’t about play time.
“Hmmmm….well, myself and Rita here have some business to take care of first. Let him know she won’t be available right now but can come back later. You are dismissed.” Marge told her. She wanted to get back to torturing Rita and had no time for Diane to be in this room. It was a private matter between her and Rita, and she wanted to punish her dancer.
“Um, o-okay. I will let him know.” Diane responded with surprise. She didn’t expect Marge to be so curt with her, and it threw her off. Her feeling about this was not a playful moment really started to sink in deep, and she wondered what Rita might have done. Marge was not joyful right now and she sensed something major happened. She nodded her head and then started to leave the room. She figured it was best not to come between them and let them handle whatever the situation was. Right before she left the room, she looked back at her friends and smiled. “Um, have fun!” she said, hoping it really was play time and not something serious.
Marge watched as Diane shut the door and now, she could resume her punishment. She looked down at the helpless feet and saw them twitching in ticklish anticipation. “Now, where were we?” she asked.
Rita heard the door close, and her potential chance of escaping ended, and she knew she was in trouble. She also heard the tone in Marge’s voice when she was speaking with Diane, and it seemed even angrier. She started to squirm and felt a sense of desperation building. “Marge! Please! Let’s talk about this! Please don’t do this to me. Why do this to me? We’re friends!” she begged.
“Because you are a VERY bad girl! You have not told me the truth yet. I know you must have fucked that woman and won’t tell me. That is why I have to punish you! You think I want to do this? You give me no choice!” Marge yelled back. She then started to skitter her fingers up and down the helpless soles once again. The feet instantly started to squirm around, and she heard that laughter coming out again. She felt her anger consistently growing and just wanted to torture her. She watched as her fingers went over the balls of the feet, into the arches, off the heels, then reversed course and went off the heels, into the arch, and across the balls of the feet. She had tickled Rita’s feet in the past in a much friendlier time and knew all of her sensitive spots. She wanted to make sure she suffered and never thought about betrayal again.
“HAHAHAHAHA MARGE!!!! WHY DON’T YOU BELIEVE HAHAHAHAHA MEEEEEEEEEE??? HAHAHAHAHAHA” Rita screamed. She felt those fingers moving up and down the bottoms of her feet and she went crazy. The tickling was getting worse, and she was still very trapped. She still couldn’t believe her boss was doing this to her. She started to wonder if she should confess that she did have feelings for Becky, or that they had sex, and perhaps Marge could start to forgive her. She wanted to tell her the story of what happened between them, even though it could really make Marge even more upset. She then squealed when Marge found one of her weakest spots. The spot right below the ball of the foot, and into the arch. “MAAAAAAAARRRGGGGEEEE!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA THAT’S MY SPOT!!!!” she screamed.
“I know. You know that I know your feet very well. I have always enjoyed playing with your feet and I know all of your spots. I am going to punish you, Rita. You hurt me and I have to make you pay.” Marge said with a cold voice. She knew this particular spot was really bad for Rita and she exploited it. She focused on the left foot and on that particular spot. She used her right hand to hold down the ankle and Achilles area to press the foot into the mattress. Using the fingers of her left hand, she spider tickled that very sensitive spot. The stocking was still covering it, but she applied enough pressure to make Rita feel it.
Rita laughed even harder when she felt her foot being held down and those fingers were using precision to tickle that spot on her foot. She couldn’t help but squirm harder as the ticklish shockwaves kept flowing through her body. There was something about the way Marge’s fingers attacked that spot and she was so helpless that she made it seem worse than usual. She closed her eyes for a moment and Becky appeared. She thought about that beautiful woman that she had a major crush on. She knew that if she divulged their interactions, Marge might want to do something bad to her as well. “MARGE!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA MARGE!!!!!” she screamed.
“Bad Rita……BAD RITA!!!” Marge cried out as she continued to work that spot. She saw the toes curling and couldn’t wait to go after them. Those medium length toes were definitely going to be targeted just like the rest of this narrow foot. She could see the foot since the stocking material wasn’t dense, but a thrill went through her body as she thought about when she got to the naked foot. She then slid her fingers directly into the arch and heard another delightful squeal. She focused on that part of the foot and hoped Rita understood she meant business. “So, did you fuck her or what? It is a simple yes or no answer…..” she demanded.
Rita gasped, then squealed loudly as she felt the fingers in her arch. Her body really started to rock side to side as the fingers attacked her arch. She started to feel her body temperature spiking because this tickling was continual. She heard that question again and knew she still had to hold out. She just could not admit she and Becky had an affair. She realized it meant she would continue to suffer, but she had to protect Becky too. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WHY DO YOU KEEP ASKING THAT???” she screamed in laughter.
Marge shook her head in disgust after hearing that latest non-answer from Rita. It furthered her suspicion that they did in fact have a sexual encounter and she wanted to torture Rita for her “betrayal”. She stopped the tickling for a moment, then grabbed the stocking material with both hands and pulled her hands away from each other on the left foot and tore the material wide open. She saw that creamy skin on the sole of the foot and she kept tearing. She got the stocking off of the foot completely and now that left foot was completely naked. The stocking was still around the ankles and up the leg, but that helpless foot was vulnerable. She looked at the contrast between the bare foot and the stocking covered right foot and loved it. The left foot was now squirming and wiggling around, surely in ticklish fear. “Rita….you hurt me. I mean, you really hurt me. Now, this is your final chance. You either tell me the truth, or I am going to torture you. I will be relentless. I will show no mercy. I will punish you ruthlessly and won’t stop until you are nearly dead. Tell me, did you have sex with Becky Lockhart?” she asked.
Rita felt some relief flowing through her body once the tickling stopped but then grew really frightened when she felt her stocking getting torn open. It appeared Marge was going after her bare feet and that really worried her. Her feet were sensitive, and she was already feeling the effects of the tickle torture so far. She shuddered when she heard Marge’s threat. She knew if she didn’t confess, she was going to be tortured and after watching what Marge did to Donna at that facility, she knew how ruthless her boss could be when she was angry. She started to sweat and felt really nervous because this was the moment. If she didn’t confess, then she would be horribly tortured. If she did confess, then she might still get punished and Becky could be in serious danger herself. She started to think at this point, she might as well lie. Unless Marge watched them having sex, then there was no way she could actually prove it. “Ok….ok…..Marge, I……we…..we didn’t have sex. Ok? I can’t believe you would ask me that. I didn’t do anything. I didn’t do anything.” she lied.
Marge heard that response and didn’t know how to feel. It wasn’t the answer she wanted and if she was being honest with herself, she really did not know one way or another. She still had suspicions because if they truly did not have sex, then why didn’t she just say that earlier and try to give non-answers to her questions? She still had doubt about the response and figured she could still punish her to make sure she told the truth. “Then why didn’t you say that? However, I am having a hard time believing it is true. Do you have a friendship with that woman?” she asked.
Rita grew even more nervous because Marge did not take her answer as full truth and getting off of her. She started to feel a slight panic in her body because now that she had lied, she had to keep going with it. However, if the truth ever came out, then she would be severely punished and knowing how Marge could be when she was very angry, she could even end up a sex slave in that facility. She figured that she could give pieces of truth and deny the sexual aspect of her relationship with Becky. “Yes….we…..are friends. We are just friends, Marge. Please…let me go now.” she pleaded.
“Hmmmm…….I still have my doubts. Now, here is a great question. WHY are you friends with someone associated with law enforcement when you know what we do behind the scenes? Are you stupid?” Marge asked. She then started to lightly trace her fingers up and down the naked sole, causing the foot to flinch. She wanted to send a message that the punishment was not over, and she hoped she was not being lied to.
“Hehehehehe Marge!!! Hehehe that tickles! Hehehehe” Rita giggled as she felt the fingers lightly stroking all over her sole. They touched her heel and right along the instep. That drove her wild and the ticklish sensations started to increase. She started to squirm around, and it was clear that Marge was not stopping anytime soon. She was happy that the tickling wasn’t ruthless right now, but she was still in ticklish danger. “Hehehehehe she is a nice person!! You would like her too!!” she laughed.
“She’s nice, huh? How close are you too? Are you really good friends now?” Marge asked as her fingers continued to softly stroke that exposed foot. She really loved how the foot was moving and hearing those giggles felt good to hear. She wanted to explore this relationship and possibly get the entire truth out.
“hehehe Marge! Can you hehehehe stop tickling my foot for a moment? Hehehehehehe Please!!” Rita begged. She felt the fingers increasing in speed and the ticklish feelings only got stronger. Her foot was starting to move a little more and she had to avoid those fingers.
“Just answer my question. I will stop tickling when I want to. Answer my questions or you will really get it!” Marge demanded. She moved her fingers across the ball of the foot and headed towards the toes. She wanted to keep sending strong ticklish messages to Rita that the truth had to be revealed. She wanted to make sure her operation was safe and that the relationship would not jeopardize everyone’s freedom.
Rita couldn’t help but laugh hysterically as those fingers were tickling the ball of her foot. She felt those sensations flowing through her and because she was tied up, that feeling of helplessness filled her soul. Marge was definitely trying to torture her, and she just could not bring herself to potentially endanger Becky. However, the tickling was wearing her down already and she wondered if Marge would tickle elsewhere on her body. She was so very sensitive all over her body, even though her feet were the worst. She closed her eyes for a moment and imagined that cheerful look on Becky’s face after they had sex. It was one of the most beautiful faces she had ever seen, and she just wanted to protect her. Then she squealed when the fingers went to her toes, and she felt her body go very stiff in response. “NOOOOOOOO!!!! MARGE NOOOOOOOOOO HAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOT MY TOES!!! NOT MY TOOOOOOOOOEEEESSSS!!!!!” she screamed.
“Yes, your toes. I remember how ticklish these toes are. I love playing with them, and if you remember, I love sucking on them too. But this is not about your pleasure. This is your punishment! I am going to make you suffer unless you start being honest with me! Now, did you fuck Becky Lockhart! Tell me or suffer!” Marge demanded as her fingers probed the spaces between the toes. She loved the reaction she was getting and from previous experience, the toes were one of those really weak spots on Rita’s feet. She remembered a few times where she took this same foot, brought it to her mouth and placed those toes inside her mouth. She loved how they tasted, and it would also drive Rita wild. Right now, it was about tormenting her. She was determined to get the truth out of her dancer, no matter how much she suffered. Marge felt all the wriggling and rocking of Rita’s body behind her and it didn’t phase her at all. She just wanted to make her suffer and if she had to break her, she would.
Rita roared in hysterical laughter when she felt those fingers digging into the crevices of her toes, where they connected to the ball of her foot. She realized that Marge truly wanted to make her suffer and it also started to break her heart. It hurt emotionally because she and Marge were such good friends and now, she was willing to truly torture her because of how paranoid she was. This was a side of Marge she had seen before, but nothing ever directed at her. They had so many conversations late at night with each other and had a special bond. Now, her boss was torturing her feet because she suspected her of sleeping with Becky. She wondered just how far she would go with this, and she slammed her head on the mattress and just let out her laughter.
Marge could hear that laughter flowing, and it invigorated her. She felt more powerful at the moment. She had tickled so many victims before, and she always truly felt that power. Doing it to Rita felt weird, but it also felt really good. Because if she could do this to someone she was close to, then all the future sex slaves would surely suffer even more. The thought of dominating women by tickling their bodies and breaking their wills to become sex slaves sounded more and more appealing. She chuckled to herself thinking that the next time she sees Sylvia Cartier, she would thank her and also hoped to meet Priscilla Montenegro for allowing her to be a part of this ring. That made her feel more protective of it and Rita had to suffer. “RITA!!!! JUST TELL ME!!!! Did you sleep with that idiot?” she demanded.
Rita started to feel her body weakening because the toe tickling did not even slow down. She was expending a lot of energy just trying to survive this tickling assault that she hoped she didn’t die from it. She felt the anger in Marge’s voice. Her boss was really serious about this, and it continued to hurt her feelings. She started to feel desperate because her lungs were starting to burn and her jaw was aching. She had to do something, or her suffering would just continue. “MARGE! HAHAHAHHAAHAHAHA PLEASE!!! HAHAHAHA HAVE MERCY!!! HAVE MERCY!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!!” she screamed in desperation.
Marge had a wry smile when she heard Rita’s declaration of love for her. She knew what she said was true, but she felt betrayed by the same woman professing to love her. She took her fingers from the toes and stared at the right foot. That foot was still hiding inside the stocking, and she wanted to torture both feet. She felt her adrenaline flowing faster and she felt the desire to break her favorite dancer. “You love me? Then why would you lie to me? WHY?!” she asked with anger in her voice.
Rita felt relief when the fingers finally left her toes. The tickling was nonstop, and she had an opportunity to catch her breath. She felt very hot within her body, and she was getting tired. Her head was still lying on the bed, resting on her right cheek and staring ahead. She heard that question from Marge and she shivered. She started to feel her own emotions starting to build and if she was going to save herself, this might be the moment to finally get to Marge’s heart. “Marge….Marge. I swear to you…..I would never……endanger us……I….would never….betray you or everyone…..please…..you have to stop this……you are torturing me.” she panted.
“Rita, you are being tortured because you LIED to me. Out of all my dancers, who I consider my family now, you are the LAST person I would think would betray me. You say you love me? Well, just tell me the damn truth! Be honest!” Marge demanded in return. She was starting to get emotional and if Rita did not do what she asked, she was going to resume the torture and truly punish her.
Rita felt her eyes watering up when she heard those passionate words coming from Marge. It was true, she was always honest with Marge and during this moment, she had already lied to her. That made her start to wonder if having feelings for Becky was worth potentially losing her family at the burlesque show. They were all close to one another and there was truly a family feel. She wondered if Becky Lockhart was worth losing everyone she loved at this business. Now her heart was in turmoil. Being tortured was weakening her and now she was conflicted. “Marge….. but why doubt me? What do you want to hear from me? If I told you I slept with Becky…..what would that even do?” she asked with her voice being on the edge of crying.
Marge heard that question and it made her pause. She had been trying to get the truth out of Rita and if she did confirm she had sex with Becky, what would it mean? She felt the urge to punish her dancer, but what would happen afterwards? She couldn’t fire her because that could expose the criminal operation. Not just the sex trafficking ring, but the one they ran with Ingrid as the thief and how they robbed people by drugging them and torturing them. Would she make her a sex slave? That would be heartbreaking because even though she was really angry with her, sending Rita off would break her heart, but everyone else’s too. Now, she felt she had no true endgame for this punishment. She figured she would just torture her and figure it out later. She placed her fingers on her left hand on the right sole and held the ankle down with her right hand. It was time to resume the torture, and she would figure out things later. “Rita….just tell me.” she warned.
Rita felt the fingers resting on her right sole and she got nervous again. It appeared she was about to get tickled again and she knew it would be horrible. She was already getting tired and being tickled would be too much. She also heard the tone in Marge’s voice with those words. They didn’t sound very angry. In fact, they sounded like Marge was having an emotional reaction herself. That got her emotional because this entire ordeal was painful for the both of them. “Marge….please don’t tickle me. Please….” she responded in a soft voice.
Marge closed her eyes for a moment and felt her emotions churning. Rita was still giving her non-answers and even though she was suffering and they were both getting emotional, she still refused to answer the question, which meant that Rita was lying to her. A scowl formed on her face, and she just started skittering her nails up and down the helpless sole. Her anger started to come out and it was time to make Rita suffer. Now it was time to make her pay for betraying her and lying to her. “Suffer you bitch…..” she said with a soft voice.
“AHAHAHAHAHHA MARGE NOOOOOOOOOO!!!! IT TICKLES!!! HAHAHAHAHA IT TICKLES!!!” Rita screamed as she felt the fingers moving up and down her foot. The tickling was getting to her and now she really started to writhe around. She also heard Marge call her a bitch and that broke her heart. She knew right then her boss, her friend, was truly upset with her and now she was going to suffer. She couldn’t even move her foot, and the fingers moved all over the sole. They went over the ball of her foot, then the arch, returned to the ball of the foot before moving quickly up the sole all the way to the heel. She was a little happy the stocking was still on, but it still tickled a lot. This was the moment she dreaded because she knew Marge was truly going to make her suffer.
Marge continued to tickle the helpless foot, and she had to focus on just making her suffer. Her heart was hurting emotionally, and she had to get those feelings of love from her mind. This was about punishment. She even reasoned that Rita deserved this punishment, and she should suffer. She looked at that sole and just thought about how the tickling would destroy her dancer. This was now about truly making her suffer. No playfulness. No mercy. Just tickling her and breaking her. She channeled the anger she felt and just went after that foot. The sounds of the hysterical laughter were being drowned out by her desire to punish her. She also knew that once she tore open the stocking, she was going to torture Rita severely. “You deserve this. You are such….a lying bitch.” she said, her voice dripping with vengeance.
Rita heard Marge calling her a bitch for the second time and it really hurt her heart. She was laughing herself silly, but the real suffering was knowing just how much Marge was personally affected by all of this. She still couldn’t believe that Marge would really do this to her, but she also reasoned it was her fault as well. She should never have grown feelings for the apprentice and now it could tear her entire family apart. She started to get really emotional and as the fingers tickled the instep of that arch, she decided that she had to stop all this. Because it might lead to a true break in her relationship and that thought really bothered her. “HAHAHAHAHA MARGE!!!! STOP!!!! I’LL TELL YOU!!!! I’LL TELL YOU!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA MERCY!!!!!” she screamed.
Marge heard that hysterical laughter and she loved it. Then she heard Rita screaming that she would confess. That surprised her and she paused her tickling. She wanted to make sure that Rita was going to confess something. It also worried her because if Rita told her what she thought she knew, then their entire operation could be in jeopardy. It made her wonder if she really wanted the truth. Because if she heard it and it was in fact that Rita slept with Becky, then she would have to make a decision on her fate. That alone would be quite heartbreaking, but it had to be done. She turned her body a little and could see Rita lying there and heard the heavy breathing. “What did you say? You are going to tell me something?” she asked.
“Yes……Yes…..Marge…please stop torturing me……I am suffering…..please….” Rita wheezed back. Now her own emotions were starting to come out because confessing what she did was going to cause a lot of emotional pain. If Marge was willing to torture her because she held back, then she could only image how she would feel if she confessed. The image of Becky entered her mind again and now she felt like she was betraying her. A tear fell down her cheek and her heart was heavy.
Marge heard the emotion in the voice, and she felt like she was finally breaking Rita down. She also started to feel her emotions rising, but she had to maintain that anger. Since Rita sounded like she surrendered, she had to make sure she was going to do as she said. She wanted to make sure there was a price to pay if she gave a non-answer or lied. She then started to pull the right stocking and a hole appeared. She smiled as the hole got bigger and she saw the creamy skin of the helpless sole. Soon, the stocking was torn open, and she saw that foot. It looked so soft and supple, just like the left one. She saw the feet quivering and she heard Rita whimpering. Tearing open the stocking sent a message that if she did not confess, her foot was going to be severely tortured. “Well? Get talking. What do you want to tell me?” she demanded.
Rita took a deep breath and tried to calm her nerves. She felt her other stocking getting torn open and her right foot was now very vulnerable. That meant that she could be tickle tortured again at any moment. She felt terrible but she had to do what she had to do. “Ok….me and Becky….we…..we did make out. We kissed each other.” she admitted.
Marge heard that confession and she felt a surge of power and also anger. Rita did in fact have some kind of relationship with Becky, which could truly endanger everything she built. She tried to remain calm but as her eyes looked at those helpless barefeet, her desire to punish this woman grew. “You kissed her? What kind of kiss?” she asked.
Rita felt shame washing over her because she didn’t want her relationship with her work family to end. She also didn’t want to keep getting tickled either. She never had been ruthlessly tickled before, just the playful kind. She knew victims suffered a lot when they were tickle tortured, but now she knew exactly how they felt, and this was just her feet! She couldn’t imagine the horror if her entire body was tickled. She heard Marge’s question, and she blushed. “A passionate kind. We locked lips.” she admitted.
“I can’t believe it!! WHY were you kissing her? Rita, do you know what kind of danger you put us in?” Marge yelled. She knew it was the truth, but it also meant her chances of going to jail increased. She looked at the soles again and she wanted to tickle ravish them until Rita passed out.
“Marge….we….we are attracted to each other. So, we kissed. BUT she has no idea what is happening here! She likes all of us! She has even defended us in front of Donna!” Rita yelled out, even though she knew that was not true. It was her that defended Becky, not the other way around. She had to make it seem like Becky wasn’t emotionally affected by Donna.
“I don’t care!!! Rita! You know what can happen when we get emotionally involved with others. You could tell her what we are doing! Dammit!!!” Marge yelled. She then started to lightly trace her fingers on the left sole, indicating that torture was about to start happening.
“Hehehehe Marge!!! Please don’t tickle my feet!!! Hehehehe I am telling you what happened! Becky! Becky is nice!!! I didn’t say hehehe anything!” Rita giggled as she felt those light traces on her foot. She started to squirm a bit and hoped to get those tickling fingers away from her body.
“But you could! That’s the point!!!” Marge yelled back. She stopped tracing her fingers on the foot and felt a rage starting to form. If Rita kissed the apprentice, then she wondered just how far they went. She tried to calm herself, but the rage kept building. “After you kissed, what else did you do? Have you seen her naked?” she asked.
Rita gasped when she heard that question. She knew Marge was trying to probe further into the intimate details between her and Becky and that made her extremely nervous. She could hear that angry tone in Marge’s voice and knew she was about to be in a rage. If she was in a rage, then it could spell a lot of ticklish danger for her. “Marge!! Stop letting your imagination run wild! We made out! Ok? We made out!” she yelled.
“DID. YOU. SEE. HER. NAKED?” Marge asked. She was really starting to feel that Rita had a sexual relationship with Becky, and she planned on getting it out of Rita one way or another. She was about to rake her nails on the helpless left sole until she was interrupted.
“MARGE!!!!! Stop this!!! Let’s say I did see her naked? What then? You’re still going to torture me? What if I said I didn’t? Are you going to torture me? Please…you have to stop this. You’re breaking my heart…..” Rita pleaded. She started to get really emotional, and this entire ordeal really affected her. She was caught between two kinds of love. Her growing attraction for Becky and her love for the ladies of the Burlesque show. It was also humiliating to describe the nature of her interactions with others as well, especially being forced out of her.
“To be honest, YES!!! I am going to punish you! You literally endangered all of us! Do you think I am enjoying this? No, but it is something I have to do. Now, back to your torture!” Marge shot back, then started to run her fingers up and down the foot. She focused on that spot right below the ball of the foot, and above the arch. That was a definite hotspot for Rita, and she wanted to push her. Her rage continued to grow, and she wanted to truly make Rita suffer.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MARGE!!! MAAAAAARRRRGGGEEEEE!!!! YOU HAVE TO HAHAHAHAHA STOOOOOOPPPP!!!!” Rita screamed as she felt that attack on her very sensitive spot. It was getting intense, and she couldn’t help but scream hysterically. The ticklish sensations ripped right through her body, and it drove her wild. She started to flop her body around and did everything she could to try and pull her feet free. Then she felt the nails skittering in her arch and that made her shriek like a banshee.
Marge loved the sound of Rita’s screaming laughter, and she was getting into the torture. She wanted to use her nails now on this very delicate skin. The arch was a hotbed of nerve endings, and she wanted to make her cry. She saw how her nails pressed into the flesh and with each scratch, the laughter seemed to increase. She kept thinking about how Rita had a sexual encounter with Becky. That really angered her and now she started to think about Becky. She always thought she seemed goofy and heard about her clumsiness. She pictured that gap-toothed smile and that innocent face. She also remembered what Ingrid described to her. She heard all about how ticklish Becky was, and even how her body responded to sexual stimulation. That thought made her wonder if they should perhaps kidnap Becky and making her a sex slave. That woman interrupted Ingrid twice during her robbery attempts, and she also seemed to capture Rita’s attention. Becky kept being involved with her group and she felt the need to stop her before she accidentally ruined their entire operation. She moved her fingers to the instep area and was delighted to hear another scream. Then she felt her heart skip a beat when she heard a knock on the door! Someone was there and interrupting her torture of Rita. She stopped tickling and now she wanted to know who was there. “Yes? Who’s there?” she asked loudly.
The door slowly opened, and Diane looked inside again. She remembered visiting earlier and it appeared that Rita and Marge were having a moment together. She had walked through the hallway and heard the loud screaming. Fortunately, no one in the showroom could hear, but if anyone went into the back hallway and near this room, hysterical laughter could be heard. The laughter sounded desperate, and she wanted to know what was happening. “Marge? Rita? What is going on in there? Rita is laughing really loud! Is everything ok?” she asked.
Marge heard Diane asking about what was happening and she still felt that rage. She was surprised that Diane heard the laughter, but Rita was starting to be very loud. She looked at Diane and wanted her out of the room. She had feet to punish and make someone suffer. “Everything is fine. You can leave now.” she said coldly.
Diane heard that tone of voice and knew things were not right in here. It appeared that Rita was perhaps getting punished and that piqued her curiosity. Her eyes looked at the naked feet and saw the stockings were torn open. That meant that Marge tore them open and for her to do that to Rita, that meant there was trouble happening. “Are you sure? Marge, what is going on between you two? Tell me. Did Rita do something?” she asked.
Rita was collecting her breath, and she heard Diane’s voice. She could hear her talking to Marge and had an urge to call out for help. She paused because if she did, it would let Diane know that Marge was tormenting her and could cause trouble in the dynamics of the group. She was grateful that Diane came in, because it gave her a chance to breathe.
“I said…..everything is fine. Leave. Make sure the showroom is ready. We are fine in here.” Marge said in a very cold tone. She didn’t want to lash out at Diane, but she was interrupting her torture of Rita. She decided to have Rita answer the question and if her dancer was smart, she would agree with her. “Isn’t everything ok, RITA? We are having FUN, right?” she asked in a menacing tone.
Rita felt a chill in her body when she heard those questions. She knew Marge wanted to hide this horrible situation from the others and she started to feel the same way. It was a personal thing between her and her boss, so she didn’t want to affect the rest of the group. Even though she was highly emotional and suffering, she wanted to protect the rest of the family and not have them worry about this altercation. “Yes….everything is fine, Diane.” she said in a soft voice.
