Ok fans, time for another chapter in this phase ending series. Thank you again for following along, and things are really going to start picking up. We are starting to head into the climactic conclusion, and we are getting there one step at a time. There is a lot of good stuff coming, so keep reading and I truly hope when you are finished with this series, it is one of the best you have ever read. The major characters will have very important scenes upcoming, and it will be fun to read. Thank you again for the Golden Feather nominations and I hope you all vote when the time comes! Now, time for the next chapter! As always, your comments are encouraged and most welcomed!
PART 14
DARBY’S HOUSE
Ingrid was lying on the couch and watching as Darby and her friends were having a good time. She was completely tied up and helpless. They had wrapped rope all over her body, going from her shoulders, to under her breasts, across her stomach, hips, and her legs and ankles. She was still barefooted, and she still felt incredible shame. She couldn’t believe they had broken her and revealed the combination to her stash of jewels. As the women sat at the table and laughed while eating, she kept thinking about her failure and how her life was going to be from this point forward. She really did not want to go to jail but it appeared that it was her fate. Then her ears perked up and her pulse quickened when she heard what they were talking about.
“I am still blown away how you made her crack like that. What did you do to her toes again?” Rosa asked as they started to talk about what happened to Ingrid. It was a delightful time as she enjoyed the dinner made and how they all sat together. These women were very good people, and she was glad she met them. Even Kylie, who was a maid for Phoebe Wellington, was very brave, cordial and very articulate. Becky was very funny, and Darby was too. They talked about a lot of things, and eventually the conversation turned towards what they accomplished. She was curious about the different techniques that were used and figured she could learn them all.
“Well, it was something I learned from someone that we know. It is without a doubt the most devastating tickling method I have ever learned. So far, every time I see it applied, the person that received it absolutely lost their minds. If their toes are ticklish, it is the end of them for sure.” Darby boasted. It felt good knowing that something she learned from the queen of foot tickling was very effective and also very interesting. She was enjoying this evening with these ladies. She loved forming friendships and being around Rosa made her like her more. She already had a strong connection with Becky and loved being around Kylie. Now it was Rosa’s turn to get close to and create such a strong relationship with her.
“I mean, you just place your fingers between the toes and just move them around?” Rosa asked. She wanted to learn more about it and hoped Darby could teach her.
“Yeah, there is a way to move the fingers and then squeeze them together. It seems to bring out the worst ticklish sensations. It is the perfect way of finishing up a foot tickling moment. It seems like after all the initial tickling, that move will finish off even the toughest women. Even the great Thalia Laskaris felt the power of it. hehehe” Darby bragged. She felt really good about the method and took a lot of pride in it.
“Hey, can you show me? I want to see how it works. I want to try it.” Rosa asked. She started to feel excited because now she could use a method to break her target. La Diabla.
“You want me to show you? I guess that would be fun. But who would I demonstrate it on?” Darby asked. She felt proud to show her skills and teach someone else. She needed a foot to test and she looked at her friends.
“Why not Ingrid? Hehehe” Kylie suggested. She enjoyed watching Ingrid suffer and would love for her to suffer again. Deep down she knew Ingrid knew something about what happened to Phoebe and if she went through another round of torture, she could possibly admit it.
Ingrid heard those words, and she froze in fright. They were talking about demonstrating that toe technique and she was suggested as a test project. She had already endured that powerful sensation and if she went through it again, she didn’t know if she would ever be the same again. “No!! Please!!! Not again!!’ she cried out.
Darby heard the suggestion and heard Ingrid’s reaction. She would make a perfect test subject, but she also thought that the woman had gone through enough. If she did it again, then it really would be torture because she wasn’t doing it for any true reason. It was pure torment. “Naw, we can’t use Ingrid. We tortured her enough. It should be one of you. How about you, Rosa? You wanted to see it, but I think you should experience to understand how powerful it is.” she suggested.
Rosa felt her body shiver when she heard that she should be the test subject. She agreed with Darby that Ingrid shouldn’t be the test subject. That woman was tortured already and tickling her right now would be cruel. She looked over at Becky and Kylie and hoped that one of them would volunteer. “Um, I am just a learner. I think either Kylie or Becky should experience it.” she grinned.
“No way! You are not torturing my feet. Hehehe” Kylie laughed. She did not want her feet to feel that kind of intensity. She shook her head and looked over at Becky.
“I don’t think using me would be a good idea. I’m too ticklish for that. Besides, I experience it before with Gertrude and it still haunts me.” Becky responded and felt really nervous. She remembered when Gertrude applied that method to her toes and she immediately submitted. Having her feet tormented right now would drive her wild and she did not want to embarrass herself.
“Come on, Rosa. You asked to see it, so it should be you. Come on, put your foot in muh lap and I can demonstrate on you, then you can practice as well.” Darby said, then patted her lap for Rosa to put her foot on her lap. She felt a little