Diane heard Rita saying everything was ok, but she still felt suspicious. If they were playing, Marge would have a different demeanor. However, she decided to let them be. Whatever they were doing, she hoped that it resolved itself. They were a deep family, and they all had love for one another. The last thing she ever wanted to see was the family tearing apart. “Ok, well, can you both keep it down a little? You are getting loud, and we don’t want anyone to even have a chance at hearing.” she told them.
“Ok, we will. You can go now. Tell everyone else not to come back here then. I will show up in the showroom and you know everything is finished, ok?” Marge told her. She felt all of her adrenaline flowing and she wanted to get back to torturing those feet.
Rita heard the door closed and she felt sad. Diane most likely suspected something was happening and now that she was gone, her torture was about to continue. She still felt the heartbreak that she was going through this ordeal. “Marge…..please stop. I had enough…” she whined.
Marge heard the whining, and she felt her emotions on fire. She really wanted to torture these feet again. She wanted to make Rita suffer and pay for having some connection to Becky. She looked at the quivering soles and licked her lips. She stared at the left foot’s toes and wanted to play with them. She moved her hands towards those vulnerable toes and when she got close, she stroked her finger across the pad of the big toe. “Stop your whining! I am still very angry at you. You still haven’t told me if you saw her naked or not. Tell me!” she demanded.
Rita felt that finger stroke on her big toe and a jolt of ticklish energy flowing through her body. She felt very sensitive and emotional. The tickling was starting to increase, and she wondered if she should tell her that she and Becky had sex. Now the fingers were stroking the undersides of her toes and that made her shriek in ticklish laughter. “HAHAHAHA MARGE! THE TOES!!! THOSE ARE MY TOES!! HAHAHAHA” she screamed.
“I know they are. You could tell me the truth, Rita! I have a feeling you had sex with that idiot. Tell me the truth. You had sex with her, didn’t you?” Marge demanded. She then moved her fingers between the toes and found a particular tender area between the middle toe and index toe. She remembered that spot from their playtime in the past. She drilled her finger into that crevice and felt the toes curl around her finger. This was all about torturing her and she kept digging into that ticklish flesh.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MAAAAARRGGE!!! PLEASE HAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE!!!!” Rita screamed when she felt the finger drilling into the webbing of her toes, and it rocked her. She couldn’t help but roar with laughter and prayed this would end soon. The tickling was horrible, but the emotion of the moment was what destroyed her more. Her boss was truly wanting to torture her, just like she was one of the victims they robbed. That’s what truly broke her heart. That this entire event was happening.
Marge loved the laughter filling the room and she wanted to keep torturing Rita. She wanted to get all of her anger out and make this woman pay for jeopardizing everyone’s personal freedom. She did feel bad this had to happen, but she thought it was the right thing. She did start to get concerned that Rita was getting too loud. That was the second time Diane had interrupted her, and she didn’t have Rita gagged or anything. She thought that she might have to stop the tickling and move onto another punishment. She thought about what else she could do, and it delighted her. She wanted to make sure that her dancer rued the day she ever had a physical interaction with someone in law enforcement. She pulled her fingers from the toes and wanted to let Rita catch her breath. She stared at the quivering soles and felt good that she got to tickle them. Now it was time to truly humiliate her and make her apologize. “Rita, Rita, Rita. You deserve this….” she told her.
Rita felt the fingers leave her toes and she felt a sense of relief, but she was still very miserable. Marge was truly tormenting her, and she didn’t know how long she could hold up. She was still feeling the agony of the situation. Her emotions were definitely flowing, and she just wanted to cry. She wanted to let all of her emotions out because this moment was very traumatizing for her. She was torn between someone she cared about and her work family. The fact that Marge was torturing her was something she was never going to forget going forward. She wished things could be right between them but now was worried how their own relationship was going to go forward. That’s what made her truly sad. “Marge…..please…..you got to stop this. Please stop torturing me.” she begged with her voice heavy with emotion.
Marge heard the emotion in that voice, and it did affect her. She could sense the sadness in Rita, but her own anger was still very strong. She still wanted to make her suffer. Rita lied to her, and she hated liars. The fact that she would not tell her the truth and tried to hide things from her really bothered her. She got off the ankles because she still had a punishment in mind. She then took the rope around the legs and started to take it off. It was time to punish Rita good, and she needed to get the legs free. Once she took the rope off, she stared at her helpless friend. She heard her breathing hard and heard those soft whimpers. It was an emotional moment, but she had to do this. She then sat on the bed and dragged Rita’s body and placed it over her legs. The way she was sitting, Rita was perpendicular to her, and her ass was right there for her. The upper body was still on the bed and the feet were on the floor. She then reached down and grabbed the hem of the dress Rita was wearing. She started to pull it up over the legs and saw the stockings. She then pulled the dress up over the ass and the underwear was now exposed. “Yeah, that’s really nice.” she mumbled to herself.
Rita was still trying to gather her emotions after the cruel foot tickling when she felt the rope getting removed from her legs. She started to think that her ordeal was over, but then she felt her body getting moved around and suddenly, her hips were on Marge’s lap. She felt her feet on the floor and then her dress started to come up over her legs. Her eyes went wide, and she wondered what Marge was up to. She was being exposed, and she felt nervous. When the dress came over her rear end, and her underwear was exposed, that really made her fearful. “M-Marge? W-What are you doing? W-Why are you pulling up my d-dress?” she asked nervously.
Marge could hear the fear in that voice, and it excited her. She saw the ass starting to tremble and it was time for her to continue to punish her dancer. She then took the fingers on both hands and placed them on the hem of the underwear. With a quick swipe, she pulled down the garment and exposed the naked ass! She continued to roughly pull down the underwear and now it was resting on the thighs. She looked at the shapely ass and it brought some other memories to her. She remembered whenever they did play with each other, she loved playing with this same ass. Now, she wanted to punish it. She thought about everything that was happening right now, and her anger was still there. She then raised her right hand and then did a gentle smack on the ass just to wake up the nerve endings.
“Ow!!! Marge!!!” Rita shouted as she felt that smack on her ass. It wasn’t too hard, but it was enough for her to feel it. Now she grew very worried. She wondered if Marge was going to do something to her ass. She felt embarrassed that her underwear was off her butt and on her thighs. She then felt another smack on her rear, and it dawned on her. Marge was going to spank her! That set off a wave of emotions because she was going to be humiliated with a spanking. “Marge???!!! You’re going to OW spank me?” she asked.
“Yep! Rita, you are a BAD girl! You deserve to suffer!” Marge yelled back, the started to smack the ass again. This time she put a little more power into her strikes. She wanted Rita to feel the pain. She wanted to truly punish her. She could hear the smacks on that skin and heard those yelps coming from Rita. She focused on the strikes and had to make sure she was effective with them. It was time to make Rita truly sorry for betraying her.
Rita was still in a state of shock as she felt those hard smacks on her ass. It was hard for her to comprehend that this was actually happening. Each strike seemed to hurt more and now her emotions were really tearing her apart. Her legs were free, but her arms were still tied behind her back. She was still helpless and now her boss was spanking her. Each strike made her heart hurt even more because this was being done with punishment in mind. She closed her eyes and squealed in pain with each strike. “Marge……Marge….” she cried out.
Marge heard those whimpers, and she smiled. Her spanking was effective, and she just wanted to keep drilling into this woman. She thought about Becky and how that one goofy woman could ruin everything for them. That was why she had to punish Rita. It was surreal for her because she managed to have some playtime with the best deputy in Plotsville, Darby Reeves. She remembered how she drugged her with the potion and eventually tortured her. She remembered how soft and sensitive Darby was and making her cum was such an achievement. It was so satisfying because Darby was a bona fide hero. She had her way with an acclaimed hero, and her entire operation could be ruined off someone who was nowhere near that level. The more she thought about Becky, the more she got angry. That anger started to turn into desire. Marge remembered Sylvia telling her that she wanted to make Darby a sex slave and take her back to Greece for some mysterious benefactor named Christos Andino. Now she thought about how she could ruin the deputy’s apprentice. She paused her spanking because the idea was spectacular to her and she was going to force Rita to agree. “Bad girl!!! I bet you wish that you never met that, Becky Lockhart!” she told her.
Rita felt the smacks stopping and she felt crushed. Her ass was very warm and stinging with pain. Each strike kept drilling into her psyche, and she wanted to cry her heart out. She heard what Marge said, and it made things worse for her. She really liked Becky. She started to have some feelings for her, and now her entire relationship with Marge was negatively affected by it. Hearing from Marge that she wished she never met Becky was really sad. Because she really loved meeting her. She was very happy she did and now Marge was trying to take it away. “Marge….she’s my friend.” she whimpered.
“Well, your friend is making you suffer right now! I guess you love her more than you love me. I think Becky needs to pay for ruining our relationship. In fact, I have a job for you to do….” Marge replied. She then started to spank the ass again. She put more force into it because she needed to break Rita and force her into her idea.
“MARGE!!! OW!! PLEASE STOP THIS!!!! IT HURTS!!” Rita yelled as she felt her as getting spanked again. She could feel how tender her bottom was and wondered when this would all stop. She started to let the tears fall and she was devastated. She heard that Marge wanted her to do a job and wondered what it could be. The spanking stopped and she couldn’t help but let out a few cries. “Marge…please stop this….I…I’m begging you….” she whimpered.
“Like I said, I have a job for you. You better do it, or I am really going to make your life miserable.” Marge threatened. She started to get excited about her idea and wondered if Rita would do it. If she didn’t, then she could continue to punish her. She rested her hands on the ass cheeks and smiled. She could feel how warm they were, and it gave her a tingle between her legs. “Ready to hear it?” she asked.
Rita still felt the pain flowing through her body and her face was red with shame. She still was in shock that Marge just spanked her. Her ass was on fire, and she felt the hands resting there. She never had felt so helpless in her life. Her emotions were on full display, and she wanted to go hide somewhere. She heard Marge’s words about a job for her. She was told that she had to do it, or she would continue to suffer. She was curious what it was, and if she did it, perhaps Marge would stop this punishment. “W-What is it?” she asked in a soft voice.
“Good girl….” Marge said, then started to gently rub the palm of her hand over the tender ass cheeks. She felt the cheeks clenching and she tried to relax Rita. She then looked towards her head and smiled. “The job is, I want you to bring Becky to me. If you two are intimate with each other, she will trust you.” she instructed.
Rita gasped when she heard what the instructions were. It appeared that Marge wanted to do something to Becky. It made her wonder if her boss wanted to do something bad to her. That made her extremely nervous because she had feelings for the young woman and did not want to see her go through any kind of torment. “You want me to bring Becky to you? W-What will you do to her?” she asked nervously.
Marge continued to softly swipe the palm of her hand over the pink ass cheeks and smiled. This was where she would determine if Rita was truly sorry for what she did, or she would have to punish her further. She knew the ass was very responsive right now and further punishment would be very powerful. “I am curious to see how sensitive her body is. She will be tied down. She will be naked. I will have my way with her.” she simply told her.
Rita’s eyes bugged out when she heard what Marge wanted to do to Becky. The thought of someone she had had a crush on tied down and tickled frightened her. She already knew how ticklish Becky was, and that was during a pleasurable sexual experience. Marge intended on torturing her and that affected her heart. “Marge!!! Are you…..are you going to torture her?” she asked.
“Of course, I am. She deserves it. She made my favorite woman betray me. She has to pay the price. Tell me, since you kissed her and I am sure you fucked her, do you know if she is ticklish?” Marge asked, then started to lightly flutter her fingers across the spanked ass cheeks, causing them to clench. She felt the body squirming and now she heard cute giggles coming out.
“Hehehe Marge! That tickles!” Rita squealed as she felt those fingers lightly tickling her ass. Her rear end was always sensitive and after getting spanked, they were extra responsive to touch. She also thought about poor Becky being tied down and tickled all over by this ruthless woman. She knew that Becky would not be treated like a robbery victim. Marge would truly try to torture her and that really frightened her. “You can’t!!! You hehehehe can’t torture someone from law enforcement!” she giggled.
“We played with Darby, remember?” Marge reminded Rita as her fingers now stroked right down the crack of the ass, sending Rita into a fit of giggles. She did enjoy watching this helpless ass shake around in ticklish agony. She wanted to keep torturing Rita and the only way she would stop is if she agreed to make Becky’s life miserable. “So, you will bring that idiot to me. Ok?” she told her.
Rita felt the fingers lightly tickling the crack of her ass and it drove her wild. Her rear end was very sensitive at the moment, and she didn’t know if she could handle it right now. Then she thought about poor Becky and Marge’s plans. She knew that Becky would be broken and that really got her emotions going. She knew deep down she couldn’t refuse to help lure Becky. She was already being punished and humiliated. If she did not want to help her, then Marge would probably do more embarrassing punishments to her. However, she adored the young apprentice and didn’t want to see her suffer. “Hehehehehehe Marge! Please don’t torture her!!! She doesn’t hehehehe know anything!!!! She doesn’t deserve it. She OW!!!! THAT HURT!!!” she yelled as she felt the tickling stop and a hand smacked her ass.
Marge heard the defense of Becky, and it angered her. She had to remind Rita that she was being punished and that she would do what she says or suffer. She started to spank that tender ass and felt good when she heard the cries of humiliating pain. She gave the ass a few strikes, then started to rub the palm of her hand over the now extremely responsive ass cheeks. “This isn’t a choice. You either do what I say, or I will spank these buns for a long time, then you are going to be completely naked next.” she threatened.
Rita wanted to cry as the pain was getting to her. The soft caressing of her ass at this moment felt better, but she was so very sensitive it also tickled her. She thought about Becky being in this position and it was a terrible thought imagining her suffering even more. She still never forgotten the emotion that Becky displayed when she cried over the Donna Prescott interaction. That young lady was so emotional, and she really felt for her. Now, if she did what Marge told her, she would suffer even more. Her legs continued to twitch around, and she felt nervous. Her own body was getting weak from all the torture that Marge inflicted. When she heard that she could be naked, that meant that Marge was going to truly punish her and even sexually humiliate her. It was a tough choice, and she got really sad. “Marge….hehehee…..she’s my friend. Please hehehee don’t torture her.” she begged.
“I am going to torture her. That is final! Now, either you agree to help me, or I promise, Rita. I will make you suffer more than you can imagine. You know that woman Sylvia is ruthless. I will give you over to her and she can do whatever she wants to your body as far as I am concerned. I will fire you and she will have you.” Marge threatened. She was surprised she just threatened to fire Rita, but her anger got the best of her. Now that she said it, she couldn’t go back. She felt some regret, but at this point, revenge on Becky was very important to her.
“You would fire me? Marge……” Rita said in response. She was stunned to hear that she could be fired and handed over to the assassin. She witnessed firsthand how ruthless Sylvia could be when she broke poor Alice. If she was fired, that meant that there could be a possibility that she could be a sex slave herself. That truly broke her because her boss, her friend, would actually do that to her. She started to cry because the emotion was too great. This was a horrible moment in her life, and it just broke her.
Marge listened to those cries, and she felt a little guilty over her threat. She knew she had to shake it off because if Rita truly wanted to stick around, she would help her destroy Becky. This was the ultimate test of Rita’s loyalty. Would she leave the burlesque family, or would she turn in a woman that deserved to be tortured in her eyes? “Well, will you help bring her to me?” she asked.
Rita felt her entire body surrendering at this point. Her heart was broken into a million pieces. Someone she cared about was going to suffer. She did not want to be fired, nor lose her family. Becky was such a wonderful experience in her life, and she did have feelings for her. But she knew that relationship was not going to last forever, so she had to make the difficult decision to ruin Becky’s life. That really hurt her because the apprentice was truly innocent and a loving person. She started to cry harder because she knew what her choice was, and it really hurt. “Ok…..I will help you.” she cried.
“Good girl…..You are such a good girl, Rita. I knew deep down you loved us more.” Marge said and felt some relief. It would have broken her own heart if she sent Rita off to her doom with Sylvia, but she had to do this. Now she could make Becky Lockhart pay for all this emotional turmoil that they both were feeling. She couldn’t wait to get her hands on the woman and make her suffer. She moved her hand away from the ass and just listened to Rita crying. That also confirmed to her that there were most likely some romantic feelings between Rita and Becky. She justified it in her head that this was a necessary moment. She had to make sure they broke it off because otherwise the operation was in jeopardy. “Good. I think we will trap her tomorrow. You will bring her to me, then I will make her pay the price. You don’t even have to watch. I have plans for Becky Lockhart. Her life will never be the same….” she said in an ominous voice.
“Please don’t hurt her. Please…..” Rita cried as she listened to Marge talk about torturing Becky. This was such a horrible moment for her and now she hoped this punishment was all over. Her stockings were torn at her feet. Her underwear was pulled down, exposing her ass. Her ass was stinging with pain and also very sensitive. Her heart was broken, and she was an emotional mess at this point. She then felt her legs getting slightly spread and she had no idea what was about to happen. She hoped she could finally be free of this nightmare and just let her emotions go.
“You are a good girl after all. You may have sinned against me, but in the end, I see who you truly love. Now, I want to make you feel better…..” Marge said in a soft voice. She had spread the legs open a bit, then took the tip of her finger and slowly slid it down the ass crack. She felt the ass clenching and when she got near the hole, she kept going and touched the perineum. She wanted to give erotic pleasure to Rita after this ordeal. It would also show her dominance by making her have an orgasm at the worst emotional moment. Her finger then went further, and she felt those soft pussy lips. It was time to have some fun with the helpless pussy. “Enjoy this….” she whispered.
Rita felt that finger tracing down her ass crack and it tickled a lot. She couldn’t help but squeal in ticklish delight from it and then she felt it on her perineum. That was a very sensitive spot, and she couldn’t help but giggle. She felt so helpless at the moment. Marge was toying with her body, and she was very sad from everything. That spot really tickled and then she felt the finger on her pussy lips! She knew what that meant! Marge was going to give her sexual pleasure and force an orgasm out of it. She had witnessed it many times and now it was happening to her. She never had a forced orgasm and that made her surrender. Her boss dominated her and there was nothing she could do. She closed her eyes and just gave up. Her loins started to increase with sexual desire, and she just wanted to have this end. If she resisted, then the humiliation would be prolonged. She wanted to have an orgasm quickly, so she could finally be done. “Marge…..Marge….” she moaned.
“That’s right, my sweet Rita. Just enjoy. I am going to make you forget about Becky. Just enjoy this. I am going to make you cum…..” Marge teased as she continued to finger around the pussy. She already knew Rita’s spots on her mound after having a few friendly sexual interactions with her in the past. She knew how sexual her favorite dancer was and knew where to touch her. She noticed that there was no resistance, which meant Rita surrendered to her. That made her very excited and now she could feel the wetness. She moved her finger up and down the lips and even teased the clit a few times. She heard the soft mewling, and she got very turned on herself. Dominating Rita and breaking her got her sexually excited and she wanted to finish this woman off.
Rita felt the fingers touching her and it did feel good. She knew she had submitted to Marge, but her body didn’t care. After being tickled relentlessly on her feet, and having her ass spanked and tickled, she was very tired. She was also very emotionally spent. She was hurting emotionally because she knew she had to betray a woman who she had a major crush on. She had to help lure Becky to Marge, knowing she would suffer a lot. It was such a sad moment for her and now her body was trying to enjoy sexual pleasure. The finger teased her clit, and her hips started to grind. She felt shame as she was going to orgasm over this moment. She let out small gasps of pleasure as the finger worked its magic on her. “Marge….” she moaned.
“Give it to me. Cum for me…..” Marge said softly as her finger continued to play with the clit. As her finger played with the clit, she used her free hand to softly caress the tender ass. She wanted Rita to explode and make her very submissive to her. What she really enjoyed about this moment was that she tickle tortured Rita without the potion having an effect. This was Rita’s true ticklishness that she tormented, and she broke her. She imagined what would happen once she got Becky with the potion. She wanted to truly torture her and make her a sex slave. She started to apply a little pressure on the clit and the hips were grinding a little harder now.
Rita felt the caressing of her ass and the pressure on her clit. Her mouth was wide open, and the pleasure filled her body. She was dominated and felt so submissive. The feelings of an orgasm started to build. Marge knew where to touch her and how to touch her that made her get to this point a little faster than someone new could. She closed her eyes and started to imagine Becky. She imagined the two of them naked together and how she ravished her sweet body. That turned her on even more and now her orgasm was starting to crest. She started to pump her hips and her moans became louder. Then it hit her! The very strong waves of an orgasm washed over her, and she felt all that tension in her body melt away. She started to mewl a little as her body enjoyed the sensations.
“Good girl….That’s my good girl.” Marge said as she felt Rita’s body giving up and orgasm. She loved how she made her cum, and she felt very satisfied. She had just finished Rita, and she felt on top of the world. She then got out from under Rita’s body, and she knelt on the mattress. She saw Rita’s body lying there, with her naked ass showing and heard those soft mewls coming from her. She then gently patted her back and then placed her head next to Rita’s. She saw that left ear and kissed it. “Once I am done with Becky, she will be a very valuable sex slave. Thank you for helping make that happen. You are a good girl after all.” she whispered, then gave her a kiss on the left cheek.
Rita heard those ominous words, and it crushed her. Now she knew the full scope of Marge’s plan for Becky, and it truly hurt her emotions. Becky was going to be broken like Donna was and then sold off as a sex slave. Guilt started to wash over her because she felt that her feelings for the apprentice ultimately doomed her. Becky was not going to be a deputy. She was going to be a sex slave. That woman was going to have her life ruined, and it was all because of her. That made her cry, and she didn’t hold back. “I’m sorry…..I’m sorry….” she cried as she thought about Becky.
“Hehehe thanks Rita. Now, clean yourself up. We have some shows to do after all. I think tomorrow, we will lay our trap for Becky Lockhart and send her to her future destiny.” Marge said, then walked away. She heard Rita’s cries, and she smiled. She walked out of the room and could not wait until the next day.
Darby made it back to the station and she let out a sigh. It was already a busy day, and she still had so much to do. She had a nice conversation with Rosa and was still trying to believe that her lover was now committing crimes again. It just didn’t seem right because La Diabla was in such good head space just days ago. It wasn’t as though she was upset about anything. She knew she had to find her somehow and get to the bottom of what was happening. As she headed to her office she saw someone sitting in there. She saw long blond hair and she wondered who it was since she saw the back of the person’s head. She saw a fellow deputy and had to ask who was in her office. “Hey Scott, who is that in muh office?” she asked.
“Oh! She just arrived 15 minutes ago. She said her name is Kylie Rockford and she is a maid of Phoebe Wellington. She wanted to see you and I told her she could wait inside your office. I hope you don’t mind.” Deputy Scott answered.
“Oh no! I definitely do not mind! She is a friend of mine and I will go to see her. I wonder why she is here.” Darby wondered. She looked at Rosa and nodded her head to follow her into her office. She opened the door and had a smile on her face. “Kylie is that you?” she asked.
Kylie heard the familiar voice, and she turned around. She saw Darby standing there and she stood up from her chair. She saw the tall deputy and went to hug her. “Darby!!! I am so glad to see you!” she said as she embraced her friend.
“It is great to see you too!” Darby responded as she hugged the young maid. She loved talking to Kylie and grew to really like her when they were in Mexico battling Thalia and then during the reunion at Phoebe’s mansion. She wondered why she traveled to Plotsville and if Phoebe or Bessie came alone. “What brings ya to Plotsville?” she asked with a smile.
Kylie released the hug and then her mood changed. She had to deliver bad news to Darby and hoped she would help her. “You better sit down for this.” she said in a soft voice.
Darby heard that change in tone and now she grew concerned. The last time someone from Phoebe’s house contacted her unexpectedly, Bessie was kidnapped and that started that entire adventure against Thalia Laskaris. She prayed someone wasn’t hurt or kidnapped again. She got into her seat and now she was nervous. She noticed Rosa standing there and she felt bad for not saying anything. “Oh, muh apologies. Kylie, the woman standing there is from the Mexican Rurales. She is Rosa Mendoza. Rosa, this is Kylie Rockford, a maid of Phoebe Wellington.” she introduced.
Kylie turned around and shook Rosa’s hand. She liked the uniform, and it was amazing that someone from the Mexican Rurales was here in Plotsville as well. “Nice to meet you.” she told her.
“Nice to meet you too.” Rosa responded with a smile. She remembered reading about Phoebe Wellington in the papers when she wanted more information about Darby. She found out that Phoebe was the daughter of Gloria Wellington and took over the family business when her mother went to jail. It was such an amazing adventure to learn about, which only made her more confident that Darby could capture the notorious outlaw, La Diabla.
“Kylie, what is going on?” Darby asked. She felt butterflies in her stomach because Kylie didn’t seem too cheerful.
“This will be hard to say. Darby….” Kylie started to say. She knew telling Darby what happened to Phoebe was going to be tough but it had to be done so they could hopefully figure out who could have tortured Phoebe. “…..It is about Phoebe. She was attacked.” she finished.
“WHAT???? Phoebe was attacked? By who? Where? How?” Darby responded in shock. Hearing that Phoebe was attacked really hurt her soul. She had really got to know her and really cared for her. First it was Bessie that got attacked, now Phoebe.
Kylie heard that surprise in her voice and she felt sad. She knew this was going to be tough for Darby to hear because it was still tough for her to even think about what happened. “Yeah, she was attacked. We don’t know by who. Bessie and I found her in a desolate barn and….she was tied up. We could tell she was tortured.” she said.
Darby leaned back in her chair and her hands went over her mouth in shock. Hearing that someone had tortured Phoebe in a barn horrified her and now she was very concerned about her friend. “I-I can’t believe it. is she ok?” she asked.
“Luckily, we found her before nightfall. Whoever attacked her stripped her naked and tied her down. She would have been freezing if we hadn’t come to her in time. We could tell that……she was really humiliated. There were signs of it in the barn.” Kylie said. She started to think back to how she found Phoebe inside that barn. The image of her boss being tied to a sawhorse, her legs spread opened, which exposed her very naked pussy and she saw the soles of her feet resting on two crates Phoebe was kneeling on. She even remembered the clumps of shaving cream mixed with pubic hair on the ground as well as a feather sticking out from the ass.
Darby felt her heart aching as she listened to what Kylie said. It appeared that someone really tortured Phoebe and left her for dead. She wondered what could have happened to her and now she wanted to do something. “What kind of signs?” she asked.
“It is hard for me to say this, but we are all women in here and you are a good friend. Someone shaved her, if you know what I mean. She was moaning and looked completely exhausted.” Kylie said. She started to feel a mixture of emotions. She felt incredibly sad for Phoebe, but she also felt anger. She had her suspicions of who did it, but she needed help to find that woman.
Darby felt her heart sink when she heard that description. She knew very well what was meant by getting shaved. It happened to her a few times, and she wondered who could have done something like that to her. “Kylie, thanks for telling me this. I am so glad you and Bessie rescued her. I wonder who could have done this. When you spoke to her, what did she say about it?” she asked.
“That’s the strangest thing of all. She didn’t remember anything! When we told her how we found her, she was genuinely shocked! It was though she had no memory of being attacked at all! It was scary.” Kylie said as she remembered how emotional Phoebe got when she and Bessie had told her that she was found naked in a barn and appeared to have been tortured.
“What? She didn’t remember anything? She didn’t see who attacked her?” Darby asked in shock. It seemed odd that Phoebe didn’t remember anything. If she was tied up in a barn, stripped naked, and shaved, she had to remember something.
“It was really odd to me and Bessie too. She even got emotional because she could not remember anything at all. She said it was like her mind was in a fog. I don’t know what to make of it. All I know is that we need to find out who did this to her.” Kylie said. She started to feel a little angry the more she thought about it. She wanted to avenge the attack on Phoebe and had suspicion that Phoebe’s main rival was behind it somehow, just like she wondered who assaulted her at the Ball.
Darby heard that description again and something tingled in the back of her mind. She remembered not too long ago, she also experienced brain fog. It was the most peculiar thing. She had gone to the Burlesque show to investigate a potential connection to all the victims that were attacked by the thief. She never remembered leaving the premises and she even wound up naked in Mandy’s bed. That made her wonder if there was some kind of connection. If she woke up naked somewhere and couldn’t remember anything, then it was plausible that Phoebe experienced the same thing. She didn’t want to tell the two ladies in her office she experienced the same feeling. She wanted to keep that private. She then looked up and saw someone standing by her door. It was Becky! She motioned her hand for her to come in and smiled when she entered. “Becky! Thanks for stopping by actually. Kylie is here.” she told her.
Becky walked inside the office and was surprised to see Kylie sitting there. She had finished a few errands for the deputies and returned back to the station. She wanted to see if there was any information about the robbery at the Prescott house. Now that she saw Kylie, she got nervous. She remembered their encounter at the mansion where Kylie tickled her and dominated her sexually. It was a pleasant memory, but it still made her shy whenever she was in her presence. She saw Kylie smiling at her and she had a bashful smile herself. “Hi Hylie! Ya are here in Plotsville? What a surprise!” she told her.
“So good to see you, Becky! You look great as usual. I am here under unfortunate circumstances. Phoebe was attacked.” Kylie told her. She was excited to see Becky and when she saw that smile, her mind flashed back to that same night in the Wellington mansion. She loved dominating Becky and Vera. That was one of her greatest sexual escapades and she still fantasized about her. She wanted to tie her up and tickle her naked body for hours, then make her cum her brains out. However, she was here on business and had to remain focused on finding Phoebe’s attacker.
“What? Phoebe was attacked? By who?” Becky said in complete shock. She really liked interacting with Phoebe. She considered her a great friend. She never forgotten how Phoebe helped her in Ciudad Del Reina. It was when she woke up from being unconscious near the fort Thalia stayed in and realized everyone was gone. She felt heartbroken because she failed to keep everyone safe. She wanted to cry then, and Phoebe consoled her back in the hotel. She remembered the pep talk she got from her which helped rebuild her confidence. She also remembered getting her feet tickled by her and that helped her recover as well. It was because of Phoebe’s caring that she was able to refocus and eventually help bring down Thalia and her Greek crew and rescue everyone. Now, it seemed as though someone was after Phoebe, and she immediately wanted to help.
“We don’t know. That’s what we were discussing. Someone attacked her and humiliated her. I don’t know what is going on, but it just seems strange that all of these women are getting attacked. We have a thief running around attacking women in this town, Phoebe was attacked and the Prescotts were robbed. There is just too much going on.” Darby told the group in her office. She noticed that there definitely was a major crime wave happening and she wanted to stop it. There seemed to be a familiar pattern with all these moments, and she had to find out who was behind it all.
“Don’t forget about La Diabla. That vile woman is surely connected to this somehow.” Rosa added. She was very concerned about what was happening and wondered if the outlaw had anything to do with all the crime that was happening. If she kidnapped both Rocio and Isabel, then surely, she would attack someone like Phoebe. Even the M.O. sounded like her. After being tortured herself by La Diabla, she wouldn’t put it past her to attack someone like Phoebe and leave her for dead. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she is Ms. Wellington’s attacker.” she added.
Kylie was stunned when she heard what Rosa said. She thought she had said La Diabla and that shocked her. She had just seen the outlaw not too long ago and it would be impossible for her to attack Phoebe. They were friends. She looked at Darby and Becky and they both looked stunned as well. She knew she couldn’t tell this stranger that she had seen the outlaw, or she would be in trouble herself. “La Diabla? Wait, did you say La Diabla?” she asked.
“Yes!! That bitch kidnapped a woman in Mexico recently and brought her here. I think she kidnapped a second woman too. Knowing her the way I know her, it is not surprising for her to go after someone like Phoebe. Probably tried to rob her. I swear, I am going to find that woman and bring her to justice!” Rosa answered. She was feeling more determined to find La Diabla. She started to figure that she might have started a crew and was getting revenge on the citizens of Plotsville. “I think she wants revenge around here too.” she said.
Kylie was absolutely shocked to hear this woman saying that the woman she admired had kidnapped two women and potentially attacked Phoebe. She knew that attack was not her, but the kidnapped women was plausible but still made no sense. She remembered that La Diabla was going to spend some time in Mexico with Bella, Gabby and Veronica, and now that she was looking at a Mexican Rurale, it actually seemed credible even though she had doubts. “I don’t think it was La Diabla. Besides, I thought she was dead or something. I can’t see her attacking Phoebe.” she said, trying to defend her in a way.
“Oh, you don’t know her like I do. That woman is pure evil. I had a confrontation with her in Mexico and have been hot on her heels ever since. She will pay for all the crimes she has committed. I must find her.” Rosa said with determination.
Darby swallowed hard because there were three women out of four in this room that knew La Diabla and her friendly side. She knew the outlaw could commit serious crimes because she did so in the past. It just didn’t seem like she would do it now, but if Rosa had a confrontation with her, then something must have happened. “It could be, so we need to check all leads. I am very concerned about Phoebe. I will have to help her too. I don’t know what is going on lately, but I think something big is happening. We have to find out what it is and put a stop to it. These crimes seem related somehow. We just have to find out how.” she told them.
“I know I am asking a lot, Darby. I know you are extremely busy with things here and just listening to all of you, it does sound like something extra is happening. Hey, what if it is Thalia again? I mean, she escaped from us. What if she is back and somehow behind the attack on Phoebe and even behind some of the crimes here?” Kylie asked. She wondered if Thalia had a hand in things because she could not believe it was La Diabla.
“I wouldn’t count that out, but we got a lot on our hands. It doesn’t help that there is a festival coming up soon. I think I will have to work extra hard. I have to find this thief. I have to help find La Diabla. I have to help set up security for the festival and now I have to find out who attacked Phoebe.” Darby said as she thought about how difficult her job was about to be.
“You got all of us. Let us help you. I came here to help find out who attacked Phoebe. I have my own suspicions but not entirely sure.” Kylie offered. She felt the urge to help her friend and also get revenge for Phoebe. She was itching for another adventure and if it was going to include La Diabla, she definitely had to assist.
“Thank you, Kylie, I know you want to find out what happened to Phoebe, and I love her to pieces too, but I have to focus on Plotsville first. You are not a deputy, but I will let you help me. Perhaps if we all work together, we might find that all of these things are connected to each other. We solve one, we solve them all. Now, who do you think is behind the attack on Phoebe? That might be a good start for us to investigate.” Darby asked. She wanted to find any lead she could to help solve these cases. She was very happy that Becky would help, and she had Rosa. Kylie was different because she was technically a maid, she could not let her get involved with any physical interactions with prisoners.
“Ya know I am gonna help ya, Darby! Deputy Apprentice Becky Lockhart reporting for duty!” Becky said, then stood rigid and saluted her. She wanted to get back into action and find the thief. It would also distract her from Donna trying to fire her. She figured if she could help solve these crimes, then she could become a deputy and not get fired. Then she jumped when she heard a knock at the door. “AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!” she screamed.
Darby was stunned when she heard Becky scream in fear when the door knocked. She wanted to laugh as well. She shook her head and saw that sheepish smile on her apprentice’s face. “Come in….” she said aloud.
“Darby, I have Ulysses Prescott here. He looked very scared, and he asked to speak with you. The Sheriff is on an errand, so he asked for you.” Deputy Scott responded.
“Ah, ok. I will talk to him.” Darby told her friends then stood up. She had seen him not too long ago and wondered what he wanted. She walked out of her office and noticed Becky walking with her. That was fine and she told both Rosa and Kylie to wait for a moment. She then walked to the front of the station and saw Mr. Prescott standing there. He was gripping his hat in his hands, and he had a look of worry on his face. She walked up to him and smiled. “Mr. Prescott, what can I do for ya?” she asked.
“T-Thank you for talking to me. I had to come see you. I know you told me not to worry, but I can’t help it. It has been hours since I saw my daughter. She surely would have come home by now. She knew me and my wife were coming home today. I am very worried right now. I think that maybe something happened to her. The only thing stolen from my home was that valuable ruby, but that was when she was there. You know someone broke into my home and nothing was stolen. Yet, Donna has not come back. I even went to a few places she likes to frequent. No one had seen her all morning. W-What if she was kidnapped? What if whoever broke in kidnapped her instead of trying to steal my jewelry?” Mr. Prescott asked. He kept going around town and usually, someone would tell him about what she did to them almost daily. It was odd that no one seen her all day. It was afternoon and she had been missing for at least the morning. He felt desperate and needed to make sure she was ok.
“Mr. Prescott, I am sure she is fine. Does she ever go visit friends somewhere?” Darby asked. She could hear the worry in his voice, and she wanted to comfort him. She didn’t like Donna but could understand a parent’s worry about their child.
“No, she doesn’t frequent many friends. To be honest, I don’t think she has any.” Mr. Prescott said. His eyes lowered and he started to feel sorrow. He knew how his daughter was, and she was most likely taken. He looked back up at Darby and hoped she could help him. “Deputy Darby, I am really worried about her. This is not like her at all. I know Donna can be…..well…..a handful. I know what she is like and how people view her. But she is my daughter. I love her very much. I just want her back home, safe and sound. I hope you can locate her for me. I am really, really worried about her.” he told her with his voice cracking a little.
Darby heard the angst in Mr. Prescott’s voice, and she felt sorry for him. She heard him recognize that Donna was not well liked, but he was right. She was still his daughter, and he had every right to be concerned about her. She felt sorry for him because he was always a gracious man and was a very important member of the town. “I understand Mr. Prescott, we will-“ she tried to say before she was interrupted.
“We will find her. Don’t ya worry, Mr. Prescott. We will make sure she is safe and sound.” Becky said. She heard the entire conversation and even though she really did not like Donna at all, she felt for Mr. Prescott, and he deserved to know where his daughter was. She looked at Darby and nodded her head.
“Yes, we will find her and bring her back home. I promise you.” Darby told him. She saw him looking a little happier and she hoped he would see Donna was ok.
“Thank you, thank you both. I know she can be rude at times, but I really hope she is ok. I owe you both a lot when you find her. Thank you. Please find her.” Mr. Prescott said with gratitude in his voice. He shook both of their hands and put on his hat. He then left the station and prayed that they would find his daughter soon.
“We got to find her. I feel bad for him. He seems really worried.” Darby said, then looked at Becky. She was surprised that she was so willing to help a woman that really affected her emotions. That was something she always loved about Becky. She had the biggest heart. “You really want to find her, even after everything she had put you through?” she asked.
“Yeah, because I like Mr. Prescott. He is such a nice man, and he looked so sad. I don’t like her much, but I don’t want nothin’ bad to happen to her. Besides, with all the stuff going on, ya will need some help because we have so much to do.” Becky told her. She wanted to help Darby solve all these different cases. Now they had to find a woman they both didn’t like, but it was the right thing to do. She stood up straight and saluted Darby once again. “Deputy apprentice Becky Lockhart reporting for duty!” she said.
Darby chuckled when she saw that salute and figured it was time to get started on these cases. She still had to find out what happened to Phoebe and if La Diabla was committing crimes again. She knew that this was going to be a tough journey, but she was ready to face it because so many people needed help. “Ok, let’s get Kylie and Rosa and get to work. We have to get a break sooner or later in these cases. I can feel it happening.” she said, then headed back to her office.
TRAFFICKING LOCATION
La Diabla sat in a chair and continued to think about her situation. She was back in Texas against her will and she was at this facility. It was starting to get late in the day, and she was told that a new slave would arrive, and torture would commence. She still didn’t understand why she had to be an enforcer when so many women were here. Sylvia was a trained assassin she found out, so she could handle anything that got out of control. She also knew Pilar and Maria were here. Maria didn’t appear to be a fighter, but Pilar was. She already knew Pilar was sucking up to Priscilla and wanted to be a big time criminal. She also remembered that the women from the burlesque show were also present, so it made no sense for her to even be at this location. She had a feeling it was Priscilla’s way of antagonizing her and making her subservient. La Diabla continued to try and think of a plan of how she could destroy this place and rescue her mother and kill Priscilla. It was tough because so many people were watching her as well. She wished she could get word to Darby somehow. There would be nothing sweeter than having her lover come and bust this place. She knew Priscilla would be defeated again and she wanted to make that woman’s life miserable any chance she could get. She then saw Pilar approaching and she rolled her eyes.
“Not happy to see me? hehehehe Listen La Diabla, we are doing well right now. There will be a new slave coming later and we will have some fun. Tonight, I want you to watch over the prisoners while we have a celebration. I know you don’t like us, so you shouldn’t mind babysitting the ladies.” Pilar told her. She felt powerful ordering La Diabla around. The outlaw was a very dangerous woman, and she had full authority over her. She wanted to become more powerful and if she could order La Diabla around, it would make her shine in Priscilla’s eyes.
“Fine. You bitches can enjoy yourselves. Hell, you can all have an orgy for all I care. When are we going back to Mexico, and is my mother safe?” La Diabla asked. She always thought about Isabel and her heart ached each time knowing she was in danger.
“She is fine…..for now. As long as you do what we say, she will be fine. Now, I really want to ask you to clean the water dishes for the slaves, but I am in a great mood so you can just sit there and scowl. Hahahaha” Pilar teased. She felt untouchable and hoped the outlaw would talk back to her. She had the advantage and always could tell Priscilla that she disobeyed something. That would put Isabel in danger and that would truly hurt the outlaw.
La Diabla started to seethe hearing Pilar try to denigrate her. She knew that once her mother was safe, she was going to take out Pilar first. That woman annoyed her, and she was the same woman that had the knife to her mother’s throat. Everyone involved with Isabel’s kidnapping was going to pay a severe price. “Are you done yet?” she asked sarcastically.
“Pilar, stop agitating her. Hehee” Sylvia said as she entered the room. She heard Pilar giving La Diabla an attitude and she loved it. However, she didn’t want the outlaw to snap, which could cause a lot of problems. She saw La Diabla’s face and knew if looks could kill, Pilar would be six feet under right now. She then approached La Diabla and sat down across from her. She knew how tense she was, but she had business to discuss. “Listen, tomorrow me and you have an assignment. We need to scout the best train car to hide in. We need to learn when they come in and where they go. There should be a common schedule. Once we have our first auction, I plan to go to Mexico. My work will be done here, and I will bring a special gift for my employer.” she told her.
“Gift? What kind of gift does Priscilla need?” La Diabla replied. She was ok with leaving this facility to go scout train routes, but she was curious about a gift. She knew Sylvia was hired by Christos, but figured it was Priscilla that would receive a gift.
“Hehehe no, Priscilla is not getting a gift. She has already been given one considering this operation is taking place. No, this gift is for Christos. He wanted a gift, and I will bring it to him. This is where I will need your help. I can’t tell you what it is right now, but trust me, it will be a great moment. I just need you to be ready for when the time comes.” Sylvia explained. She thought about this plan, and it made her really excited. She couldn’t wait to see the look on the outlaw’s face when she finally captured Darby and prepared her to go to Mexico.
“Ok, whatever. Oh, when you get back to Greece, can you tell him I said he can go fuck himself?” La Diabla requested with a smile. She always wondered who this man was that was pulling all the strings. He was the one who employed Thalia. He was the one who was financing things and making lives miserable. She thought he was a gutless coward for sending minions instead of doing things himself. She really had a lot of satisfaction knowing that she and Darby had defeated his greatest warrior.
“Hehe you’re cute. If it wasn’t for others, you would have met him already and been a fuck toy. You’re lucky I am not sending you there as a sex slave anyway. I am sure he and Thalia would enjoy your beautiful body very much.” Sylvia responded. She did hate the fact that she couldn’t capture this woman and bring her back. She was part of the reason her friends were all defeated. Darby could not beat Helga, Svetlana and Thalia by herself. This same outlaw assisted her, and she really wanted to torture her too. However, she was employed in a sense by Priscilla and knowing that her mother was in danger, made it sweeter. She knew La Diabla was miserable and hoped she would stay that way.
“But I am not, am I? Oh, you can also tell Thalia that she is just a ticklish little kitten. If it wasn’t for Priscilla, I would have owned her pussy…..” La Diabla said with a smirk. She figured she might as well get under Sylvia’s skin. If she could make these women pissed off, the better it was. She had to follow orders, but no one ever said she had to be happy about it.
“Just be ready tomorrow. We got a big day ahead of us. Now, if you will excuse me, I will talk to Marge. She and her ladies will be by here soon with a new victim. I think I will play with this one. I have to keep my skills up. Want to help?” Sylvia offered. She was looking forward to tormenting some woman and having a good time. She hoped she would be really pretty and very innocent. Those were the best ones to torture, just like the first slave, Alice, was.
“I think I will sit it out. You ladies seem to enjoy torturing them. I will just watch. After all, I have to practice watching them, right?” La Diabla said with sarcasm in her voice.
“Suit yourself.” Sylvia said with an eyeroll. She then heard the door open, and she looked towards the entrance way. She smiled because she saw Rita and Olga appearing. She saw they had big smiles on their faces and guessed that they must have had a new play toy. Olga had a smile, but Rita looked a bit distant in her eyes. She had no idea what was wrong with her, and she didn’t care. She was all about business and wasn’t making any friends. The only one she seemed to really like was Ingrid. “Welcome back! So, you brought some fun with you?” she asked.
“Not yet! The show is still taking place so we couldn’t get someone just yet. We came early because I haven’t been to this place yet and I am looking forward to playing with some new slave! Hehe” Olga said with a huge smile on her face.
“Good. I guess that makes sense. Marge has to act like everything is normal. I really hope she brings a cute one. I know Donna was a lot of fun, but I want someone really pretty.” Sylvia said. She looked at Rita who seemed to be staring out into space and her curiosity got the better of her. “Hey Rita, what’s wrong?” she asked.
Rita looked at Sylvia and heard her question. She was still trying to put her own mindset back together after being tortured earlier in the day by Marge. It was such an unnerving time for her. She even skipped her performances of the day because her heart was broken. Marge punished her and she had to betray Becky coming up. She tried her best to put on a cheery face, but now that she was not in the showroom, her sadness took over. She tried to smile back at Sylvia because she did not want to tell her what happened to her. “Nothing. Just a long day. Looking forward to hearing some cheerful laughter.” she said.
“She had a tough day. She will be fine though.” Olga added. She heard that Marge and Rita had a session together and she wondered how bad it went. Rita was usually cheerful, but she was so distant throughout the day. Diane told her that Marge appeared to be punishing Rita and not just having a sexy game with her. She knew better than crossing Marge, so she didn’t even ask what happened. When she rode to this place with Rita, she kept to herself and figured that Rita must have been punished over something. Now, she wanted to change the mood and smiled at Sylvia again. “This place looks awesome! Can I look around?” she asked.
“Sure. Maria, can you show this sweet lady around the facility? Eventually she will have to take care of the slaves, so she needs to see how this place is laid out.” Sylvia instructed. She then watched as Olga walked off with Maria, then she looked back at Rita. She sensed that something was very wrong, and she had to make sure it didn’t hurt their operation. “Are you sure you are, ok?” she asked her.
“Yes, I am ok. Just a tough day that’s all. I will be fine.” Rita responded. She took a deep breath and tried her best to smile. She saw Pilar and La Diabla standing there, and she had to maintain her composure amongst these scary women.
“Ok. Where is Ingrid? I like that woman….” Sylvia said and thought about the diminutive dancer. She really liked her personality and style. Even though she was the one who broke Ingrid and caught her in her act as a thief, she grew to enjoy being around her. She had an aggressive personality, and she loved to torture. She even started to wonder if she could be her sidekick when she returned to Europe.
“Ingrid will be here tomorrow. She is on assignment tonight. She will break into some woman’s home, tie her up and torture her. She is her thieving persona tonight.” Rita said. She did enjoy Ingrid’s passion for robbing women of their jewelry. She had been very successful as of late as she brought back some very expensive jewelry, particularly that ruby jewel stolen from Donna Prescott’s home. They still haven’t taken the stolen jewelry to the black market to cash it in yet, but that was to happen very soon.
“Ah, very good. I hope she gets back soon. I wanted to see her work over the new slave, but I guess that will have to wait. Well ladies, I guess we should relax for a little bit. It is going to be a fun night.” Sylvia told the group, then went to sit down and perhaps get some drinks. She felt very confident in her plan, and she was still biding her time before she went after Darby. That had to be perfect because she could not make any mistakes. She knew she had to capture her before she left back for Greece. Darby was too popular to disappear without a large search party looking for her. Holding her here for days would not be smart, so she had to capture her, and then depart for Greece very soon thereafter. She looked over at La Diabla who still looked miserable. She thought of an idea for her when she captured Darby and that would be a moment she would never forget as well as either the deputy and the outlaw.
La Diabla watched as everyone started to make conversation. She sat alone and just went to her thoughts. All she thought about was Isabel. This situation was the most heart wrenching of her life. Darby suffering was horrific, and so was Cheyenne suffering in Santa Selena. This was entirely different. She didn’t always see her mother, but she loved her deeply. The thought of her being in harm’s way really bothered her because she could not get her free. Her determination was there and all she knew was that once she freed her, Priscilla was going to leave the Earth permanently.
Darby leaned back in her chair and sighed. It was evening time, and she worked on the several cases all afternoon long and into the night. She was grateful that she had company, and they were all helping her. It was a tough time, but also enjoyable. She started to get to know Rosa a little more and found her to be charming. She knew the woman had a vendetta against La Diabla and the worse part was that she couldn’t defend the outlaw. She was happy that both Becky and Kylie didn’t defend her either because that would mean they all had contact with her, and they had to keep that a secret. She was also happy to see Becky in a better mood. Her apprentice went through a lot and to see her smiling was such a relief. She was feeling tired and a little discouraged because even though they pored over reports and discussed theories, they had no idea what to do. It even bothered her that they went around town looking for Donna Prescott and no one knew where she was. That was disheartening because it meant that she was most likely kidnapped. Breaking the news to Mr. and Mrs. Prescott was difficult. It really shaped her perspective on Donna. She was someone’s loved one and even though she didn’t care for her too much, someone else did. That was the important thing. Someone loved Donna and she had to find her to help bring her parents peace. She looked over at her friends and saw they were getting tired as well. She figured it was time to call it a night and get started again early in the morning. “Hey ladies, I am beat. Let’s call it a night. I think we need some rest, so we can look at this with fresh eyes tomorrow.” she told them.
“Yeah, I yawn agree. I am beat. I traveled all day, and I am tired. Where is the nearest hotel for me to stay in?” Rosa asked as she stretched out her arms. She wanted to get some rest and hoped to start looking for La Diabla the next day. She wanted to help Darby solve the local cases, that way she could be focused on finding the notorious outlaw.
“Nonsense! You can stay at muh house. I don’t want you to have to worry about being in a hotel all alone. You too, Kylie. You traveled a long way to get here, and I appreciate you wanting to help. I promise we will find Phoebe’s attacker and bring them to justice. Do you really think you saw who may have done it at the Ball? The same one Cheyenne and Molly went to?” Darby asked. She got a description of who Kylie suspected and was stunned to find out it was a woman. That made her wonder if she was connected to the thief that went around tormenting women. She was relieved to hear it was a blond woman and not a woman with long black hair. She really wanted this attacker to be some random woman, because she did not want it to be La Diabla, even though that seemed impossible.
“Yeah, I remember her. I think she did it. I do thank you for having me stay at your place. Can I call Bessie and tell her I will be staying overnight. I think they thought I would be back soon, but I want to help you here. We have to find the attacker and all those other cases need to be solved.” Kylie replied. Even though she described her attacker, she still didn’t tell them that she was attacked. It was a humiliating experience, and they didn’t have to know what happened to her. She was also very interest in this woman from Mexico. It blew her mind that La Diabla could be committing crimes. She adored the outlaw and found her to be very personable and kind, which contradicted her reputation. She knew Darby wanted to solve that case, and so did she.
“Sure. Becky, can you show Kylie the telephone so she can call the Wellington mansion?” Darby asked. She saw Becky smile and then she and Kylie left the office. She looked over at Rosa and smiled. “I can’t thank you enough for helping me with muh cases. I know you are here for a reason and trust me, I am just as interested in La Diabla as you are. I mean, she has been gone for so long, I just find it hard to believe she would return to this area.” she told her.
“I am very glad to help. Seeing you in action is a great thing. I admire you. You are such a hero to women out there. You are a decorated deputy in the United States West. Your job is dominated by legendary men, yet you are a legend yourself. I don’t get to hear much news from the United States, but when I researched you, I saw those articles and you are such a phenomenon. You stopped sex trafficking rings. Men have not been as successful as you are. I really look forward to you helping me capture La Diabla. There is no way she can defeat both of us. She will pay.” Rosa said as she beamed at Darby. She was rather impressed by the deputy and her exploits. She looked forward to arresting La Diabla and it would be symbolic if the greatest female deputy was there to help her. That would only increase her own prestige within the Rurales and perhaps get some clout.
“Yeah, seeing La Diabla will be something else alright….” Darby said knowing that if her lover was in fact kidnapping women, it would be a momentous occasion if they crossed paths. It would also break her heart. She knew it couldn’t be true, especially after the trauma of Santa Selena and Ciudad Del Reina. She then saw Becky and Kylie return and they had smiles. “Ok, are all of you ready to go? In fact, Becky, you might as well stay with me too. All four of us can camp out and make it a fun girls’ night. Hehe I don’t have a lot of beds, but someone can share with me, and I do have some comfy couches.” she offered.
“Thank ya, Darby! This will be a fun night! I like all of ya and I think we will make a great team and solve the cases!” Becky said with enthusiasm. She liked the idea of an all women group solving the biggest cases in Plotsville. She wanted to keep forming that bond and even gain more knowledge and experience so she could achieve her ultimate goal. To become a full-time deputy in the town of Plotsville. She walked out of the office with the ladies, and they were headed off to a night of fun.
Ingrid slowly made her way into the residential area of Plotsville. It was evening and the sun was down. She loved this time of night because it wasn’t too late, and her victims would be awake. She had a new target in mind. There was a woman that came into the Burlesque show the day before and she liked her. She was an older woman, perhaps in her 30s and she looked rather attractive. She spied on the woman and when she learned that her husband had left town on business, it made her an instant target. She told Marge what her plans were and that she would get another score of jewelry for them to add to their collection. Her Plotsville raids were very successful and when they finally sold the jewels on the black market, they were going to make a fortune. She got into her loose black clothing and put on her mask. Now, she was the “Tickling Thief” and couldn’t wait to assault another victim. She made it to the woman’s home and looked around. The neighborhood was quiet as most of the townsfolk were at home already. She peered through the window and saw the woman sitting in a chair and appeared to be knitting something. “Hehehe such a perfect target! This will be a lot of fun!” she told herself.
She then attempted to open the window and was delighted it wasn’t locked. She pulled the windowpanes open and it was time for her to slide inside. Once she got inside, she looked around and noticed she was in a bedroom. She knew she was moments away from surprising the woman and tickling her silly. She thought about the sex slave operation and the way they brutally tickle tortured the slaves. She felt a little frisky at the moment and determined that she was going to have some sexual fun with this victim. She really hoped she was really ticklish as well. She also thought about perhaps making her a candidate to be a sex slave. They needed a variety of women, so this one would be a great candidate. She then sneaked into the living room area and saw the woman’s back ther,er and she was still knitting. She could hear her humming a tune and now it was her time to shine! She walked up behind the woman and then quickly placed her arm under the woman’s chin and around her neck. “You scream and you die!” she declared.
Darby walked with her companions through the streets and felt tired. It was a long day, and she just could not wait until she could sit down, take off her boots and just enjoy the company of these women. They were all having a good laugh together and the energy was good. She was getting close to her house and knew this was going to be a great bonding night. Rosa was very cordial and had good energy. She already had a relationship with both Kylie and of course, Becky. Having a girls’ night was something she really wanted to have. “We are almost to muh house. Hehehe I can’t wait to hear more about your adventures with the Rurales. You already had some great ones!” she told Rosa.
“I have so many! Most of them are from what the men tell me, but I got a few of my own. It is such a demanding job but can be so much fun too. I get to see all kinds of things being the bodyguard of Lorena Navarro. The mayor of the town and her are very generous people, so of course they are targets of the bad guys.” Rosa responded. She liked the walk to Darby’s house, and she was grateful that she was included. She saw the chemistry between the other three women, and she loved it. They all went through that ordeal at Ciudad del Reina, and she hoped to hear more stories.
“I can imagine. We just had someone take a shot at our mayor not too long ago, so protecting leaders is quite a difficult job. Ok, muh home is four houses away. I hope you all find it cozy.” Darby smiled. She continued to walk and when she passed by one of the houses, she thought she heard something. She stopped in her tracks and tried to listen closely. “Hey, do y’all hear that?” she asked.
Becky stopped in her tracks and heard Darby’s question. All of them stayed very quiet and she tried to listen for sounds. She thought she heard something but wasn’t sure what it was. She continued to listen, and she swore she heard…..laughter. That made her smile because someone inside a house must have been having a good time. “I think I can hear laughter.” she said with a smile.
“Yeah, I thought I heard laughter too. Hehehe Someone is having a good time.” Darby smiled. She could hear distinct laughter and looked towards the house of one of her neighbors. She knew the woman inside the house, Brenda Holcutt, and her husband Chester. They were a cordial married couple and would wave at her whenever she passed by. She didn’t see them as the laughing type because Chester was usually very stoic, and Brenda was also kind of kept to herself. It was good to hear her laughing because it meant she must have been having fun.
Rosa smiled because she started to hear the laughter. She liked people having a good time, then she thought she heard something peculiar. The sound was very loud, then suddenly there was silence. “Hey, you may think I am crazy, but it sounded like someone called for help.” she said.
“Yeah, I thought I heard that too. Hmmm….no more laughter.” Kylie observed. She could hear the faint laughter and thought she heard the same thing. She looked towards the house and wondered why everything went silent.
Darby looked at both Kylie and Rosa and thought about what they heard. If Brenda yelled for help, then she felt the need to go check on her. She thought she could knock on the door and pretend to ask for some sugar. “You know, let me go check on her. Just to make sure. Can you stay right here? I will be right back” she told her friends.
“Sure. We will be right here. She is probably having some fun or something. It might be nothing.” Rosa responded. She watched as Darby headed to the house and figured she would come right back shortly.
Darby made her way up the walkway and made it to the porch of the house. She saw that there was a light inside and before she knocked, she peered through the window and tried to look past the curtain. She could partially see into the living room and saw a chair knocked over and a blanket on the ground. That got her senses buzzing because of Rosa and Kylie said. If they heard the word “help” and now she saw a knocked over chair and a blanket on the floor, it made her very concerned. She looked over at her friends and motioned her hand for them to come closer. Once they all made it to the porch, she whispered to them. “I think something’s happening inside. I see a chair knocked over and things just don’t feel right. Rosa, can you go to the window on the side of the house and check to see if anything looks strange. I want to make sure Brenda is ok. I know her husband left town yesterday, so she might be alone. I hope it is nothing, but I have this bad feeling.” she instructed.
“You got it! Let me go there now.” Rosa said. She started to have her own senses tingling because someone could be in trouble. She thought she heard the word help and now she hoped whoever was inside was just having fun and wasn’t in any danger. She made it to the side window and noticed it was slightly ajar. She then looked inside, and her heart stopped! She saw a small figure on top of a woman who was lying on the bed on her stomach. She appeared to have a gag of some sort in her mouth, and her ankles were tied up. She saw the woman’s shoes were off and the small figure was wiggling her fingers in the air. What stunned her was the small figure was wearing a hooded mask. The curtains were still in the way, but she could see enough to figure the woman was about to have her feet tickled. She slowly backed away from the window and headed back to the porch. She saw Darby, Becky and Kylie standing there and they wondered what happened. “I-I see a hooded person on top of the woman! I think she was going to do something to her feet!” she told them.
Darby looked right at Becky and they both had the same look on their faces. “The Tickling Thief!” they told each other.
Kyle had a shocked look on her face when she heard them mention a tickling thief. She knew they were looking for a thief going around tormenting women and it appeared they found the person they were looking for. “Oh no! What do we do?” she asked.
“Ok, This is our chance to finally catch this person! I will go through the back door. Rosa, guard the side window. Becky, you knock on the front door loudly. That should distract the thief and make them panic. Rosa, they might come right to you so be ready. I am going through the back door to make sure there is no escape. This is our chance!” Darby instructed. After all this time, they finally had an opportunity to catch the tickling thief. This same person caused so much trouble in town and if they could arrest them, it would be a huge thing.
“On it!” Rosa said, then went towards that side window. She felt a rush of excitement because she was about to help Darby arrest a criminal that was very wanted. This was her chance to use her skills in stopping whoever this was and bringing them to justice. She even entertained the thought of this thief being connected to La Diabla! She positioned herself by the window and put her hand on the butt of her gun in the holster. She took a deep breath and now it was time for some action!
Becky looked at Kylie and told her to stand back a little. Even though Kylie was a seasoned fighter, she still didn’t want to put her in harm’s way just in case. She took a deep breath and prepared to knock on the door. This was a huge moment. Catching this thief would be the greatest thing to happen right now. This same person evaded her clutches twice. The second time was one of the most humiliating moments of her life when she was tied up at Donna Prescott’s house and tortured her in front of Donna. She remembered how hard she was laughing and how her most private areas were also tickled and teased. This thief was the reason her job was in jeopardy and had Donna hating her. This one person made her life miserable and now, she could finally end it. She then knocked on the door loudly and prepared herself for a physical confrontation. “Mrs. Holcutt?! Are ya in there?” she shouted.
Ingrid felt her fingers sliding up and down the soft bare feet of Brenda. She loved the feeling on her fingers and the feet were wiggling wildly. She managed to subdue the woman and get her tied up. She had tickled her a little during the process of tying her up and discovered just how ticklish she was. Once Brenda yelled for help, she gagged her with her own sock. She did not want to potentially alert neighbors from the screaming. Now, it was torture time. The feet were quite large, size 9, and very chunky. She already started tickling those tender feet and demanded the jewelry. She loved these moments and was determined to make this woman suffer. Then she heard a knock on the front door, and she stopped her tickling. The knocking was very loud and that worried her. She did not expect company, and she couldn’t get caught. “Hey! Who is that at your door?” she asked Brenda.
“I-I don’t know! Please! Don’t tickle me!” Brenda begged as she felt those fingers resting on the bottoms of her feet.
“Dammit! Lucky you!” Ingrid yelled at Brenda. She grew very concerned by the banging on the door and grew upset. Someone was interrupting her tickling of these big feet. She figured this might be a lost cause and it might be better if she left the premises. She got up off of Brenda and figured that since the front door had someone there, she could just slip out of the window she came in and escape into the night. She gave one last tickle stroke to those helpless soles and headed towards the window. She opened the curtain and right when she was about to climb out, she saw some woman with a blue sombrero on her head and pointing a gun right at her. She went into a panic and went right back inside. There was someone at the front door, and now someone was at the side window. She ran back into the living room and headed towards the back door. She got really scared and had to escape. She did not want to go to jail. She opened the back door, then almost had a heart attack when she saw a tall woman standing there, pointing a gun right at her. Ingrid was trapped! She slammed the door and went right back into the house. She went into the living room and looked for another escape route. She figured she would have to go through the front door and just push over whoever was knocking. She opened the front door and saw a very familiar face looking right at her. “What the hell?!!! YOU???????” she yelled as she recognized one of them.
Becky saw the door open and saw the thief standing right there. This was her first confrontation with the woman after she put her life into misery. She saw the hooded mask and the very small stature. She felt a rush of adrenaline and knew this was the moment she had been waiting for. This thief caused so much terror in Plotsville and it made her life a mess. She placed her hands on her hips and knowing that the house was surrounded, she could finally capture the thief! "We meet again! Ya rotten thief! Ya are under arrest!” she yelled.
Ingrid froze as she heard those words. She started to feel a true panic in her body because she was surrounded. She turned around to run and suddenly saw the most feared Deputy in town, Darby Reeves. She figured she should go to Brenda and hold her as a hostage. She tried to run into the room, but suddenly, the woman with the sombrero was standing right there. She looked behind her and there was Darby. In front of her was Becky and now to the side of her, it was the mysterious woman. She saw another woman enter into the front door and stood next to Becky. There were now four women, and she was trapped. Her emotions really went wild, and she was in a panic. “Let me go!!! Get out of my way!!” she yelled, then rushed forward.
Becky saw the thief headed her way and she reared her fist back and swung it right at the small head. She remembered how agile the thief was, but this time, the person was in a panic. She connected with the punch and the small thief hit the ground in a thud. She was surprised that she actually connected with her punch and looked towards Darby. “Did I just do that?” she asked in shock.
“Yes, yes you did. Good job Becky!” Darby shouted. She felt excited because finally, they captured the thief that was going around terrorizing Plotsville. The same thief that humiliated her apprentice was now on the floor in a daze. She then went over to the small body and flipped her over onto the stomach. She took out her cuffs and handcuffed the wrists behind the back. It was a proud moment, and she felt energized by it all. “Hey, can someone check on Brenda? I hope she is ok.” she requested.
“I am on it!” Rosa said, then headed into the room. She felt excited that they had just captured a thief that caused so many issues. It was a top priority for Darby and now that the thief was apprehended, perhaps the rest of the cases could be solved. She went inside the bedroom and saw a tied-up woman on it. She saw those helpless soles facing her and now it was time to free the woman. She went to the ankles and started to untie them. “Don’t worry Ma’am, I got you…” she said in a comforting voice.
Becky was still in shock as she stared at the thief being apprehended. It was a surreal feeling that after all this time, this person had finally been captured. Now, she could finally get past her trauma and hoped the rest of the tough cases would be solved. She knelt down next to the prone thief, and she grinned. “I owed ya one! Now, ya are gonna go to jail! Hehehe” she gloated.
Ingrid started to come to her senses and then she realized she was on the floor and her arms were behind her back. The last thing she remembered was that she saw Becky and she wanted to run past her. Then she saw blackness for a moment. She looked around and saw boots surrounding her. The boots were large, and she started to squirm in her binds. “LET ME GO!!! LET ME GO NOW YOU DIRTY *****S!” she yelled.
“Dirty *****s? That is not nice. Ya are finally captured! I had been waitin’ for this moment for a long time! Hehehe” Becky smiled. She looked at Darby and could see a look of pride on her face. She then lifted the thief up to her feet and it was time to bring this woman in. But she had a burning desire that she had to do first. “Hey Darby, I think it is time we see just who is behind this mask!” she said with a huge smile.
“NO!!!! DON’T YOU DARE!!!! YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!!! DON’T YOU DARE!!” Ingrid screamed. Her heart was racing and every single emotion in her body was stimulated. She had been captured and captured by law enforcement. This was the second time she had been caught, but at least during the first time, she ended up business partners with Sylvia. This was much worse because her criminal career was over. She looked at both Darby and Becky and she had to try anything. She tried to stomp her foot on Darby’s boot, but the deputy moved out of the way.
“You sure are feisty thing! Trying to stomp muh feet, huh? I think we need to tie your ankles then.” Darby said and then looked around for something to tie the ankles.
“Here, use this.” Rosa called out as she re-entered the living room with Brenda. She felt a lot of pride at the moment because their quartet captured a thief and rescued a civilian.
“Becky, you can do the honors.” Darby said, then forced Ingrid back to the ground and got her on her stomach. She then straddled the legs to prevent them from kicking and waited until Becky tied the ankles. She was getting more excited because finally, a big break happened. This arrest would surely put to ease so many women’s minds.
Becky got the rope around the kicking ankles and cinched it tight. She looked at the small shoes and wondered how big they were. It was still a great feeling capturing this thief. It was her third confrontation and this time she won. There was a huge sense of pride, and she felt really happy.
Kylie watched as she saw both Becky and Darby apprehending the thief. She listened to both of them talk about how this same person terrorized so many women and even tortured Becky. She was very happy that Becky was safe, and she even had some resentment towards the thief. She adored Becky and to know that she was very sad because of a confrontation before, it really hurt her. She walked over towards the body and smiled. She knelt down by the head and stared at the hooded mask. “Don’t you know you just got arrested by the finest deputies in town? Your sad career is over….” she taunted.
Ingrid heard that taunt and looked at Kylie. She looked a little familiar, but just didn’t know where she may have seen her. She felt ashamed that she was caught and wondered what was going to happen to her next. She prayed they did not unmask her because if they did, then it put the entire Burlesque show at risk. That’s what hurt the most. It wasn’t just her that would be in trouble. It would be her entire work family. “LET. ME. GO!! And who the hell are you??” she yelled.
“I am Kylie Rockford. I am not happy you messed with my friends. I work for Phoebe Wellington, and it is quite the thrill to see you fail. You deserve to go to jail.” Kylie taunted. She loved how happy everyone was and was thrilled to be a part of it.
Ingrid was stunned when she heard who Kylie worked for. Then it dawned on her. That’s where she saw that woman before. It was at that gathering where she and Sylvia disguised themselves as servants and drugged Phoebe’s drinks with the potion to make her extra ticklish and abnormally horny. She felt some happiness in her body because she and Sylvia truly tortured Phoebe and it was a moment she would never forget. “Phoebe Wellington, huh? Hehehe If you don’t get out of my face, bad things will happen to you just like her…..” she grinned under her mask.
“What do you mean, bad things will happen to me just like her. How do you know Phoebe? What bad thing happened to her?” Kylie asked. Her adrenaline started to flow and wondered what the thief meant by all that. No one knew that Phoebe had suffered, so it was peculiar that this thief knew anything about that.
Ingrid realized her mistake and grew very nervous. She was not supposed to reveal anything because Phoebe had no memory of her humiliation. She started to sweat and had to play it off. “Nothing! I just know that woman lost out on her land deal! It was all over the papers!” she yelled, remembering that the bid for some land was in fact in the newspapers.
Kylie raised her eyebrow and wondered if this thief told the truth. It was true that Agatha’s bid was indicated in the newspapers, but there was really nothing about Phoebe except that she was a bidder. She was really curious about this thief and wondered if she knew more than she was saying. “I think you know something….” she said.
“GET AWAY FROM ME! ALL OF YOU! I DEMAND YOU LET ME GO!” Ingrid yelled. She was still captured, and they still threatened to take off her mask. Now her ankles were tied, and her hands were handcuffed behind her back. She felt shame washing over her because she was caught and these women seemed to relish in that fact.
Darby heard the demands, and she smiled. She felt a huge sense of relief, and now it was time to finally find out who this thief was. She looked at Rosa and Becky and instructed them to lift the diminutive thief and sit her in a chair. Once they did, she could see the thief squirming and trying to get loose. She stood there for a moment and smiled. Becky held one shoulder, and Rosa held the other to keep the thief in the chair. She walked up on the left-hand side to avoid the kicking legs. She placed her hand on top of the hooded mask and smiled. “Now, who are you?” she asked.
Ingrid felt Darby’s hand on her mask, and she started to panic. Her identity was about to be revealed, which will surely end her criminal disguise. She started to get emotional because she loved being the Tickling Thief. She felt the hood starting to slide off her head and she started to whine. “Noooooo!!!! Please don’t do this to meeeeeee!!!” she screamed.
Darby continued to pull the mask upwards, and she saw it slipping off the chin, then she saw more of the face. She could see the skin and just judging by the features, it was a woman! It was speculated that it was a woman, but it felt nice to confirm the gender. Then she saw the nose appear and she quickly pulled off the mask and now, the face of the thief was revealed! She saw the short cropped blond hair and she saw the eyes. She gasped as the thief was finally exposed. “Wait, don’t I know you?” she asked.
Becky felt great anticipation when the mask was coming off. This same person made her life miserable and now she would find out who they were. She saw the mask coming off the face and when Darby took it off completely, she was absolutely stunned. She saw the short cropped blond hair and instantly recognized who it was. “Ingrid???? YER THE THIEF????” she exclaimed.
Ingrid felt her face turning red with shame as her mask was taken off. Now, she was finished as a thief, and she wanted to cry. She really enjoyed what she did and the mystery of it all. Now, all these women saw her face, including the woman she was just tickling. She heard Becky’s voice, and she looked over at her. After humiliating her at Donna Prescott’s house, now she would have the last laugh. “Let me go….” she said.
“Darby!! It’s Ingrid! The dancer from the Burlesque show! She was the thief this whole time?” Becky asked in shock. She still couldn’t believe that it was a dancer at the show that was behind all the chaos. It was a dancer that tortured her and made her life miserable. It also started to affect her emotions because it meant that all the dancers knew who the thief was, including the woman who she had feelings for. The fact that Ingrid was the thief, it meant that Rita knew all along. She didn’t know how to feel about that, and she had to keep her composure.
“Well, I’ll be damned. The burlesque show is a criminal operation.” Darby said as she realized that Donna Prescott was right. That woman always said the show brought crime and she was correct. She shook her head because it meant that they would have to shut the show down and investigate. “Do you know what kind of hell you put women through? How could you do that?” she asked Ingrid.
“Let me go already. I didn’t do anything wrong. Just having fun with a fellow citizen.” Ingrid said. She was still very ashamed and upset that she was caught. She didn’t even look at her captors. She looked at the floor and wanted to be defiant. She had no idea how she was going to get out of this, and Marge would surely be upset. The entire group was in trouble, and it was because she got captured. She wanted to scream. She wanted to curse. She looked at her shoes and cursed herself for being caught.
“Didn’t do anything wrong? You TERRORIZED women in this town! Oh, I am going to have fun locking you up. But I do want some information from you. You were a successful thief and tortured many women. So, where are the jewels you stole? I think it is high time we returned them to their rightful owners.” Darby requested. She wanted to return the jewels that were stolen, including the ruby that was taken from the Prescotts. She wanted to make sure she returned that ruby to Mr. Prescott because she promised him.
Ingrid lifted her head and stared at Darby. She was very bitter and if she got caught, she definitely was not going to give up the loot she stole. “You can burn in hell, Deputy! I ain’t telling you anything!” she yelled in defiance.
Darby heard those words, and she shook her head. She could tell that Ingrid was not going to give up information easily. She knew she would take her to jail, but her job was not complete unless she returned those jewels. One thing stood out for her, which was if the jewels were sold, Ingrid would have said so. The fact she said she won’t say anything meant the jewels were still in town, so she could find them and return them. She looked at her friends and smiled. “Ladies, we finally ended the career of the Tickling Thief. However, I need to find those jewels. Returning them would mean everything to the victims she terrorized, as well as her capture. Any ideas how we can get her to talk?” she said with a knowing smirk.
Becky got excited when she heard that question. It just seemed ironic that they might use the same method that was used on her and so many other women. She was still getting used to using tickling as a weapon, but after tickling Babs Mckenzie after capturing her, and tickling the Greek woman, Peta, she knew just how effective it can be. The thought of getting some revenge on Ingrid sounded like a great idea, even if she truly felt that deputies shouldn’t torture prisoners. “I think I know….hehehe” she giggled.
Rosa saw the look on Darby’s face, and she couldn’t help but smile. After hearing this woman being called the “Tickling Thief”, it seemed appropriate she should face that kind of punishment. She looked at Ingrid and lowered her head next to her left ear. “I suggest you start talking, or things might get a bit rough for you. Hehehe” she whispered.
Ingrid heard those words, and she still remained defiant. She knew these deputies were honorable and as long as she didn’t talk, she would be ok. She looked over at Rosa and snarled. “Who the hell are you? Get away from me!” she snapped.
“Hehehe how cute. I am Rosa Mendoza, member of the famed Mexican Rurales. It gives me great pleasure to capture a criminal such as yourself. You deserve whatever happens to you. Funny how you got caught as soon as I showed up. I must bring good luck!” Rosa said and smiled. She then looked at Darby and winked.
“From Mexico, huh? I know tougher women from Mexico than you. Hell, I just……” Ingrid started to say, then stopped before she revealed that she met Pilar, Maria and La Diabla. She got mad at herself again for speaking too much.
“What was that? You just what?” Rosa asked. It appeared Ingrid was about to say something but stopped. She wondered if she was going to say something about Mexico. Her mind started to race as it was possible that this woman may have met La Diabla. It would all make sense. Ingrid was a criminal and so was La Diabla! Perhaps they were even partners in some sense. Now she really wanted to get Ingrid talking. It appeared this woman knew a lot more than just breaking into women’s homes, tying them up and tickling them. “I think we need to start making her talk. How about we take her somewhere and get some information out of her?” she requested.
Darby looked at Ingrid and wondered what she knew. She also wondered how much the rest of the dancers knew. This was probably the break she needed. It all made sense now. She knew there was some kind of connection between the victims and the thief. Now that she knew it was a dancer from there, it all fit into place. She got excited and now she needed Ingrid to start spilling her guts. “Ok, let’s take her in. I think Ingrid here needs to tell us everything she knows. Ok ladies, let’s grab her and we can let Brenda get back to her evening.” she instructed.
Becky went over to Brenda and hugged her. She knew how terrified the woman must have been because she endured that torture herself. She broke the hug and smiled. “Ya are safe now. Ya can rest easy as finally, we have caught this miserable thief!” she told her.
“Thank you, Becky. Thank you all! I hope that woman rots in jail!!” Brenda said with venom in her voice as she saw both Rosa and Darby lift the thief out of the chair and start to walk her out of her home. She felt very grateful that they stopped that woman from tormenting her and she looked at her feet. She knew how sensitive they were, and she would have given up the jewelry. Now, she understood why Donna Prescott was screaming about that burlesque show. She decided if she ever saw her again, she wanted to shake her hand.
UP NEXT: A thief faces justice
Ok fans, how did you like this part? There was a lot of story to this one, but it is the turning point in this series. Things will really start to ramp up as we head to the conclusion. I hope you enjoy the ride! Thanks again for the nomination. It would be the greatest honor to win that award. There are tickling community legends in that Pioneer room. To be in there with them would be very humbling. As always, your comments are most welcomed and very encouraged.
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PART 12
Diane opened the door and walked in. She was stunned when she saw Marge sitting on the bed and had a pair of feet sticking out from under her legs. She heard the begging laughter and recognized who it was. Rita was being tickled, and she smiled. She figured that Marge and Rita were having some fun together and didn’t think much of it. She did hear some laughter when she approached the door and wondered what was so funny. Since she would get her feet playfully tickled every once in a while, by Marge, this was not too surprising. She walked up to Marge and noticed she had a look of determination on her face. That was different because usually when they all played with each other, everyone was happy and having a good time. It made her wonder if she stumbled into something she shouldn’t be a part of. “Um, hi Rita, hi Marge. The customer is the guy who comes in and spends a ton of money. You know, the old guy with the white suit and hat? He just wanted to see Rita and hoped for a private dance with her. Am I interrupting something?” she asked.
“No. Tell the gentleman that Rita is not available right now and he can come back in a few hours.” Marge said. She wanted to get back to punishing Rita and didn’t have time for someone to interrupt her fun.
“Ok, I will tell him. Hey Rita, feeling ticklish? Hehehe” Diane joked as she saw the feet quivering.
Rita wanted to tell Diane to help her, but knew if she did that, Marge was truly going to go overboard with tickling her feet. She felt horrible right now because once Diane left, she was going to be tortured again. She gulped and then hoped this could all end. “Hehehe yes, I am feeling ticklish. Does that guy really want to see me right now?” she asked, trying to put pressure on Marge to let her go.
“Yeah, he really does. He even took out a huge wad of cash. Hehehe” Diane answered. She noticed that Marge was not smiling and seemed to be extra focused. She started to have a feeling that this moment wasn’t about play time.
“Hmmmm….well, myself and Rita here have some business to take care of first. Let him know she won’t be available right now but can come back later. You are dismissed.” Marge told her. She wanted to get back to torturing Rita and had no time for Diane to be in this room. It was a private matter between her and Rita, and she wanted to punish her dancer.
“Um, o-okay. I will let him know.” Diane responded with surprise. She didn’t expect Marge to be so curt with her, and it threw her off. Her feeling about this was not a playful moment really started to sink in deep, and she wondered what Rita might have done. Marge was not joyful right now and she sensed something major happened. She nodded her head and then started to leave the room. She figured it was best not to come between them and let them handle whatever the situation was. Right before she left the room, she looked back at her friends and smiled. “Um, have fun!” she said, hoping it really was play time and not something serious.
Marge watched as Diane shut the door and now, she could resume her punishment. She looked down at the helpless feet and saw them twitching in ticklish anticipation. “Now, where were we?” she asked.
Rita heard the door close, and her potential chance of escaping ended, and she knew she was in trouble. She also heard the tone in Marge’s voice when she was speaking with Diane, and it seemed even angrier. She started to squirm and felt a sense of desperation building. “Marge! Please! Let’s talk about this! Please don’t do this to me. Why do this to me? We’re friends!” she begged.
“Because you are a VERY bad girl! You have not told me the truth yet. I know you must have fucked that woman and won’t tell me. That is why I have to punish you! You think I want to do this? You give me no choice!” Marge yelled back. She then started to skitter her fingers up and down the helpless soles once again. The feet instantly started to squirm around, and she heard that laughter coming out again. She felt her anger consistently growing and just wanted to torture her. She watched as her fingers went over the balls of the feet, into the arches, off the heels, then reversed course and went off the heels, into the arch, and across the balls of the feet. She had tickled Rita’s feet in the past in a much friendlier time and knew all of her sensitive spots. She wanted to make sure she suffered and never thought about betrayal again.
“HAHAHAHAHA MARGE!!!! WHY DON’T YOU BELIEVE HAHAHAHAHA MEEEEEEEEEE??? HAHAHAHAHAHA” Rita screamed. She felt those fingers moving up and down the bottoms of her feet and she went crazy. The tickling was getting worse, and she was still very trapped. She still couldn’t believe her boss was doing this to her. She started to wonder if she should confess that she did have feelings for Becky, or that they had sex, and perhaps Marge could start to forgive her. She wanted to tell her the story of what happened between them, even though it could really make Marge even more upset. She then squealed when Marge found one of her weakest spots. The spot right below the ball of the foot, and into the arch. “MAAAAAAAARRRGGGGEEEE!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA THAT’S MY SPOT!!!!” she screamed.
“I know. You know that I know your feet very well. I have always enjoyed playing with your feet and I know all of your spots. I am going to punish you, Rita. You hurt me and I have to make you pay.” Marge said with a cold voice. She knew this particular spot was really bad for Rita and she exploited it. She focused on the left foot and on that particular spot. She used her right hand to hold down the ankle and Achilles area to press the foot into the mattress. Using the fingers of her left hand, she spider tickled that very sensitive spot. The stocking was still covering it, but she applied enough pressure to make Rita feel it.
Rita laughed even harder when she felt her foot being held down and those fingers were using precision to tickle that spot on her foot. She couldn’t help but squirm harder as the ticklish shockwaves kept flowing through her body. There was something about the way Marge’s fingers attacked that spot and she was so helpless that she made it seem worse than usual. She closed her eyes for a moment and Becky appeared. She thought about that beautiful woman that she had a major crush on. She knew that if she divulged their interactions, Marge might want to do something bad to her as well. “MARGE!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA MARGE!!!!!” she screamed.
“Bad Rita……BAD RITA!!!” Marge cried out as she continued to work that spot. She saw the toes curling and couldn’t wait to go after them. Those medium length toes were definitely going to be targeted just like the rest of this narrow foot. She could see the foot since the stocking material wasn’t dense, but a thrill went through her body as she thought about when she got to the naked foot. She then slid her fingers directly into the arch and heard another delightful squeal. She focused on that part of the foot and hoped Rita understood she meant business. “So, did you fuck her or what? It is a simple yes or no answer…..” she demanded.
Rita gasped, then squealed loudly as she felt the fingers in her arch. Her body really started to rock side to side as the fingers attacked her arch. She started to feel her body temperature spiking because this tickling was continual. She heard that question again and knew she still had to hold out. She just could not admit she and Becky had an affair. She realized it meant she would continue to suffer, but she had to protect Becky too. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WHY DO YOU KEEP ASKING THAT???” she screamed in laughter.
Marge shook her head in disgust after hearing that latest non-answer from Rita. It furthered her suspicion that they did in fact have a sexual encounter and she wanted to torture Rita for her “betrayal”. She stopped the tickling for a moment, then grabbed the stocking material with both hands and pulled her hands away from each other on the left foot and tore the material wide open. She saw that creamy skin on the sole of the foot and she kept tearing. She got the stocking off of the foot completely and now that left foot was completely naked. The stocking was still around the ankles and up the leg, but that helpless foot was vulnerable. She looked at the contrast between the bare foot and the stocking covered right foot and loved it. The left foot was now squirming and wiggling around, surely in ticklish fear. “Rita….you hurt me. I mean, you really hurt me. Now, this is your final chance. You either tell me the truth, or I am going to torture you. I will be relentless. I will show no mercy. I will punish you ruthlessly and won’t stop until you are nearly dead. Tell me, did you have sex with Becky Lockhart?” she asked.
Rita felt some relief flowing through her body once the tickling stopped but then grew really frightened when she felt her stocking getting torn open. It appeared Marge was going after her bare feet and that really worried her. Her feet were sensitive, and she was already feeling the effects of the tickle torture so far. She shuddered when she heard Marge’s threat. She knew if she didn’t confess, she was going to be tortured and after watching what Marge did to Donna at that facility, she knew how ruthless her boss could be when she was angry. She started to sweat and felt really nervous because this was the moment. If she didn’t confess, then she would be horribly tortured. If she did confess, then she might still get punished and Becky could be in serious danger herself. She started to think at this point, she might as well lie. Unless Marge watched them having sex, then there was no way she could actually prove it. “Ok….ok…..Marge, I……we…..we didn’t have sex. Ok? I can’t believe you would ask me that. I didn’t do anything. I didn’t do anything.” she lied.
Marge heard that response and didn’t know how to feel. It wasn’t the answer she wanted and if she was being honest with herself, she really did not know one way or another. She still had suspicions because if they truly did not have sex, then why didn’t she just say that earlier and try to give non-answers to her questions? She still had doubt about the response and figured she could still punish her to make sure she told the truth. “Then why didn’t you say that? However, I am having a hard time believing it is true. Do you have a friendship with that woman?” she asked.
Rita grew even more nervous because Marge did not take her answer as full truth and getting off of her. She started to feel a slight panic in her body because now that she had lied, she had to keep going with it. However, if the truth ever came out, then she would be severely punished and knowing how Marge could be when she was very angry, she could even end up a sex slave in that facility. She figured that she could give pieces of truth and deny the sexual aspect of her relationship with Becky. “Yes….we…..are friends. We are just friends, Marge. Please…let me go now.” she pleaded.
“Hmmmm…….I still have my doubts. Now, here is a great question. WHY are you friends with someone associated with law enforcement when you know what we do behind the scenes? Are you stupid?” Marge asked. She then started to lightly trace her fingers up and down the naked sole, causing the foot to flinch. She wanted to send a message that the punishment was not over, and she hoped she was not being lied to.
“Hehehehehe Marge!!! Hehehe that tickles! Hehehehe” Rita giggled as she felt the fingers lightly stroking all over her sole. They touched her heel and right along the instep. That drove her wild and the ticklish sensations started to increase. She started to squirm around, and it was clear that Marge was not stopping anytime soon. She was happy that the tickling wasn’t ruthless right now, but she was still in ticklish danger. “Hehehehehe she is a nice person!! You would like her too!!” she laughed.
“She’s nice, huh? How close are you too? Are you really good friends now?” Marge asked as her fingers continued to softly stroke that exposed foot. She really loved how the foot was moving and hearing those giggles felt good to hear. She wanted to explore this relationship and possibly get the entire truth out.
“hehehe Marge! Can you hehehehe stop tickling my foot for a moment? Hehehehehehe Please!!” Rita begged. She felt the fingers increasing in speed and the ticklish feelings only got stronger. Her foot was starting to move a little more and she had to avoid those fingers.
“Just answer my question. I will stop tickling when I want to. Answer my questions or you will really get it!” Marge demanded. She moved her fingers across the ball of the foot and headed towards the toes. She wanted to keep sending strong ticklish messages to Rita that the truth had to be revealed. She wanted to make sure her operation was safe and that the relationship would not jeopardize everyone’s freedom.
Rita couldn’t help but laugh hysterically as those fingers were tickling the ball of her foot. She felt those sensations flowing through her and because she was tied up, that feeling of helplessness filled her soul. Marge was definitely trying to torture her, and she just could not bring herself to potentially endanger Becky. However, the tickling was wearing her down already and she wondered if Marge would tickle elsewhere on her body. She was so very sensitive all over her body, even though her feet were the worst. She closed her eyes for a moment and imagined that cheerful look on Becky’s face after they had sex. It was one of the most beautiful faces she had ever seen, and she just wanted to protect her. Then she squealed when the fingers went to her toes, and she felt her body go very stiff in response. “NOOOOOOOO!!!! MARGE NOOOOOOOOOO HAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOT MY TOES!!! NOT MY TOOOOOOOOOEEEESSSS!!!!!” she screamed.
“Yes, your toes. I remember how ticklish these toes are. I love playing with them, and if you remember, I love sucking on them too. But this is not about your pleasure. This is your punishment! I am going to make you suffer unless you start being honest with me! Now, did you fuck Becky Lockhart! Tell me or suffer!” Marge demanded as her fingers probed the spaces between the toes. She loved the reaction she was getting and from previous experience, the toes were one of those really weak spots on Rita’s feet. She remembered a few times where she took this same foot, brought it to her mouth and placed those toes inside her mouth. She loved how they tasted, and it would also drive Rita wild. Right now, it was about tormenting her. She was determined to get the truth out of her dancer, no matter how much she suffered. Marge felt all the wriggling and rocking of Rita’s body behind her and it didn’t phase her at all. She just wanted to make her suffer and if she had to break her, she would.
Rita roared in hysterical laughter when she felt those fingers digging into the crevices of her toes, where they connected to the ball of her foot. She realized that Marge truly wanted to make her suffer and it also started to break her heart. It hurt emotionally because she and Marge were such good friends and now, she was willing to truly torture her because of how paranoid she was. This was a side of Marge she had seen before, but nothing ever directed at her. They had so many conversations late at night with each other and had a special bond. Now, her boss was torturing her feet because she suspected her of sleeping with Becky. She wondered just how far she would go with this, and she slammed her head on the mattress and just let out her laughter.
Marge could hear that laughter flowing, and it invigorated her. She felt more powerful at the moment. She had tickled so many victims before, and she always truly felt that power. Doing it to Rita felt weird, but it also felt really good. Because if she could do this to someone she was close to, then all the future sex slaves would surely suffer even more. The thought of dominating women by tickling their bodies and breaking their wills to become sex slaves sounded more and more appealing. She chuckled to herself thinking that the next time she sees Sylvia Cartier, she would thank her and also hoped to meet Priscilla Montenegro for allowing her to be a part of this ring. That made her feel more protective of it and Rita had to suffer. “RITA!!!! JUST TELL ME!!!! Did you sleep with that idiot?” she demanded.
Rita started to feel her body weakening because the toe tickling did not even slow down. She was expending a lot of energy just trying to survive this tickling assault that she hoped she didn’t die from it. She felt the anger in Marge’s voice. Her boss was really serious about this, and it continued to hurt her feelings. She started to feel desperate because her lungs were starting to burn and her jaw was aching. She had to do something, or her suffering would just continue. “MARGE! HAHAHAHHAAHAHAHA PLEASE!!! HAHAHAHA HAVE MERCY!!! HAVE MERCY!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!!” she screamed in desperation.
Marge had a wry smile when she heard Rita’s declaration of love for her. She knew what she said was true, but she felt betrayed by the same woman professing to love her. She took her fingers from the toes and stared at the right foot. That foot was still hiding inside the stocking, and she wanted to torture both feet. She felt her adrenaline flowing faster and she felt the desire to break her favorite dancer. “You love me? Then why would you lie to me? WHY?!” she asked with anger in her voice.
Rita felt relief when the fingers finally left her toes. The tickling was nonstop, and she had an opportunity to catch her breath. She felt very hot within her body, and she was getting tired. Her head was still lying on the bed, resting on her right cheek and staring ahead. She heard that question from Marge and she shivered. She started to feel her own emotions starting to build and if she was going to save herself, this might be the moment to finally get to Marge’s heart. “Marge….Marge. I swear to you…..I would never……endanger us……I….would never….betray you or everyone…..please…..you have to stop this……you are torturing me.” she panted.
“Rita, you are being tortured because you LIED to me. Out of all my dancers, who I consider my family now, you are the LAST person I would think would betray me. You say you love me? Well, just tell me the damn truth! Be honest!” Marge demanded in return. She was starting to get emotional and if Rita did not do what she asked, she was going to resume the torture and truly punish her.
Rita felt her eyes watering up when she heard those passionate words coming from Marge. It was true, she was always honest with Marge and during this moment, she had already lied to her. That made her start to wonder if having feelings for Becky was worth potentially losing her family at the burlesque show. They were all close to one another and there was truly a family feel. She wondered if Becky Lockhart was worth losing everyone she loved at this business. Now her heart was in turmoil. Being tortured was weakening her and now she was conflicted. “Marge….. but why doubt me? What do you want to hear from me? If I told you I slept with Becky…..what would that even do?” she asked with her voice being on the edge of crying.
Marge heard that question and it made her pause. She had been trying to get the truth out of Rita and if she did confirm she had sex with Becky, what would it mean? She felt the urge to punish her dancer, but what would happen afterwards? She couldn’t fire her because that could expose the criminal operation. Not just the sex trafficking ring, but the one they ran with Ingrid as the thief and how they robbed people by drugging them and torturing them. Would she make her a sex slave? That would be heartbreaking because even though she was really angry with her, sending Rita off would break her heart, but everyone else’s too. Now, she felt she had no true endgame for this punishment. She figured she would just torture her and figure it out later. She placed her fingers on her left hand on the right sole and held the ankle down with her right hand. It was time to resume the torture, and she would figure out things later. “Rita….just tell me.” she warned.
Rita felt the fingers resting on her right sole and she got nervous again. It appeared she was about to get tickled again and she knew it would be horrible. She was already getting tired and being tickled would be too much. She also heard the tone in Marge’s voice with those words. They didn’t sound very angry. In fact, they sounded like Marge was having an emotional reaction herself. That got her emotional because this entire ordeal was painful for the both of them. “Marge….please don’t tickle me. Please….” she responded in a soft voice.
Marge closed her eyes for a moment and felt her emotions churning. Rita was still giving her non-answers and even though she was suffering and they were both getting emotional, she still refused to answer the question, which meant that Rita was lying to her. A scowl formed on her face, and she just started skittering her nails up and down the helpless sole. Her anger started to come out and it was time to make Rita suffer. Now it was time to make her pay for betraying her and lying to her. “Suffer you bitch…..” she said with a soft voice.
“AHAHAHAHAHHA MARGE NOOOOOOOOOO!!!! IT TICKLES!!! HAHAHAHAHA IT TICKLES!!!” Rita screamed as she felt the fingers moving up and down her foot. The tickling was getting to her and now she really started to writhe around. She also heard Marge call her a bitch and that broke her heart. She knew right then her boss, her friend, was truly upset with her and now she was going to suffer. She couldn’t even move her foot, and the fingers moved all over the sole. They went over the ball of her foot, then the arch, returned to the ball of the foot before moving quickly up the sole all the way to the heel. She was a little happy the stocking was still on, but it still tickled a lot. This was the moment she dreaded because she knew Marge was truly going to make her suffer.
Marge continued to tickle the helpless foot, and she had to focus on just making her suffer. Her heart was hurting emotionally, and she had to get those feelings of love from her mind. This was about punishment. She even reasoned that Rita deserved this punishment, and she should suffer. She looked at that sole and just thought about how the tickling would destroy her dancer. This was now about truly making her suffer. No playfulness. No mercy. Just tickling her and breaking her. She channeled the anger she felt and just went after that foot. The sounds of the hysterical laughter were being drowned out by her desire to punish her. She also knew that once she tore open the stocking, she was going to torture Rita severely. “You deserve this. You are such….a lying bitch.” she said, her voice dripping with vengeance.
Rita heard Marge calling her a bitch for the second time and it really hurt her heart. She was laughing herself silly, but the real suffering was knowing just how much Marge was personally affected by all of this. She still couldn’t believe that Marge would really do this to her, but she also reasoned it was her fault as well. She should never have grown feelings for the apprentice and now it could tear her entire family apart. She started to get really emotional and as the fingers tickled the instep of that arch, she decided that she had to stop all this. Because it might lead to a true break in her relationship and that thought really bothered her. “HAHAHAHAHA MARGE!!!! STOP!!!! I’LL TELL YOU!!!! I’LL TELL YOU!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA MERCY!!!!!” she screamed.
Marge heard that hysterical laughter and she loved it. Then she heard Rita screaming that she would confess. That surprised her and she paused her tickling. She wanted to make sure that Rita was going to confess something. It also worried her because if Rita told her what she thought she knew, then their entire operation could be in jeopardy. It made her wonder if she really wanted the truth. Because if she heard it and it was in fact that Rita slept with Becky, then she would have to make a decision on her fate. That alone would be quite heartbreaking, but it had to be done. She turned her body a little and could see Rita lying there and heard the heavy breathing. “What did you say? You are going to tell me something?” she asked.
“Yes……Yes…..Marge…please stop torturing me……I am suffering…..please….” Rita wheezed back. Now her own emotions were starting to come out because confessing what she did was going to cause a lot of emotional pain. If Marge was willing to torture her because she held back, then she could only image how she would feel if she confessed. The image of Becky entered her mind again and now she felt like she was betraying her. A tear fell down her cheek and her heart was heavy.
Marge heard the emotion in the voice, and she felt like she was finally breaking Rita down. She also started to feel her emotions rising, but she had to maintain that anger. Since Rita sounded like she surrendered, she had to make sure she was going to do as she said. She wanted to make sure there was a price to pay if she gave a non-answer or lied. She then started to pull the right stocking and a hole appeared. She smiled as the hole got bigger and she saw the creamy skin of the helpless sole. Soon, the stocking was torn open, and she saw that foot. It looked so soft and supple, just like the left one. She saw the feet quivering and she heard Rita whimpering. Tearing open the stocking sent a message that if she did not confess, her foot was going to be severely tortured. “Well? Get talking. What do you want to tell me?” she demanded.
Rita took a deep breath and tried to calm her nerves. She felt her other stocking getting torn open and her right foot was now very vulnerable. That meant that she could be tickle tortured again at any moment. She felt terrible but she had to do what she had to do. “Ok….me and Becky….we…..we did make out. We kissed each other.” she admitted.
Marge heard that confession and she felt a surge of power and also anger. Rita did in fact have some kind of relationship with Becky, which could truly endanger everything she built. She tried to remain calm but as her eyes looked at those helpless barefeet, her desire to punish this woman grew. “You kissed her? What kind of kiss?” she asked.
Rita felt shame washing over her because she didn’t want her relationship with her work family to end. She also didn’t want to keep getting tickled either. She never had been ruthlessly tickled before, just the playful kind. She knew victims suffered a lot when they were tickle tortured, but now she knew exactly how they felt, and this was just her feet! She couldn’t imagine the horror if her entire body was tickled. She heard Marge’s question, and she blushed. “A passionate kind. We locked lips.” she admitted.
“I can’t believe it!! WHY were you kissing her? Rita, do you know what kind of danger you put us in?” Marge yelled. She knew it was the truth, but it also meant her chances of going to jail increased. She looked at the soles again and she wanted to tickle ravish them until Rita passed out.
“Marge….we….we are attracted to each other. So, we kissed. BUT she has no idea what is happening here! She likes all of us! She has even defended us in front of Donna!” Rita yelled out, even though she knew that was not true. It was her that defended Becky, not the other way around. She had to make it seem like Becky wasn’t emotionally affected by Donna.
“I don’t care!!! Rita! You know what can happen when we get emotionally involved with others. You could tell her what we are doing! Dammit!!!” Marge yelled. She then started to lightly trace her fingers on the left sole, indicating that torture was about to start happening.
“Hehehehe Marge!!! Please don’t tickle my feet!!! Hehehehe I am telling you what happened! Becky! Becky is nice!!! I didn’t say hehehe anything!” Rita giggled as she felt those light traces on her foot. She started to squirm a bit and hoped to get those tickling fingers away from her body.
“But you could! That’s the point!!!” Marge yelled back. She stopped tracing her fingers on the foot and felt a rage starting to form. If Rita kissed the apprentice, then she wondered just how far they went. She tried to calm herself, but the rage kept building. “After you kissed, what else did you do? Have you seen her naked?” she asked.
Rita gasped when she heard that question. She knew Marge was trying to probe further into the intimate details between her and Becky and that made her extremely nervous. She could hear that angry tone in Marge’s voice and knew she was about to be in a rage. If she was in a rage, then it could spell a lot of ticklish danger for her. “Marge!! Stop letting your imagination run wild! We made out! Ok? We made out!” she yelled.
“DID. YOU. SEE. HER. NAKED?” Marge asked. She was really starting to feel that Rita had a sexual relationship with Becky, and she planned on getting it out of Rita one way or another. She was about to rake her nails on the helpless left sole until she was interrupted.
“MARGE!!!!! Stop this!!! Let’s say I did see her naked? What then? You’re still going to torture me? What if I said I didn’t? Are you going to torture me? Please…you have to stop this. You’re breaking my heart…..” Rita pleaded. She started to get really emotional, and this entire ordeal really affected her. She was caught between two kinds of love. Her growing attraction for Becky and her love for the ladies of the Burlesque show. It was also humiliating to describe the nature of her interactions with others as well, especially being forced out of her.
“To be honest, YES!!! I am going to punish you! You literally endangered all of us! Do you think I am enjoying this? No, but it is something I have to do. Now, back to your torture!” Marge shot back, then started to run her fingers up and down the foot. She focused on that spot right below the ball of the foot, and above the arch. That was a definite hotspot for Rita, and she wanted to push her. Her rage continued to grow, and she wanted to truly make Rita suffer.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MARGE!!! MAAAAAARRRRGGGEEEEE!!!! YOU HAVE TO HAHAHAHAHA STOOOOOOPPPP!!!!” Rita screamed as she felt that attack on her very sensitive spot. It was getting intense, and she couldn’t help but scream hysterically. The ticklish sensations ripped right through her body, and it drove her wild. She started to flop her body around and did everything she could to try and pull her feet free. Then she felt the nails skittering in her arch and that made her shriek like a banshee.
Marge loved the sound of Rita’s screaming laughter, and she was getting into the torture. She wanted to use her nails now on this very delicate skin. The arch was a hotbed of nerve endings, and she wanted to make her cry. She saw how her nails pressed into the flesh and with each scratch, the laughter seemed to increase. She kept thinking about how Rita had a sexual encounter with Becky. That really angered her and now she started to think about Becky. She always thought she seemed goofy and heard about her clumsiness. She pictured that gap-toothed smile and that innocent face. She also remembered what Ingrid described to her. She heard all about how ticklish Becky was, and even how her body responded to sexual stimulation. That thought made her wonder if they should perhaps kidnap Becky and making her a sex slave. That woman interrupted Ingrid twice during her robbery attempts, and she also seemed to capture Rita’s attention. Becky kept being involved with her group and she felt the need to stop her before she accidentally ruined their entire operation. She moved her fingers to the instep area and was delighted to hear another scream. Then she felt her heart skip a beat when she heard a knock on the door! Someone was there and interrupting her torture of Rita. She stopped tickling and now she wanted to know who was there. “Yes? Who’s there?” she asked loudly.
The door slowly opened, and Diane looked inside again. She remembered visiting earlier and it appeared that Rita and Marge were having a moment together. She had walked through the hallway and heard the loud screaming. Fortunately, no one in the showroom could hear, but if anyone went into the back hallway and near this room, hysterical laughter could be heard. The laughter sounded desperate, and she wanted to know what was happening. “Marge? Rita? What is going on in there? Rita is laughing really loud! Is everything ok?” she asked.
Marge heard Diane asking about what was happening and she still felt that rage. She was surprised that Diane heard the laughter, but Rita was starting to be very loud. She looked at Diane and wanted her out of the room. She had feet to punish and make someone suffer. “Everything is fine. You can leave now.” she said coldly.
Diane heard that tone of voice and knew things were not right in here. It appeared that Rita was perhaps getting punished and that piqued her curiosity. Her eyes looked at the naked feet and saw the stockings were torn open. That meant that Marge tore them open and for her to do that to Rita, that meant there was trouble happening. “Are you sure? Marge, what is going on between you two? Tell me. Did Rita do something?” she asked.
Rita was collecting her breath, and she heard Diane’s voice. She could hear her talking to Marge and had an urge to call out for help. She paused because if she did, it would let Diane know that Marge was tormenting her and could cause trouble in the dynamics of the group. She was grateful that Diane came in, because it gave her a chance to breathe.
“I said…..everything is fine. Leave. Make sure the showroom is ready. We are fine in here.” Marge said in a very cold tone. She didn’t want to lash out at Diane, but she was interrupting her torture of Rita. She decided to have Rita answer the question and if her dancer was smart, she would agree with her. “Isn’t everything ok, RITA? We are having FUN, right?” she asked in a menacing tone.
Rita felt a chill in her body when she heard those questions. She knew Marge wanted to hide this horrible situation from the others and she started to feel the same way. It was a personal thing between her and her boss, so she didn’t want to affect the rest of the group. Even though she was highly emotional and suffering, she wanted to protect the rest of the family and not have them worry about this altercation. “Yes….everything is fine, Diane.” she said in a soft voice.
Diane heard Rita saying everything was ok, but she still felt suspicious. If they were playing, Marge would have a different demeanor. However, she decided to let them be. Whatever they were doing, she hoped that it resolved itself. They were a deep family, and they all had love for one another. The last thing she ever wanted to see was the family tearing apart. “Ok, well, can you both keep it down a little? You are getting loud, and we don’t want anyone to even have a chance at hearing.” she told them.
“Ok, we will. You can go now. Tell everyone else not to come back here then. I will show up in the showroom and you know everything is finished, ok?” Marge told her. She felt all of her adrenaline flowing and she wanted to get back to torturing those feet.
Rita heard the door closed and she felt sad. Diane most likely suspected something was happening and now that she was gone, her torture was about to continue. She still felt the heartbreak that she was going through this ordeal. “Marge…..please stop. I had enough…” she whined.
Marge heard the whining, and she felt her emotions on fire. She really wanted to torture these feet again. She wanted to make Rita suffer and pay for having some connection to Becky. She looked at the quivering soles and licked her lips. She stared at the left foot’s toes and wanted to play with them. She moved her hands towards those vulnerable toes and when she got close, she stroked her finger across the pad of the big toe. “Stop your whining! I am still very angry at you. You still haven’t told me if you saw her naked or not. Tell me!” she demanded.
Rita felt that finger stroke on her big toe and a jolt of ticklish energy flowing through her body. She felt very sensitive and emotional. The tickling was starting to increase, and she wondered if she should tell her that she and Becky had sex. Now the fingers were stroking the undersides of her toes and that made her shriek in ticklish laughter. “HAHAHAHA MARGE! THE TOES!!! THOSE ARE MY TOES!! HAHAHAHA” she screamed.
“I know they are. You could tell me the truth, Rita! I have a feeling you had sex with that idiot. Tell me the truth. You had sex with her, didn’t you?” Marge demanded. She then moved her fingers between the toes and found a particular tender area between the middle toe and index toe. She remembered that spot from their playtime in the past. She drilled her finger into that crevice and felt the toes curl around her finger. This was all about torturing her and she kept digging into that ticklish flesh.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MAAAAARRGGE!!! PLEASE HAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE!!!!” Rita screamed when she felt the finger drilling into the webbing of her toes, and it rocked her. She couldn’t help but roar with laughter and prayed this would end soon. The tickling was horrible, but the emotion of the moment was what destroyed her more. Her boss was truly wanting to torture her, just like she was one of the victims they robbed. That’s what truly broke her heart. That this entire event was happening.
Marge loved the laughter filling the room and she wanted to keep torturing Rita. She wanted to get all of her anger out and make this woman pay for jeopardizing everyone’s personal freedom. She did feel bad this had to happen, but she thought it was the right thing. She did start to get concerned that Rita was getting too loud. That was the second time Diane had interrupted her, and she didn’t have Rita gagged or anything. She thought that she might have to stop the tickling and move onto another punishment. She thought about what else she could do, and it delighted her. She wanted to make sure that her dancer rued the day she ever had a physical interaction with someone in law enforcement. She pulled her fingers from the toes and wanted to let Rita catch her breath. She stared at the quivering soles and felt good that she got to tickle them. Now it was time to truly humiliate her and make her apologize. “Rita, Rita, Rita. You deserve this….” she told her.
Rita felt the fingers leave her toes and she felt a sense of relief, but she was still very miserable. Marge was truly tormenting her, and she didn’t know how long she could hold up. She was still feeling the agony of the situation. Her emotions were definitely flowing, and she just wanted to cry. She wanted to let all of her emotions out because this moment was very traumatizing for her. She was torn between someone she cared about and her work family. The fact that Marge was torturing her was something she was never going to forget going forward. She wished things could be right between them but now was worried how their own relationship was going to go forward. That’s what made her truly sad. “Marge…..please…..you got to stop this. Please stop torturing me.” she begged with her voice heavy with emotion.
Marge heard the emotion in that voice, and it did affect her. She could sense the sadness in Rita, but her own anger was still very strong. She still wanted to make her suffer. Rita lied to her, and she hated liars. The fact that she would not tell her the truth and tried to hide things from her really bothered her. She got off the ankles because she still had a punishment in mind. She then took the rope around the legs and started to take it off. It was time to punish Rita good, and she needed to get the legs free. Once she took the rope off, she stared at her helpless friend. She heard her breathing hard and heard those soft whimpers. It was an emotional moment, but she had to do this. She then sat on the bed and dragged Rita’s body and placed it over her legs. The way she was sitting, Rita was perpendicular to her, and her ass was right there for her. The upper body was still on the bed and the feet were on the floor. She then reached down and grabbed the hem of the dress Rita was wearing. She started to pull it up over the legs and saw the stockings. She then pulled the dress up over the ass and the underwear was now exposed. “Yeah, that’s really nice.” she mumbled to herself.
Rita was still trying to gather her emotions after the cruel foot tickling when she felt the rope getting removed from her legs. She started to think that her ordeal was over, but then she felt her body getting moved around and suddenly, her hips were on Marge’s lap. She felt her feet on the floor and then her dress started to come up over her legs. Her eyes went wide, and she wondered what Marge was up to. She was being exposed, and she felt nervous. When the dress came over her rear end, and her underwear was exposed, that really made her fearful. “M-Marge? W-What are you doing? W-Why are you pulling up my d-dress?” she asked nervously.
Marge could hear the fear in that voice, and it excited her. She saw the ass starting to tremble and it was time for her to continue to punish her dancer. She then took the fingers on both hands and placed them on the hem of the underwear. With a quick swipe, she pulled down the garment and exposed the naked ass! She continued to roughly pull down the underwear and now it was resting on the thighs. She looked at the shapely ass and it brought some other memories to her. She remembered whenever they did play with each other, she loved playing with this same ass. Now, she wanted to punish it. She thought about everything that was happening right now, and her anger was still there. She then raised her right hand and then did a gentle smack on the ass just to wake up the nerve endings.
“Ow!!! Marge!!!” Rita shouted as she felt that smack on her ass. It wasn’t too hard, but it was enough for her to feel it. Now she grew very worried. She wondered if Marge was going to do something to her ass. She felt embarrassed that her underwear was off her butt and on her thighs. She then felt another smack on her rear, and it dawned on her. Marge was going to spank her! That set off a wave of emotions because she was going to be humiliated with a spanking. “Marge???!!! You’re going to OW spank me?” she asked.
“Yep! Rita, you are a BAD girl! You deserve to suffer!” Marge yelled back, the started to smack the ass again. This time she put a little more power into her strikes. She wanted Rita to feel the pain. She wanted to truly punish her. She could hear the smacks on that skin and heard those yelps coming from Rita. She focused on the strikes and had to make sure she was effective with them. It was time to make Rita truly sorry for betraying her.
Rita was still in a state of shock as she felt those hard smacks on her ass. It was hard for her to comprehend that this was actually happening. Each strike seemed to hurt more and now her emotions were really tearing her apart. Her legs were free, but her arms were still tied behind her back. She was still helpless and now her boss was spanking her. Each strike made her heart hurt even more because this was being done with punishment in mind. She closed her eyes and squealed in pain with each strike. “Marge……Marge….” she cried out.
Marge heard those whimpers, and she smiled. Her spanking was effective, and she just wanted to keep drilling into this woman. She thought about Becky and how that one goofy woman could ruin everything for them. That was why she had to punish Rita. It was surreal for her because she managed to have some playtime with the best deputy in Plotsville, Darby Reeves. She remembered how she drugged her with the potion and eventually tortured her. She remembered how soft and sensitive Darby was and making her cum was such an achievement. It was so satisfying because Darby was a bona fide hero. She had her way with an acclaimed hero, and her entire operation could be ruined off someone who was nowhere near that level. The more she thought about Becky, the more she got angry. That anger started to turn into desire. Marge remembered Sylvia telling her that she wanted to make Darby a sex slave and take her back to Greece for some mysterious benefactor named Christos Andino. Now she thought about how she could ruin the deputy’s apprentice. She paused her spanking because the idea was spectacular to her and she was going to force Rita to agree. “Bad girl!!! I bet you wish that you never met that, Becky Lockhart!” she told her.
Rita felt the smacks stopping and she felt crushed. Her ass was very warm and stinging with pain. Each strike kept drilling into her psyche, and she wanted to cry her heart out. She heard what Marge said, and it made things worse for her. She really liked Becky. She started to have some feelings for her, and now her entire relationship with Marge was negatively affected by it. Hearing from Marge that she wished she never met Becky was really sad. Because she really loved meeting her. She was very happy she did and now Marge was trying to take it away. “Marge….she’s my friend.” she whimpered.
“Well, your friend is making you suffer right now! I guess you love her more than you love me. I think Becky needs to pay for ruining our relationship. In fact, I have a job for you to do….” Marge replied. She then started to spank the ass again. She put more force into it because she needed to break Rita and force her into her idea.
“MARGE!!! OW!! PLEASE STOP THIS!!!! IT HURTS!!” Rita yelled as she felt her as getting spanked again. She could feel how tender her bottom was and wondered when this would all stop. She started to let the tears fall and she was devastated. She heard that Marge wanted her to do a job and wondered what it could be. The spanking stopped and she couldn’t help but let out a few cries. “Marge…please stop this….I…I’m begging you….” she whimpered.
“Like I said, I have a job for you. You better do it, or I am really going to make your life miserable.” Marge threatened. She started to get excited about her idea and wondered if Rita would do it. If she didn’t, then she could continue to punish her. She rested her hands on the ass cheeks and smiled. She could feel how warm they were, and it gave her a tingle between her legs. “Ready to hear it?” she asked.
Rita still felt the pain flowing through her body and her face was red with shame. She still was in shock that Marge just spanked her. Her ass was on fire, and she felt the hands resting there. She never had felt so helpless in her life. Her emotions were on full display, and she wanted to go hide somewhere. She heard Marge’s words about a job for her. She was told that she had to do it, or she would continue to suffer. She was curious what it was, and if she did it, perhaps Marge would stop this punishment. “W-What is it?” she asked in a soft voice.
“Good girl….” Marge said, then started to gently rub the palm of her hand over the tender ass cheeks. She felt the cheeks clenching and she tried to relax Rita. She then looked towards her head and smiled. “The job is, I want you to bring Becky to me. If you two are intimate with each other, she will trust you.” she instructed.
Rita gasped when she heard what the instructions were. It appeared that Marge wanted to do something to Becky. It made her wonder if her boss wanted to do something bad to her. That made her extremely nervous because she had feelings for the young woman and did not want to see her go through any kind of torment. “You want me to bring Becky to you? W-What will you do to her?” she asked nervously.
Marge continued to softly swipe the palm of her hand over the pink ass cheeks and smiled. This was where she would determine if Rita was truly sorry for what she did, or she would have to punish her further. She knew the ass was very responsive right now and further punishment would be very powerful. “I am curious to see how sensitive her body is. She will be tied down. She will be naked. I will have my way with her.” she simply told her.
Rita’s eyes bugged out when she heard what Marge wanted to do to Becky. The thought of someone she had had a crush on tied down and tickled frightened her. She already knew how ticklish Becky was, and that was during a pleasurable sexual experience. Marge intended on torturing her and that affected her heart. “Marge!!! Are you…..are you going to torture her?” she asked.
“Of course, I am. She deserves it. She made my favorite woman betray me. She has to pay the price. Tell me, since you kissed her and I am sure you fucked her, do you know if she is ticklish?” Marge asked, then started to lightly flutter her fingers across the spanked ass cheeks, causing them to clench. She felt the body squirming and now she heard cute giggles coming out.
“Hehehe Marge! That tickles!” Rita squealed as she felt those fingers lightly tickling her ass. Her rear end was always sensitive and after getting spanked, they were extra responsive to touch. She also thought about poor Becky being tied down and tickled all over by this ruthless woman. She knew that Becky would not be treated like a robbery victim. Marge would truly try to torture her and that really frightened her. “You can’t!!! You hehehehe can’t torture someone from law enforcement!” she giggled.
“We played with Darby, remember?” Marge reminded Rita as her fingers now stroked right down the crack of the ass, sending Rita into a fit of giggles. She did enjoy watching this helpless ass shake around in ticklish agony. She wanted to keep torturing Rita and the only way she would stop is if she agreed to make Becky’s life miserable. “So, you will bring that idiot to me. Ok?” she told her.
Rita felt the fingers lightly tickling the crack of her ass and it drove her wild. Her rear end was very sensitive at the moment, and she didn’t know if she could handle it right now. Then she thought about poor Becky and Marge’s plans. She knew that Becky would be broken and that really got her emotions going. She knew deep down she couldn’t refuse to help lure Becky. She was already being punished and humiliated. If she did not want to help her, then Marge would probably do more embarrassing punishments to her. However, she adored the young apprentice and didn’t want to see her suffer. “Hehehehehehe Marge! Please don’t torture her!!! She doesn’t hehehehe know anything!!!! She doesn’t deserve it. She OW!!!! THAT HURT!!!” she yelled as she felt the tickling stop and a hand smacked her ass.
Marge heard the defense of Becky, and it angered her. She had to remind Rita that she was being punished and that she would do what she says or suffer. She started to spank that tender ass and felt good when she heard the cries of humiliating pain. She gave the ass a few strikes, then started to rub the palm of her hand over the now extremely responsive ass cheeks. “This isn’t a choice. You either do what I say, or I will spank these buns for a long time, then you are going to be completely naked next.” she threatened.
Rita wanted to cry as the pain was getting to her. The soft caressing of her ass at this moment felt better, but she was so very sensitive it also tickled her. She thought about Becky being in this position and it was a terrible thought imagining her suffering even more. She still never forgotten the emotion that Becky displayed when she cried over the Donna Prescott interaction. That young lady was so emotional, and she really felt for her. Now, if she did what Marge told her, she would suffer even more. Her legs continued to twitch around, and she felt nervous. Her own body was getting weak from all the torture that Marge inflicted. When she heard that she could be naked, that meant that Marge was going to truly punish her and even sexually humiliate her. It was a tough choice, and she got really sad. “Marge….hehehee…..she’s my friend. Please hehehee don’t torture her.” she begged.
“I am going to torture her. That is final! Now, either you agree to help me, or I promise, Rita. I will make you suffer more than you can imagine. You know that woman Sylvia is ruthless. I will give you over to her and she can do whatever she wants to your body as far as I am concerned. I will fire you and she will have you.” Marge threatened. She was surprised she just threatened to fire Rita, but her anger got the best of her. Now that she said it, she couldn’t go back. She felt some regret, but at this point, revenge on Becky was very important to her.
“You would fire me? Marge……” Rita said in response. She was stunned to hear that she could be fired and handed over to the assassin. She witnessed firsthand how ruthless Sylvia could be when she broke poor Alice. If she was fired, that meant that there could be a possibility that she could be a sex slave herself. That truly broke her because her boss, her friend, would actually do that to her. She started to cry because the emotion was too great. This was a horrible moment in her life, and it just broke her.
Marge listened to those cries, and she felt a little guilty over her threat. She knew she had to shake it off because if Rita truly wanted to stick around, she would help her destroy Becky. This was the ultimate test of Rita’s loyalty. Would she leave the burlesque family, or would she turn in a woman that deserved to be tortured in her eyes? “Well, will you help bring her to me?” she asked.
Rita felt her entire body surrendering at this point. Her heart was broken into a million pieces. Someone she cared about was going to suffer. She did not want to be fired, nor lose her family. Becky was such a wonderful experience in her life, and she did have feelings for her. But she knew that relationship was not going to last forever, so she had to make the difficult decision to ruin Becky’s life. That really hurt her because the apprentice was truly innocent and a loving person. She started to cry harder because she knew what her choice was, and it really hurt. “Ok…..I will help you.” she cried.
“Good girl…..You are such a good girl, Rita. I knew deep down you loved us more.” Marge said and felt some relief. It would have broken her own heart if she sent Rita off to her doom with Sylvia, but she had to do this. Now she could make Becky Lockhart pay for all this emotional turmoil that they both were feeling. She couldn’t wait to get her hands on the woman and make her suffer. She moved her hand away from the ass and just listened to Rita crying. That also confirmed to her that there were most likely some romantic feelings between Rita and Becky. She justified it in her head that this was a necessary moment. She had to make sure they broke it off because otherwise the operation was in jeopardy. “Good. I think we will trap her tomorrow. You will bring her to me, then I will make her pay the price. You don’t even have to watch. I have plans for Becky Lockhart. Her life will never be the same….” she said in an ominous voice.
“Please don’t hurt her. Please…..” Rita cried as she listened to Marge talk about torturing Becky. This was such a horrible moment for her and now she hoped this punishment was all over. Her stockings were torn at her feet. Her underwear was pulled down, exposing her ass. Her ass was stinging with pain and also very sensitive. Her heart was broken, and she was an emotional mess at this point. She then felt her legs getting slightly spread and she had no idea what was about to happen. She hoped she could finally be free of this nightmare and just let her emotions go.
“You are a good girl after all. You may have sinned against me, but in the end, I see who you truly love. Now, I want to make you feel better…..” Marge said in a soft voice. She had spread the legs open a bit, then took the tip of her finger and slowly slid it down the ass crack. She felt the ass clenching and when she got near the hole, she kept going and touched the perineum. She wanted to give erotic pleasure to Rita after this ordeal. It would also show her dominance by making her have an orgasm at the worst emotional moment. Her finger then went further, and she felt those soft pussy lips. It was time to have some fun with the helpless pussy. “Enjoy this….” she whispered.
Rita felt that finger tracing down her ass crack and it tickled a lot. She couldn’t help but squeal in ticklish delight from it and then she felt it on her perineum. That was a very sensitive spot, and she couldn’t help but giggle. She felt so helpless at the moment. Marge was toying with her body, and she was very sad from everything. That spot really tickled and then she felt the finger on her pussy lips! She knew what that meant! Marge was going to give her sexual pleasure and force an orgasm out of it. She had witnessed it many times and now it was happening to her. She never had a forced orgasm and that made her surrender. Her boss dominated her and there was nothing she could do. She closed her eyes and just gave up. Her loins started to increase with sexual desire, and she just wanted to have this end. If she resisted, then the humiliation would be prolonged. She wanted to have an orgasm quickly, so she could finally be done. “Marge…..Marge….” she moaned.
“That’s right, my sweet Rita. Just enjoy. I am going to make you forget about Becky. Just enjoy this. I am going to make you cum…..” Marge teased as she continued to finger around the pussy. She already knew Rita’s spots on her mound after having a few friendly sexual interactions with her in the past. She knew how sexual her favorite dancer was and knew where to touch her. She noticed that there was no resistance, which meant Rita surrendered to her. That made her very excited and now she could feel the wetness. She moved her finger up and down the lips and even teased the clit a few times. She heard the soft mewling, and she got very turned on herself. Dominating Rita and breaking her got her sexually excited and she wanted to finish this woman off.
Rita felt the fingers touching her and it did feel good. She knew she had submitted to Marge, but her body didn’t care. After being tickled relentlessly on her feet, and having her ass spanked and tickled, she was very tired. She was also very emotionally spent. She was hurting emotionally because she knew she had to betray a woman who she had a major crush on. She had to help lure Becky to Marge, knowing she would suffer a lot. It was such a sad moment for her and now her body was trying to enjoy sexual pleasure. The finger teased her clit, and her hips started to grind. She felt shame as she was going to orgasm over this moment. She let out small gasps of pleasure as the finger worked its magic on her. “Marge….” she moaned.
“Give it to me. Cum for me…..” Marge said softly as her finger continued to play with the clit. As her finger played with the clit, she used her free hand to softly caress the tender ass. She wanted Rita to explode and make her very submissive to her. What she really enjoyed about this moment was that she tickle tortured Rita without the potion having an effect. This was Rita’s true ticklishness that she tormented, and she broke her. She imagined what would happen once she got Becky with the potion. She wanted to truly torture her and make her a sex slave. She started to apply a little pressure on the clit and the hips were grinding a little harder now.
Rita felt the caressing of her ass and the pressure on her clit. Her mouth was wide open, and the pleasure filled her body. She was dominated and felt so submissive. The feelings of an orgasm started to build. Marge knew where to touch her and how to touch her that made her get to this point a little faster than someone new could. She closed her eyes and started to imagine Becky. She imagined the two of them naked together and how she ravished her sweet body. That turned her on even more and now her orgasm was starting to crest. She started to pump her hips and her moans became louder. Then it hit her! The very strong waves of an orgasm washed over her, and she felt all that tension in her body melt away. She started to mewl a little as her body enjoyed the sensations.
“Good girl….That’s my good girl.” Marge said as she felt Rita’s body giving up and orgasm. She loved how she made her cum, and she felt very satisfied. She had just finished Rita, and she felt on top of the world. She then got out from under Rita’s body, and she knelt on the mattress. She saw Rita’s body lying there, with her naked ass showing and heard those soft mewls coming from her. She then gently patted her back and then placed her head next to Rita’s. She saw that left ear and kissed it. “Once I am done with Becky, she will be a very valuable sex slave. Thank you for helping make that happen. You are a good girl after all.” she whispered, then gave her a kiss on the left cheek.
Rita heard those ominous words, and it crushed her. Now she knew the full scope of Marge’s plan for Becky, and it truly hurt her emotions. Becky was going to be broken like Donna was and then sold off as a sex slave. Guilt started to wash over her because she felt that her feelings for the apprentice ultimately doomed her. Becky was not going to be a deputy. She was going to be a sex slave. That woman was going to have her life ruined, and it was all because of her. That made her cry, and she didn’t hold back. “I’m sorry…..I’m sorry….” she cried as she thought about Becky.
“Hehehe thanks Rita. Now, clean yourself up. We have some shows to do after all. I think tomorrow, we will lay our trap for Becky Lockhart and send her to her future destiny.” Marge said, then walked away. She heard Rita’s cries, and she smiled. She walked out of the room and could not wait until the next day.
Darby made it back to the station and she let out a sigh. It was already a busy day, and she still had so much to do. She had a nice conversation with Rosa and was still trying to believe that her lover was now committing crimes again. It just didn’t seem right because La Diabla was in such good head space just days ago. It wasn’t as though she was upset about anything. She knew she had to find her somehow and get to the bottom of what was happening. As she headed to her office she saw someone sitting in there. She saw long blond hair and she wondered who it was since she saw the back of the person’s head. She saw a fellow deputy and had to ask who was in her office. “Hey Scott, who is that in muh office?” she asked.
“Oh! She just arrived 15 minutes ago. She said her name is Kylie Rockford and she is a maid of Phoebe Wellington. She wanted to see you and I told her she could wait inside your office. I hope you don’t mind.” Deputy Scott answered.
“Oh no! I definitely do not mind! She is a friend of mine and I will go to see her. I wonder why she is here.” Darby wondered. She looked at Rosa and nodded her head to follow her into her office. She opened the door and had a smile on her face. “Kylie is that you?” she asked.
Kylie heard the familiar voice, and she turned around. She saw Darby standing there and she stood up from her chair. She saw the tall deputy and went to hug her. “Darby!!! I am so glad to see you!” she said as she embraced her friend.
“It is great to see you too!” Darby responded as she hugged the young maid. She loved talking to Kylie and grew to really like her when they were in Mexico battling Thalia and then during the reunion at Phoebe’s mansion. She wondered why she traveled to Plotsville and if Phoebe or Bessie came alone. “What brings ya to Plotsville?” she asked with a smile.
Kylie released the hug and then her mood changed. She had to deliver bad news to Darby and hoped she would help her. “You better sit down for this.” she said in a soft voice.
Darby heard that change in tone and now she grew concerned. The last time someone from Phoebe’s house contacted her unexpectedly, Bessie was kidnapped and that started that entire adventure against Thalia Laskaris. She prayed someone wasn’t hurt or kidnapped again. She got into her seat and now she was nervous. She noticed Rosa standing there and she felt bad for not saying anything. “Oh, muh apologies. Kylie, the woman standing there is from the Mexican Rurales. She is Rosa Mendoza. Rosa, this is Kylie Rockford, a maid of Phoebe Wellington.” she introduced.
Kylie turned around and shook Rosa’s hand. She liked the uniform, and it was amazing that someone from the Mexican Rurales was here in Plotsville as well. “Nice to meet you.” she told her.
“Nice to meet you too.” Rosa responded with a smile. She remembered reading about Phoebe Wellington in the papers when she wanted more information about Darby. She found out that Phoebe was the daughter of Gloria Wellington and took over the family business when her mother went to jail. It was such an amazing adventure to learn about, which only made her more confident that Darby could capture the notorious outlaw, La Diabla.
“Kylie, what is going on?” Darby asked. She felt butterflies in her stomach because Kylie didn’t seem too cheerful.
“This will be hard to say. Darby….” Kylie started to say. She knew telling Darby what happened to Phoebe was going to be tough but it had to be done so they could hopefully figure out who could have tortured Phoebe. “…..It is about Phoebe. She was attacked.” she finished.
“WHAT???? Phoebe was attacked? By who? Where? How?” Darby responded in shock. Hearing that Phoebe was attacked really hurt her soul. She had really got to know her and really cared for her. First it was Bessie that got attacked, now Phoebe.
Kylie heard that surprise in her voice and she felt sad. She knew this was going to be tough for Darby to hear because it was still tough for her to even think about what happened. “Yeah, she was attacked. We don’t know by who. Bessie and I found her in a desolate barn and….she was tied up. We could tell she was tortured.” she said.
Darby leaned back in her chair and her hands went over her mouth in shock. Hearing that someone had tortured Phoebe in a barn horrified her and now she was very concerned about her friend. “I-I can’t believe it. is she ok?” she asked.
“Luckily, we found her before nightfall. Whoever attacked her stripped her naked and tied her down. She would have been freezing if we hadn’t come to her in time. We could tell that……she was really humiliated. There were signs of it in the barn.” Kylie said. She started to think back to how she found Phoebe inside that barn. The image of her boss being tied to a sawhorse, her legs spread opened, which exposed her very naked pussy and she saw the soles of her feet resting on two crates Phoebe was kneeling on. She even remembered the clumps of shaving cream mixed with pubic hair on the ground as well as a feather sticking out from the ass.
Darby felt her heart aching as she listened to what Kylie said. It appeared that someone really tortured Phoebe and left her for dead. She wondered what could have happened to her and now she wanted to do something. “What kind of signs?” she asked.
“It is hard for me to say this, but we are all women in here and you are a good friend. Someone shaved her, if you know what I mean. She was moaning and looked completely exhausted.” Kylie said. She started to feel a mixture of emotions. She felt incredibly sad for Phoebe, but she also felt anger. She had her suspicions of who did it, but she needed help to find that woman.
Darby felt her heart sink when she heard that description. She knew very well what was meant by getting shaved. It happened to her a few times, and she wondered who could have done something like that to her. “Kylie, thanks for telling me this. I am so glad you and Bessie rescued her. I wonder who could have done this. When you spoke to her, what did she say about it?” she asked.
“That’s the strangest thing of all. She didn’t remember anything! When we told her how we found her, she was genuinely shocked! It was though she had no memory of being attacked at all! It was scary.” Kylie said as she remembered how emotional Phoebe got when she and Bessie had told her that she was found naked in a barn and appeared to have been tortured.
“What? She didn’t remember anything? She didn’t see who attacked her?” Darby asked in shock. It seemed odd that Phoebe didn’t remember anything. If she was tied up in a barn, stripped naked, and shaved, she had to remember something.
“It was really odd to me and Bessie too. She even got emotional because she could not remember anything at all. She said it was like her mind was in a fog. I don’t know what to make of it. All I know is that we need to find out who did this to her.” Kylie said. She started to feel a little angry the more she thought about it. She wanted to avenge the attack on Phoebe and had suspicion that Phoebe’s main rival was behind it somehow, just like she wondered who assaulted her at the Ball.
Darby heard that description again and something tingled in the back of her mind. She remembered not too long ago, she also experienced brain fog. It was the most peculiar thing. She had gone to the Burlesque show to investigate a potential connection to all the victims that were attacked by the thief. She never remembered leaving the premises and she even wound up naked in Mandy’s bed. That made her wonder if there was some kind of connection. If she woke up naked somewhere and couldn’t remember anything, then it was plausible that Phoebe experienced the same thing. She didn’t want to tell the two ladies in her office she experienced the same feeling. She wanted to keep that private. She then looked up and saw someone standing by her door. It was Becky! She motioned her hand for her to come in and smiled when she entered. “Becky! Thanks for stopping by actually. Kylie is here.” she told her.
Becky walked inside the office and was surprised to see Kylie sitting there. She had finished a few errands for the deputies and returned back to the station. She wanted to see if there was any information about the robbery at the Prescott house. Now that she saw Kylie, she got nervous. She remembered their encounter at the mansion where Kylie tickled her and dominated her sexually. It was a pleasant memory, but it still made her shy whenever she was in her presence. She saw Kylie smiling at her and she had a bashful smile herself. “Hi Hylie! Ya are here in Plotsville? What a surprise!” she told her.
“So good to see you, Becky! You look great as usual. I am here under unfortunate circumstances. Phoebe was attacked.” Kylie told her. She was excited to see Becky and when she saw that smile, her mind flashed back to that same night in the Wellington mansion. She loved dominating Becky and Vera. That was one of her greatest sexual escapades and she still fantasized about her. She wanted to tie her up and tickle her naked body for hours, then make her cum her brains out. However, she was here on business and had to remain focused on finding Phoebe’s attacker.
“What? Phoebe was attacked? By who?” Becky said in complete shock. She really liked interacting with Phoebe. She considered her a great friend. She never forgotten how Phoebe helped her in Ciudad Del Reina. It was when she woke up from being unconscious near the fort Thalia stayed in and realized everyone was gone. She felt heartbroken because she failed to keep everyone safe. She wanted to cry then, and Phoebe consoled her back in the hotel. She remembered the pep talk she got from her which helped rebuild her confidence. She also remembered getting her feet tickled by her and that helped her recover as well. It was because of Phoebe’s caring that she was able to refocus and eventually help bring down Thalia and her Greek crew and rescue everyone. Now, it seemed as though someone was after Phoebe, and she immediately wanted to help.
“We don’t know. That’s what we were discussing. Someone attacked her and humiliated her. I don’t know what is going on, but it just seems strange that all of these women are getting attacked. We have a thief running around attacking women in this town, Phoebe was attacked and the Prescotts were robbed. There is just too much going on.” Darby told the group in her office. She noticed that there definitely was a major crime wave happening and she wanted to stop it. There seemed to be a familiar pattern with all these moments, and she had to find out who was behind it all.
“Don’t forget about La Diabla. That vile woman is surely connected to this somehow.” Rosa added. She was very concerned about what was happening and wondered if the outlaw had anything to do with all the crime that was happening. If she kidnapped both Rocio and Isabel, then surely, she would attack someone like Phoebe. Even the M.O. sounded like her. After being tortured herself by La Diabla, she wouldn’t put it past her to attack someone like Phoebe and leave her for dead. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she is Ms. Wellington’s attacker.” she added.
Kylie was stunned when she heard what Rosa said. She thought she had said La Diabla and that shocked her. She had just seen the outlaw not too long ago and it would be impossible for her to attack Phoebe. They were friends. She looked at Darby and Becky and they both looked stunned as well. She knew she couldn’t tell this stranger that she had seen the outlaw, or she would be in trouble herself. “La Diabla? Wait, did you say La Diabla?” she asked.
“Yes!! That bitch kidnapped a woman in Mexico recently and brought her here. I think she kidnapped a second woman too. Knowing her the way I know her, it is not surprising for her to go after someone like Phoebe. Probably tried to rob her. I swear, I am going to find that woman and bring her to justice!” Rosa answered. She was feeling more determined to find La Diabla. She started to figure that she might have started a crew and was getting revenge on the citizens of Plotsville. “I think she wants revenge around here too.” she said.
Kylie was absolutely shocked to hear this woman saying that the woman she admired had kidnapped two women and potentially attacked Phoebe. She knew that attack was not her, but the kidnapped women was plausible but still made no sense. She remembered that La Diabla was going to spend some time in Mexico with Bella, Gabby and Veronica, and now that she was looking at a Mexican Rurale, it actually seemed credible even though she had doubts. “I don’t think it was La Diabla. Besides, I thought she was dead or something. I can’t see her attacking Phoebe.” she said, trying to defend her in a way.
“Oh, you don’t know her like I do. That woman is pure evil. I had a confrontation with her in Mexico and have been hot on her heels ever since. She will pay for all the crimes she has committed. I must find her.” Rosa said with determination.
Darby swallowed hard because there were three women out of four in this room that knew La Diabla and her friendly side. She knew the outlaw could commit serious crimes because she did so in the past. It just didn’t seem like she would do it now, but if Rosa had a confrontation with her, then something must have happened. “It could be, so we need to check all leads. I am very concerned about Phoebe. I will have to help her too. I don’t know what is going on lately, but I think something big is happening. We have to find out what it is and put a stop to it. These crimes seem related somehow. We just have to find out how.” she told them.
“I know I am asking a lot, Darby. I know you are extremely busy with things here and just listening to all of you, it does sound like something extra is happening. Hey, what if it is Thalia again? I mean, she escaped from us. What if she is back and somehow behind the attack on Phoebe and even behind some of the crimes here?” Kylie asked. She wondered if Thalia had a hand in things because she could not believe it was La Diabla.
“I wouldn’t count that out, but we got a lot on our hands. It doesn’t help that there is a festival coming up soon. I think I will have to work extra hard. I have to find this thief. I have to help find La Diabla. I have to help set up security for the festival and now I have to find out who attacked Phoebe.” Darby said as she thought about how difficult her job was about to be.
“You got all of us. Let us help you. I came here to help find out who attacked Phoebe. I have my own suspicions but not entirely sure.” Kylie offered. She felt the urge to help her friend and also get revenge for Phoebe. She was itching for another adventure and if it was going to include La Diabla, she definitely had to assist.
“Thank you, Kylie, I know you want to find out what happened to Phoebe, and I love her to pieces too, but I have to focus on Plotsville first. You are not a deputy, but I will let you help me. Perhaps if we all work together, we might find that all of these things are connected to each other. We solve one, we solve them all. Now, who do you think is behind the attack on Phoebe? That might be a good start for us to investigate.” Darby asked. She wanted to find any lead she could to help solve these cases. She was very happy that Becky would help, and she had Rosa. Kylie was different because she was technically a maid, she could not let her get involved with any physical interactions with prisoners.
“Ya know I am gonna help ya, Darby! Deputy Apprentice Becky Lockhart reporting for duty!” Becky said, then stood rigid and saluted her. She wanted to get back into action and find the thief. It would also distract her from Donna trying to fire her. She figured if she could help solve these crimes, then she could become a deputy and not get fired. Then she jumped when she heard a knock at the door. “AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!” she screamed.
Darby was stunned when she heard Becky scream in fear when the door knocked. She wanted to laugh as well. She shook her head and saw that sheepish smile on her apprentice’s face. “Come in….” she said aloud.
“Darby, I have Ulysses Prescott here. He looked very scared, and he asked to speak with you. The Sheriff is on an errand, so he asked for you.” Deputy Scott responded.
“Ah, ok. I will talk to him.” Darby told her friends then stood up. She had seen him not too long ago and wondered what he wanted. She walked out of her office and noticed Becky walking with her. That was fine and she told both Rosa and Kylie to wait for a moment. She then walked to the front of the station and saw Mr. Prescott standing there. He was gripping his hat in his hands, and he had a look of worry on his face. She walked up to him and smiled. “Mr. Prescott, what can I do for ya?” she asked.
“T-Thank you for talking to me. I had to come see you. I know you told me not to worry, but I can’t help it. It has been hours since I saw my daughter. She surely would have come home by now. She knew me and my wife were coming home today. I am very worried right now. I think that maybe something happened to her. The only thing stolen from my home was that valuable ruby, but that was when she was there. You know someone broke into my home and nothing was stolen. Yet, Donna has not come back. I even went to a few places she likes to frequent. No one had seen her all morning. W-What if she was kidnapped? What if whoever broke in kidnapped her instead of trying to steal my jewelry?” Mr. Prescott asked. He kept going around town and usually, someone would tell him about what she did to them almost daily. It was odd that no one seen her all day. It was afternoon and she had been missing for at least the morning. He felt desperate and needed to make sure she was ok.
“Mr. Prescott, I am sure she is fine. Does she ever go visit friends somewhere?” Darby asked. She could hear the worry in his voice, and she wanted to comfort him. She didn’t like Donna but could understand a parent’s worry about their child.
“No, she doesn’t frequent many friends. To be honest, I don’t think she has any.” Mr. Prescott said. His eyes lowered and he started to feel sorrow. He knew how his daughter was, and she was most likely taken. He looked back up at Darby and hoped she could help him. “Deputy Darby, I am really worried about her. This is not like her at all. I know Donna can be…..well…..a handful. I know what she is like and how people view her. But she is my daughter. I love her very much. I just want her back home, safe and sound. I hope you can locate her for me. I am really, really worried about her.” he told her with his voice cracking a little.
Darby heard the angst in Mr. Prescott’s voice, and she felt sorry for him. She heard him recognize that Donna was not well liked, but he was right. She was still his daughter, and he had every right to be concerned about her. She felt sorry for him because he was always a gracious man and was a very important member of the town. “I understand Mr. Prescott, we will-“ she tried to say before she was interrupted.
“We will find her. Don’t ya worry, Mr. Prescott. We will make sure she is safe and sound.” Becky said. She heard the entire conversation and even though she really did not like Donna at all, she felt for Mr. Prescott, and he deserved to know where his daughter was. She looked at Darby and nodded her head.
“Yes, we will find her and bring her back home. I promise you.” Darby told him. She saw him looking a little happier and she hoped he would see Donna was ok.
“Thank you, thank you both. I know she can be rude at times, but I really hope she is ok. I owe you both a lot when you find her. Thank you. Please find her.” Mr. Prescott said with gratitude in his voice. He shook both of their hands and put on his hat. He then left the station and prayed that they would find his daughter soon.
“We got to find her. I feel bad for him. He seems really worried.” Darby said, then looked at Becky. She was surprised that she was so willing to help a woman that really affected her emotions. That was something she always loved about Becky. She had the biggest heart. “You really want to find her, even after everything she had put you through?” she asked.
“Yeah, because I like Mr. Prescott. He is such a nice man, and he looked so sad. I don’t like her much, but I don’t want nothin’ bad to happen to her. Besides, with all the stuff going on, ya will need some help because we have so much to do.” Becky told her. She wanted to help Darby solve all these different cases. Now they had to find a woman they both didn’t like, but it was the right thing to do. She stood up straight and saluted Darby once again. “Deputy apprentice Becky Lockhart reporting for duty!” she said.
Darby chuckled when she saw that salute and figured it was time to get started on these cases. She still had to find out what happened to Phoebe and if La Diabla was committing crimes again. She knew that this was going to be a tough journey, but she was ready to face it because so many people needed help. “Ok, let’s get Kylie and Rosa and get to work. We have to get a break sooner or later in these cases. I can feel it happening.” she said, then headed back to her office.
TRAFFICKING LOCATION
La Diabla sat in a chair and continued to think about her situation. She was back in Texas against her will and she was at this facility. It was starting to get late in the day, and she was told that a new slave would arrive, and torture would commence. She still didn’t understand why she had to be an enforcer when so many women were here. Sylvia was a trained assassin she found out, so she could handle anything that got out of control. She also knew Pilar and Maria were here. Maria didn’t appear to be a fighter, but Pilar was. She already knew Pilar was sucking up to Priscilla and wanted to be a big time criminal. She also remembered that the women from the burlesque show were also present, so it made no sense for her to even be at this location. She had a feeling it was Priscilla’s way of antagonizing her and making her subservient. La Diabla continued to try and think of a plan of how she could destroy this place and rescue her mother and kill Priscilla. It was tough because so many people were watching her as well. She wished she could get word to Darby somehow. There would be nothing sweeter than having her lover come and bust this place. She knew Priscilla would be defeated again and she wanted to make that woman’s life miserable any chance she could get. She then saw Pilar approaching and she rolled her eyes.
“Not happy to see me? hehehehe Listen La Diabla, we are doing well right now. There will be a new slave coming later and we will have some fun. Tonight, I want you to watch over the prisoners while we have a celebration. I know you don’t like us, so you shouldn’t mind babysitting the ladies.” Pilar told her. She felt powerful ordering La Diabla around. The outlaw was a very dangerous woman, and she had full authority over her. She wanted to become more powerful and if she could order La Diabla around, it would make her shine in Priscilla’s eyes.
“Fine. You bitches can enjoy yourselves. Hell, you can all have an orgy for all I care. When are we going back to Mexico, and is my mother safe?” La Diabla asked. She always thought about Isabel and her heart ached each time knowing she was in danger.
“She is fine…..for now. As long as you do what we say, she will be fine. Now, I really want to ask you to clean the water dishes for the slaves, but I am in a great mood so you can just sit there and scowl. Hahahaha” Pilar teased. She felt untouchable and hoped the outlaw would talk back to her. She had the advantage and always could tell Priscilla that she disobeyed something. That would put Isabel in danger and that would truly hurt the outlaw.
La Diabla started to seethe hearing Pilar try to denigrate her. She knew that once her mother was safe, she was going to take out Pilar first. That woman annoyed her, and she was the same woman that had the knife to her mother’s throat. Everyone involved with Isabel’s kidnapping was going to pay a severe price. “Are you done yet?” she asked sarcastically.
“Pilar, stop agitating her. Hehee” Sylvia said as she entered the room. She heard Pilar giving La Diabla an attitude and she loved it. However, she didn’t want the outlaw to snap, which could cause a lot of problems. She saw La Diabla’s face and knew if looks could kill, Pilar would be six feet under right now. She then approached La Diabla and sat down across from her. She knew how tense she was, but she had business to discuss. “Listen, tomorrow me and you have an assignment. We need to scout the best train car to hide in. We need to learn when they come in and where they go. There should be a common schedule. Once we have our first auction, I plan to go to Mexico. My work will be done here, and I will bring a special gift for my employer.” she told her.
“Gift? What kind of gift does Priscilla need?” La Diabla replied. She was ok with leaving this facility to go scout train routes, but she was curious about a gift. She knew Sylvia was hired by Christos, but figured it was Priscilla that would receive a gift.
“Hehehe no, Priscilla is not getting a gift. She has already been given one considering this operation is taking place. No, this gift is for Christos. He wanted a gift, and I will bring it to him. This is where I will need your help. I can’t tell you what it is right now, but trust me, it will be a great moment. I just need you to be ready for when the time comes.” Sylvia explained. She thought about this plan, and it made her really excited. She couldn’t wait to see the look on the outlaw’s face when she finally captured Darby and prepared her to go to Mexico.
“Ok, whatever. Oh, when you get back to Greece, can you tell him I said he can go fuck himself?” La Diabla requested with a smile. She always wondered who this man was that was pulling all the strings. He was the one who employed Thalia. He was the one who was financing things and making lives miserable. She thought he was a gutless coward for sending minions instead of doing things himself. She really had a lot of satisfaction knowing that she and Darby had defeated his greatest warrior.
“Hehe you’re cute. If it wasn’t for others, you would have met him already and been a fuck toy. You’re lucky I am not sending you there as a sex slave anyway. I am sure he and Thalia would enjoy your beautiful body very much.” Sylvia responded. She did hate the fact that she couldn’t capture this woman and bring her back. She was part of the reason her friends were all defeated. Darby could not beat Helga, Svetlana and Thalia by herself. This same outlaw assisted her, and she really wanted to torture her too. However, she was employed in a sense by Priscilla and knowing that her mother was in danger, made it sweeter. She knew La Diabla was miserable and hoped she would stay that way.
“But I am not, am I? Oh, you can also tell Thalia that she is just a ticklish little kitten. If it wasn’t for Priscilla, I would have owned her pussy…..” La Diabla said with a smirk. She figured she might as well get under Sylvia’s skin. If she could make these women pissed off, the better it was. She had to follow orders, but no one ever said she had to be happy about it.
“Just be ready tomorrow. We got a big day ahead of us. Now, if you will excuse me, I will talk to Marge. She and her ladies will be by here soon with a new victim. I think I will play with this one. I have to keep my skills up. Want to help?” Sylvia offered. She was looking forward to tormenting some woman and having a good time. She hoped she would be really pretty and very innocent. Those were the best ones to torture, just like the first slave, Alice, was.
“I think I will sit it out. You ladies seem to enjoy torturing them. I will just watch. After all, I have to practice watching them, right?” La Diabla said with sarcasm in her voice.
“Suit yourself.” Sylvia said with an eyeroll. She then heard the door open, and she looked towards the entrance way. She smiled because she saw Rita and Olga appearing. She saw they had big smiles on their faces and guessed that they must have had a new play toy. Olga had a smile, but Rita looked a bit distant in her eyes. She had no idea what was wrong with her, and she didn’t care. She was all about business and wasn’t making any friends. The only one she seemed to really like was Ingrid. “Welcome back! So, you brought some fun with you?” she asked.
“Not yet! The show is still taking place so we couldn’t get someone just yet. We came early because I haven’t been to this place yet and I am looking forward to playing with some new slave! Hehe” Olga said with a huge smile on her face.
“Good. I guess that makes sense. Marge has to act like everything is normal. I really hope she brings a cute one. I know Donna was a lot of fun, but I want someone really pretty.” Sylvia said. She looked at Rita who seemed to be staring out into space and her curiosity got the better of her. “Hey Rita, what’s wrong?” she asked.
Rita looked at Sylvia and heard her question. She was still trying to put her own mindset back together after being tortured earlier in the day by Marge. It was such an unnerving time for her. She even skipped her performances of the day because her heart was broken. Marge punished her and she had to betray Becky coming up. She tried her best to put on a cheery face, but now that she was not in the showroom, her sadness took over. She tried to smile back at Sylvia because she did not want to tell her what happened to her. “Nothing. Just a long day. Looking forward to hearing some cheerful laughter.” she said.
“She had a tough day. She will be fine though.” Olga added. She heard that Marge and Rita had a session together and she wondered how bad it went. Rita was usually cheerful, but she was so distant throughout the day. Diane told her that Marge appeared to be punishing Rita and not just having a sexy game with her. She knew better than crossing Marge, so she didn’t even ask what happened. When she rode to this place with Rita, she kept to herself and figured that Rita must have been punished over something. Now, she wanted to change the mood and smiled at Sylvia again. “This place looks awesome! Can I look around?” she asked.
“Sure. Maria, can you show this sweet lady around the facility? Eventually she will have to take care of the slaves, so she needs to see how this place is laid out.” Sylvia instructed. She then watched as Olga walked off with Maria, then she looked back at Rita. She sensed that something was very wrong, and she had to make sure it didn’t hurt their operation. “Are you sure you are, ok?” she asked her.
“Yes, I am ok. Just a tough day that’s all. I will be fine.” Rita responded. She took a deep breath and tried her best to smile. She saw Pilar and La Diabla standing there, and she had to maintain her composure amongst these scary women.
“Ok. Where is Ingrid? I like that woman….” Sylvia said and thought about the diminutive dancer. She really liked her personality and style. Even though she was the one who broke Ingrid and caught her in her act as a thief, she grew to enjoy being around her. She had an aggressive personality, and she loved to torture. She even started to wonder if she could be her sidekick when she returned to Europe.
“Ingrid will be here tomorrow. She is on assignment tonight. She will break into some woman’s home, tie her up and torture her. She is her thieving persona tonight.” Rita said. She did enjoy Ingrid’s passion for robbing women of their jewelry. She had been very successful as of late as she brought back some very expensive jewelry, particularly that ruby jewel stolen from Donna Prescott’s home. They still haven’t taken the stolen jewelry to the black market to cash it in yet, but that was to happen very soon.
“Ah, very good. I hope she gets back soon. I wanted to see her work over the new slave, but I guess that will have to wait. Well ladies, I guess we should relax for a little bit. It is going to be a fun night.” Sylvia told the group, then went to sit down and perhaps get some drinks. She felt very confident in her plan, and she was still biding her time before she went after Darby. That had to be perfect because she could not make any mistakes. She knew she had to capture her before she left back for Greece. Darby was too popular to disappear without a large search party looking for her. Holding her here for days would not be smart, so she had to capture her, and then depart for Greece very soon thereafter. She looked over at La Diabla who still looked miserable. She thought of an idea for her when she captured Darby and that would be a moment she would never forget as well as either the deputy and the outlaw.
La Diabla watched as everyone started to make conversation. She sat alone and just went to her thoughts. All she thought about was Isabel. This situation was the most heart wrenching of her life. Darby suffering was horrific, and so was Cheyenne suffering in Santa Selena. This was entirely different. She didn’t always see her mother, but she loved her deeply. The thought of her being in harm’s way really bothered her because she could not get her free. Her determination was there and all she knew was that once she freed her, Priscilla was going to leave the Earth permanently.
Darby leaned back in her chair and sighed. It was evening time, and she worked on the several cases all afternoon long and into the night. She was grateful that she had company, and they were all helping her. It was a tough time, but also enjoyable. She started to get to know Rosa a little more and found her to be charming. She knew the woman had a vendetta against La Diabla and the worse part was that she couldn’t defend the outlaw. She was happy that both Becky and Kylie didn’t defend her either because that would mean they all had contact with her, and they had to keep that a secret. She was also happy to see Becky in a better mood. Her apprentice went through a lot and to see her smiling was such a relief. She was feeling tired and a little discouraged because even though they pored over reports and discussed theories, they had no idea what to do. It even bothered her that they went around town looking for Donna Prescott and no one knew where she was. That was disheartening because it meant that she was most likely kidnapped. Breaking the news to Mr. and Mrs. Prescott was difficult. It really shaped her perspective on Donna. She was someone’s loved one and even though she didn’t care for her too much, someone else did. That was the important thing. Someone loved Donna and she had to find her to help bring her parents peace. She looked over at her friends and saw they were getting tired as well. She figured it was time to call it a night and get started again early in the morning. “Hey ladies, I am beat. Let’s call it a night. I think we need some rest, so we can look at this with fresh eyes tomorrow.” she told them.
“Yeah, I yawn agree. I am beat. I traveled all day, and I am tired. Where is the nearest hotel for me to stay in?” Rosa asked as she stretched out her arms. She wanted to get some rest and hoped to start looking for La Diabla the next day. She wanted to help Darby solve the local cases, that way she could be focused on finding the notorious outlaw.
“Nonsense! You can stay at muh house. I don’t want you to have to worry about being in a hotel all alone. You too, Kylie. You traveled a long way to get here, and I appreciate you wanting to help. I promise we will find Phoebe’s attacker and bring them to justice. Do you really think you saw who may have done it at the Ball? The same one Cheyenne and Molly went to?” Darby asked. She got a description of who Kylie suspected and was stunned to find out it was a woman. That made her wonder if she was connected to the thief that went around tormenting women. She was relieved to hear it was a blond woman and not a woman with long black hair. She really wanted this attacker to be some random woman, because she did not want it to be La Diabla, even though that seemed impossible.
“Yeah, I remember her. I think she did it. I do thank you for having me stay at your place. Can I call Bessie and tell her I will be staying overnight. I think they thought I would be back soon, but I want to help you here. We have to find the attacker and all those other cases need to be solved.” Kylie replied. Even though she described her attacker, she still didn’t tell them that she was attacked. It was a humiliating experience, and they didn’t have to know what happened to her. She was also very interest in this woman from Mexico. It blew her mind that La Diabla could be committing crimes. She adored the outlaw and found her to be very personable and kind, which contradicted her reputation. She knew Darby wanted to solve that case, and so did she.
“Sure. Becky, can you show Kylie the telephone so she can call the Wellington mansion?” Darby asked. She saw Becky smile and then she and Kylie left the office. She looked over at Rosa and smiled. “I can’t thank you enough for helping me with muh cases. I know you are here for a reason and trust me, I am just as interested in La Diabla as you are. I mean, she has been gone for so long, I just find it hard to believe she would return to this area.” she told her.
“I am very glad to help. Seeing you in action is a great thing. I admire you. You are such a hero to women out there. You are a decorated deputy in the United States West. Your job is dominated by legendary men, yet you are a legend yourself. I don’t get to hear much news from the United States, but when I researched you, I saw those articles and you are such a phenomenon. You stopped sex trafficking rings. Men have not been as successful as you are. I really look forward to you helping me capture La Diabla. There is no way she can defeat both of us. She will pay.” Rosa said as she beamed at Darby. She was rather impressed by the deputy and her exploits. She looked forward to arresting La Diabla and it would be symbolic if the greatest female deputy was there to help her. That would only increase her own prestige within the Rurales and perhaps get some clout.
“Yeah, seeing La Diabla will be something else alright….” Darby said knowing that if her lover was in fact kidnapping women, it would be a momentous occasion if they crossed paths. It would also break her heart. She knew it couldn’t be true, especially after the trauma of Santa Selena and Ciudad Del Reina. She then saw Becky and Kylie return and they had smiles. “Ok, are all of you ready to go? In fact, Becky, you might as well stay with me too. All four of us can camp out and make it a fun girls’ night. Hehe I don’t have a lot of beds, but someone can share with me, and I do have some comfy couches.” she offered.
“Thank ya, Darby! This will be a fun night! I like all of ya and I think we will make a great team and solve the cases!” Becky said with enthusiasm. She liked the idea of an all women group solving the biggest cases in Plotsville. She wanted to keep forming that bond and even gain more knowledge and experience so she could achieve her ultimate goal. To become a full-time deputy in the town of Plotsville. She walked out of the office with the ladies, and they were headed off to a night of fun.
Ingrid slowly made her way into the residential area of Plotsville. It was evening and the sun was down. She loved this time of night because it wasn’t too late, and her victims would be awake. She had a new target in mind. There was a woman that came into the Burlesque show the day before and she liked her. She was an older woman, perhaps in her 30s and she looked rather attractive. She spied on the woman and when she learned that her husband had left town on business, it made her an instant target. She told Marge what her plans were and that she would get another score of jewelry for them to add to their collection. Her Plotsville raids were very successful and when they finally sold the jewels on the black market, they were going to make a fortune. She got into her loose black clothing and put on her mask. Now, she was the “Tickling Thief” and couldn’t wait to assault another victim. She made it to the woman’s home and looked around. The neighborhood was quiet as most of the townsfolk were at home already. She peered through the window and saw the woman sitting in a chair and appeared to be knitting something. “Hehehe such a perfect target! This will be a lot of fun!” she told herself.
She then attempted to open the window and was delighted it wasn’t locked. She pulled the windowpanes open and it was time for her to slide inside. Once she got inside, she looked around and noticed she was in a bedroom. She knew she was moments away from surprising the woman and tickling her silly. She thought about the sex slave operation and the way they brutally tickle tortured the slaves. She felt a little frisky at the moment and determined that she was going to have some sexual fun with this victim. She really hoped she was really ticklish as well. She also thought about perhaps making her a candidate to be a sex slave. They needed a variety of women, so this one would be a great candidate. She then sneaked into the living room area and saw the woman’s back ther,er and she was still knitting. She could hear her humming a tune and now it was her time to shine! She walked up behind the woman and then quickly placed her arm under the woman’s chin and around her neck. “You scream and you die!” she declared.
Darby walked with her companions through the streets and felt tired. It was a long day, and she just could not wait until she could sit down, take off her boots and just enjoy the company of these women. They were all having a good laugh together and the energy was good. She was getting close to her house and knew this was going to be a great bonding night. Rosa was very cordial and had good energy. She already had a relationship with both Kylie and of course, Becky. Having a girls’ night was something she really wanted to have. “We are almost to muh house. Hehehe I can’t wait to hear more about your adventures with the Rurales. You already had some great ones!” she told Rosa.
“I have so many! Most of them are from what the men tell me, but I got a few of my own. It is such a demanding job but can be so much fun too. I get to see all kinds of things being the bodyguard of Lorena Navarro. The mayor of the town and her are very generous people, so of course they are targets of the bad guys.” Rosa responded. She liked the walk to Darby’s house, and she was grateful that she was included. She saw the chemistry between the other three women, and she loved it. They all went through that ordeal at Ciudad del Reina, and she hoped to hear more stories.
“I can imagine. We just had someone take a shot at our mayor not too long ago, so protecting leaders is quite a difficult job. Ok, muh home is four houses away. I hope you all find it cozy.” Darby smiled. She continued to walk and when she passed by one of the houses, she thought she heard something. She stopped in her tracks and tried to listen closely. “Hey, do y’all hear that?” she asked.
Becky stopped in her tracks and heard Darby’s question. All of them stayed very quiet and she tried to listen for sounds. She thought she heard something but wasn’t sure what it was. She continued to listen, and she swore she heard…..laughter. That made her smile because someone inside a house must have been having a good time. “I think I can hear laughter.” she said with a smile.
“Yeah, I thought I heard laughter too. Hehehe Someone is having a good time.” Darby smiled. She could hear distinct laughter and looked towards the house of one of her neighbors. She knew the woman inside the house, Brenda Holcutt, and her husband Chester. They were a cordial married couple and would wave at her whenever she passed by. She didn’t see them as the laughing type because Chester was usually very stoic, and Brenda was also kind of kept to herself. It was good to hear her laughing because it meant she must have been having fun.
Rosa smiled because she started to hear the laughter. She liked people having a good time, then she thought she heard something peculiar. The sound was very loud, then suddenly there was silence. “Hey, you may think I am crazy, but it sounded like someone called for help.” she said.
“Yeah, I thought I heard that too. Hmmm….no more laughter.” Kylie observed. She could hear the faint laughter and thought she heard the same thing. She looked towards the house and wondered why everything went silent.
Darby looked at both Kylie and Rosa and thought about what they heard. If Brenda yelled for help, then she felt the need to go check on her. She thought she could knock on the door and pretend to ask for some sugar. “You know, let me go check on her. Just to make sure. Can you stay right here? I will be right back” she told her friends.
“Sure. We will be right here. She is probably having some fun or something. It might be nothing.” Rosa responded. She watched as Darby headed to the house and figured she would come right back shortly.
Darby made her way up the walkway and made it to the porch of the house. She saw that there was a light inside and before she knocked, she peered through the window and tried to look past the curtain. She could partially see into the living room and saw a chair knocked over and a blanket on the ground. That got her senses buzzing because of Rosa and Kylie said. If they heard the word “help” and now she saw a knocked over chair and a blanket on the floor, it made her very concerned. She looked over at her friends and motioned her hand for them to come closer. Once they all made it to the porch, she whispered to them. “I think something’s happening inside. I see a chair knocked over and things just don’t feel right. Rosa, can you go to the window on the side of the house and check to see if anything looks strange. I want to make sure Brenda is ok. I know her husband left town yesterday, so she might be alone. I hope it is nothing, but I have this bad feeling.” she instructed.
“You got it! Let me go there now.” Rosa said. She started to have her own senses tingling because someone could be in trouble. She thought she heard the word help and now she hoped whoever was inside was just having fun and wasn’t in any danger. She made it to the side window and noticed it was slightly ajar. She then looked inside, and her heart stopped! She saw a small figure on top of a woman who was lying on the bed on her stomach. She appeared to have a gag of some sort in her mouth, and her ankles were tied up. She saw the woman’s shoes were off and the small figure was wiggling her fingers in the air. What stunned her was the small figure was wearing a hooded mask. The curtains were still in the way, but she could see enough to figure the woman was about to have her feet tickled. She slowly backed away from the window and headed back to the porch. She saw Darby, Becky and Kylie standing there and they wondered what happened. “I-I see a hooded person on top of the woman! I think she was going to do something to her feet!” she told them.
Darby looked right at Becky and they both had the same look on their faces. “The Tickling Thief!” they told each other.
Kyle had a shocked look on her face when she heard them mention a tickling thief. She knew they were looking for a thief going around tormenting women and it appeared they found the person they were looking for. “Oh no! What do we do?” she asked.
“Ok, This is our chance to finally catch this person! I will go through the back door. Rosa, guard the side window. Becky, you knock on the front door loudly. That should distract the thief and make them panic. Rosa, they might come right to you so be ready. I am going through the back door to make sure there is no escape. This is our chance!” Darby instructed. After all this time, they finally had an opportunity to catch the tickling thief. This same person caused so much trouble in town and if they could arrest them, it would be a huge thing.
“On it!” Rosa said, then went towards that side window. She felt a rush of excitement because she was about to help Darby arrest a criminal that was very wanted. This was her chance to use her skills in stopping whoever this was and bringing them to justice. She even entertained the thought of this thief being connected to La Diabla! She positioned herself by the window and put her hand on the butt of her gun in the holster. She took a deep breath and now it was time for some action!
Becky looked at Kylie and told her to stand back a little. Even though Kylie was a seasoned fighter, she still didn’t want to put her in harm’s way just in case. She took a deep breath and prepared to knock on the door. This was a huge moment. Catching this thief would be the greatest thing to happen right now. This same person evaded her clutches twice. The second time was one of the most humiliating moments of her life when she was tied up at Donna Prescott’s house and tortured her in front of Donna. She remembered how hard she was laughing and how her most private areas were also tickled and teased. This thief was the reason her job was in jeopardy and had Donna hating her. This one person made her life miserable and now, she could finally end it. She then knocked on the door loudly and prepared herself for a physical confrontation. “Mrs. Holcutt?! Are ya in there?” she shouted.
Ingrid felt her fingers sliding up and down the soft bare feet of Brenda. She loved the feeling on her fingers and the feet were wiggling wildly. She managed to subdue the woman and get her tied up. She had tickled her a little during the process of tying her up and discovered just how ticklish she was. Once Brenda yelled for help, she gagged her with her own sock. She did not want to potentially alert neighbors from the screaming. Now, it was torture time. The feet were quite large, size 9, and very chunky. She already started tickling those tender feet and demanded the jewelry. She loved these moments and was determined to make this woman suffer. Then she heard a knock on the front door, and she stopped her tickling. The knocking was very loud and that worried her. She did not expect company, and she couldn’t get caught. “Hey! Who is that at your door?” she asked Brenda.
“I-I don’t know! Please! Don’t tickle me!” Brenda begged as she felt those fingers resting on the bottoms of her feet.
“Dammit! Lucky you!” Ingrid yelled at Brenda. She grew very concerned by the banging on the door and grew upset. Someone was interrupting her tickling of these big feet. She figured this might be a lost cause and it might be better if she left the premises. She got up off of Brenda and figured that since the front door had someone there, she could just slip out of the window she came in and escape into the night. She gave one last tickle stroke to those helpless soles and headed towards the window. She opened the curtain and right when she was about to climb out, she saw some woman with a blue sombrero on her head and pointing a gun right at her. She went into a panic and went right back inside. There was someone at the front door, and now someone was at the side window. She ran back into the living room and headed towards the back door. She got really scared and had to escape. She did not want to go to jail. She opened the back door, then almost had a heart attack when she saw a tall woman standing there, pointing a gun right at her. Ingrid was trapped! She slammed the door and went right back into the house. She went into the living room and looked for another escape route. She figured she would have to go through the front door and just push over whoever was knocking. She opened the front door and saw a very familiar face looking right at her. “What the hell?!!! YOU???????” she yelled as she recognized one of them.
Becky saw the door open and saw the thief standing right there. This was her first confrontation with the woman after she put her life into misery. She saw the hooded mask and the very small stature. She felt a rush of adrenaline and knew this was the moment she had been waiting for. This thief caused so much terror in Plotsville and it made her life a mess. She placed her hands on her hips and knowing that the house was surrounded, she could finally capture the thief! "We meet again! Ya rotten thief! Ya are under arrest!” she yelled.
Ingrid froze as she heard those words. She started to feel a true panic in her body because she was surrounded. She turned around to run and suddenly saw the most feared Deputy in town, Darby Reeves. She figured she should go to Brenda and hold her as a hostage. She tried to run into the room, but suddenly, the woman with the sombrero was standing right there. She looked behind her and there was Darby. In front of her was Becky and now to the side of her, it was the mysterious woman. She saw another woman enter into the front door and stood next to Becky. There were now four women, and she was trapped. Her emotions really went wild, and she was in a panic. “Let me go!!! Get out of my way!!” she yelled, then rushed forward.
Becky saw the thief headed her way and she reared her fist back and swung it right at the small head. She remembered how agile the thief was, but this time, the person was in a panic. She connected with the punch and the small thief hit the ground in a thud. She was surprised that she actually connected with her punch and looked towards Darby. “Did I just do that?” she asked in shock.
“Yes, yes you did. Good job Becky!” Darby shouted. She felt excited because finally, they captured the thief that was going around terrorizing Plotsville. The same thief that humiliated her apprentice was now on the floor in a daze. She then went over to the small body and flipped her over onto the stomach. She took out her cuffs and handcuffed the wrists behind the back. It was a proud moment, and she felt energized by it all. “Hey, can someone check on Brenda? I hope she is ok.” she requested.
“I am on it!” Rosa said, then headed into the room. She felt excited that they had just captured a thief that caused so many issues. It was a top priority for Darby and now that the thief was apprehended, perhaps the rest of the cases could be solved. She went inside the bedroom and saw a tied-up woman on it. She saw those helpless soles facing her and now it was time to free the woman. She went to the ankles and started to untie them. “Don’t worry Ma’am, I got you…” she said in a comforting voice.
Becky was still in shock as she stared at the thief being apprehended. It was a surreal feeling that after all this time, this person had finally been captured. Now, she could finally get past her trauma and hoped the rest of the tough cases would be solved. She knelt down next to the prone thief, and she grinned. “I owed ya one! Now, ya are gonna go to jail! Hehehe” she gloated.
Ingrid started to come to her senses and then she realized she was on the floor and her arms were behind her back. The last thing she remembered was that she saw Becky and she wanted to run past her. Then she saw blackness for a moment. She looked around and saw boots surrounding her. The boots were large, and she started to squirm in her binds. “LET ME GO!!! LET ME GO NOW YOU DIRTY *****S!” she yelled.
“Dirty *****s? That is not nice. Ya are finally captured! I had been waitin’ for this moment for a long time! Hehehe” Becky smiled. She looked at Darby and could see a look of pride on her face. She then lifted the thief up to her feet and it was time to bring this woman in. But she had a burning desire that she had to do first. “Hey Darby, I think it is time we see just who is behind this mask!” she said with a huge smile.
“NO!!!! DON’T YOU DARE!!!! YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!!! DON’T YOU DARE!!” Ingrid screamed. Her heart was racing and every single emotion in her body was stimulated. She had been captured and captured by law enforcement. This was the second time she had been caught, but at least during the first time, she ended up business partners with Sylvia. This was much worse because her criminal career was over. She looked at both Darby and Becky and she had to try anything. She tried to stomp her foot on Darby’s boot, but the deputy moved out of the way.
“You sure are feisty thing! Trying to stomp muh feet, huh? I think we need to tie your ankles then.” Darby said and then looked around for something to tie the ankles.
“Here, use this.” Rosa called out as she re-entered the living room with Brenda. She felt a lot of pride at the moment because their quartet captured a thief and rescued a civilian.
“Becky, you can do the honors.” Darby said, then forced Ingrid back to the ground and got her on her stomach. She then straddled the legs to prevent them from kicking and waited until Becky tied the ankles. She was getting more excited because finally, a big break happened. This arrest would surely put to ease so many women’s minds.
Becky got the rope around the kicking ankles and cinched it tight. She looked at the small shoes and wondered how big they were. It was still a great feeling capturing this thief. It was her third confrontation and this time she won. There was a huge sense of pride, and she felt really happy.
Kylie watched as she saw both Becky and Darby apprehending the thief. She listened to both of them talk about how this same person terrorized so many women and even tortured Becky. She was very happy that Becky was safe, and she even had some resentment towards the thief. She adored Becky and to know that she was very sad because of a confrontation before, it really hurt her. She walked over towards the body and smiled. She knelt down by the head and stared at the hooded mask. “Don’t you know you just got arrested by the finest deputies in town? Your sad career is over….” she taunted.
Ingrid heard that taunt and looked at Kylie. She looked a little familiar, but just didn’t know where she may have seen her. She felt ashamed that she was caught and wondered what was going to happen to her next. She prayed they did not unmask her because if they did, then it put the entire Burlesque show at risk. That’s what hurt the most. It wasn’t just her that would be in trouble. It would be her entire work family. “LET. ME. GO!! And who the hell are you??” she yelled.
“I am Kylie Rockford. I am not happy you messed with my friends. I work for Phoebe Wellington, and it is quite the thrill to see you fail. You deserve to go to jail.” Kylie taunted. She loved how happy everyone was and was thrilled to be a part of it.
Ingrid was stunned when she heard who Kylie worked for. Then it dawned on her. That’s where she saw that woman before. It was at that gathering where she and Sylvia disguised themselves as servants and drugged Phoebe’s drinks with the potion to make her extra ticklish and abnormally horny. She felt some happiness in her body because she and Sylvia truly tortured Phoebe and it was a moment she would never forget. “Phoebe Wellington, huh? Hehehe If you don’t get out of my face, bad things will happen to you just like her…..” she grinned under her mask.
“What do you mean, bad things will happen to me just like her. How do you know Phoebe? What bad thing happened to her?” Kylie asked. Her adrenaline started to flow and wondered what the thief meant by all that. No one knew that Phoebe had suffered, so it was peculiar that this thief knew anything about that.
Ingrid realized her mistake and grew very nervous. She was not supposed to reveal anything because Phoebe had no memory of her humiliation. She started to sweat and had to play it off. “Nothing! I just know that woman lost out on her land deal! It was all over the papers!” she yelled, remembering that the bid for some land was in fact in the newspapers.
Kylie raised her eyebrow and wondered if this thief told the truth. It was true that Agatha’s bid was indicated in the newspapers, but there was really nothing about Phoebe except that she was a bidder. She was really curious about this thief and wondered if she knew more than she was saying. “I think you know something….” she said.
“GET AWAY FROM ME! ALL OF YOU! I DEMAND YOU LET ME GO!” Ingrid yelled. She was still captured, and they still threatened to take off her mask. Now her ankles were tied, and her hands were handcuffed behind her back. She felt shame washing over her because she was caught and these women seemed to relish in that fact.
Darby heard the demands, and she smiled. She felt a huge sense of relief, and now it was time to finally find out who this thief was. She looked at Rosa and Becky and instructed them to lift the diminutive thief and sit her in a chair. Once they did, she could see the thief squirming and trying to get loose. She stood there for a moment and smiled. Becky held one shoulder, and Rosa held the other to keep the thief in the chair. She walked up on the left-hand side to avoid the kicking legs. She placed her hand on top of the hooded mask and smiled. “Now, who are you?” she asked.
Ingrid felt Darby’s hand on her mask, and she started to panic. Her identity was about to be revealed, which will surely end her criminal disguise. She started to get emotional because she loved being the Tickling Thief. She felt the hood starting to slide off her head and she started to whine. “Noooooo!!!! Please don’t do this to meeeeeee!!!” she screamed.
Darby continued to pull the mask upwards, and she saw it slipping off the chin, then she saw more of the face. She could see the skin and just judging by the features, it was a woman! It was speculated that it was a woman, but it felt nice to confirm the gender. Then she saw the nose appear and she quickly pulled off the mask and now, the face of the thief was revealed! She saw the short cropped blond hair and she saw the eyes. She gasped as the thief was finally exposed. “Wait, don’t I know you?” she asked.
Becky felt great anticipation when the mask was coming off. This same person made her life miserable and now she would find out who they were. She saw the mask coming off the face and when Darby took it off completely, she was absolutely stunned. She saw the short cropped blond hair and instantly recognized who it was. “Ingrid???? YER THE THIEF????” she exclaimed.
Ingrid felt her face turning red with shame as her mask was taken off. Now, she was finished as a thief, and she wanted to cry. She really enjoyed what she did and the mystery of it all. Now, all these women saw her face, including the woman she was just tickling. She heard Becky’s voice, and she looked over at her. After humiliating her at Donna Prescott’s house, now she would have the last laugh. “Let me go….” she said.
“Darby!! It’s Ingrid! The dancer from the Burlesque show! She was the thief this whole time?” Becky asked in shock. She still couldn’t believe that it was a dancer at the show that was behind all the chaos. It was a dancer that tortured her and made her life miserable. It also started to affect her emotions because it meant that all the dancers knew who the thief was, including the woman who she had feelings for. The fact that Ingrid was the thief, it meant that Rita knew all along. She didn’t know how to feel about that, and she had to keep her composure.
“Well, I’ll be damned. The burlesque show is a criminal operation.” Darby said as she realized that Donna Prescott was right. That woman always said the show brought crime and she was correct. She shook her head because it meant that they would have to shut the show down and investigate. “Do you know what kind of hell you put women through? How could you do that?” she asked Ingrid.
“Let me go already. I didn’t do anything wrong. Just having fun with a fellow citizen.” Ingrid said. She was still very ashamed and upset that she was caught. She didn’t even look at her captors. She looked at the floor and wanted to be defiant. She had no idea how she was going to get out of this, and Marge would surely be upset. The entire group was in trouble, and it was because she got captured. She wanted to scream. She wanted to curse. She looked at her shoes and cursed herself for being caught.
“Didn’t do anything wrong? You TERRORIZED women in this town! Oh, I am going to have fun locking you up. But I do want some information from you. You were a successful thief and tortured many women. So, where are the jewels you stole? I think it is high time we returned them to their rightful owners.” Darby requested. She wanted to return the jewels that were stolen, including the ruby that was taken from the Prescotts. She wanted to make sure she returned that ruby to Mr. Prescott because she promised him.
Ingrid lifted her head and stared at Darby. She was very bitter and if she got caught, she definitely was not going to give up the loot she stole. “You can burn in hell, Deputy! I ain’t telling you anything!” she yelled in defiance.
Darby heard those words, and she shook her head. She could tell that Ingrid was not going to give up information easily. She knew she would take her to jail, but her job was not complete unless she returned those jewels. One thing stood out for her, which was if the jewels were sold, Ingrid would have said so. The fact she said she won’t say anything meant the jewels were still in town, so she could find them and return them. She looked at her friends and smiled. “Ladies, we finally ended the career of the Tickling Thief. However, I need to find those jewels. Returning them would mean everything to the victims she terrorized, as well as her capture. Any ideas how we can get her to talk?” she said with a knowing smirk.
Becky got excited when she heard that question. It just seemed ironic that they might use the same method that was used on her and so many other women. She was still getting used to using tickling as a weapon, but after tickling Babs Mckenzie after capturing her, and tickling the Greek woman, Peta, she knew just how effective it can be. The thought of getting some revenge on Ingrid sounded like a great idea, even if she truly felt that deputies shouldn’t torture prisoners. “I think I know….hehehe” she giggled.
Rosa saw the look on Darby’s face, and she couldn’t help but smile. After hearing this woman being called the “Tickling Thief”, it seemed appropriate she should face that kind of punishment. She looked at Ingrid and lowered her head next to her left ear. “I suggest you start talking, or things might get a bit rough for you. Hehehe” she whispered.
Ingrid heard those words, and she still remained defiant. She knew these deputies were honorable and as long as she didn’t talk, she would be ok. She looked over at Rosa and snarled. “Who the hell are you? Get away from me!” she snapped.
“Hehehe how cute. I am Rosa Mendoza, member of the famed Mexican Rurales. It gives me great pleasure to capture a criminal such as yourself. You deserve whatever happens to you. Funny how you got caught as soon as I showed up. I must bring good luck!” Rosa said and smiled. She then looked at Darby and winked.
“From Mexico, huh? I know tougher women from Mexico than you. Hell, I just……” Ingrid started to say, then stopped before she revealed that she met Pilar, Maria and La Diabla. She got mad at herself again for speaking too much.
“What was that? You just what?” Rosa asked. It appeared Ingrid was about to say something but stopped. She wondered if she was going to say something about Mexico. Her mind started to race as it was possible that this woman may have met La Diabla. It would all make sense. Ingrid was a criminal and so was La Diabla! Perhaps they were even partners in some sense. Now she really wanted to get Ingrid talking. It appeared this woman knew a lot more than just breaking into women’s homes, tying them up and tickling them. “I think we need to start making her talk. How about we take her somewhere and get some information out of her?” she requested.
Darby looked at Ingrid and wondered what she knew. She also wondered how much the rest of the dancers knew. This was probably the break she needed. It all made sense now. She knew there was some kind of connection between the victims and the thief. Now that she knew it was a dancer from there, it all fit into place. She got excited and now she needed Ingrid to start spilling her guts. “Ok, let’s take her in. I think Ingrid here needs to tell us everything she knows. Ok ladies, let’s grab her and we can let Brenda get back to her evening.” she instructed.
Becky went over to Brenda and hugged her. She knew how terrified the woman must have been because she endured that torture herself. She broke the hug and smiled. “Ya are safe now. Ya can rest easy as finally, we have caught this miserable thief!” she told her.
“Thank you, Becky. Thank you all! I hope that woman rots in jail!!” Brenda said with venom in her voice as she saw both Rosa and Darby lift the thief out of the chair and start to walk her out of her home. She felt very grateful that they stopped that woman from tormenting her and she looked at her feet. She knew how sensitive they were, and she would have given up the jewelry. Now, she understood why Donna Prescott was screaming about that burlesque show. She decided if she ever saw her again, she wanted to shake her hand.
UP NEXT: A thief faces justice
Ok fans, how did you like this part? There was a lot of story to this one, but it is the turning point in this series. Things will really start to ramp up as we head to the conclusion. I hope you enjoy the ride! Thanks again for the nomination. It would be the greatest honor to win that award. There are tickling community legends in that Pioneer room. To be in there with them would be very humbling. As always, your comments are most welcomed and very encouraged.
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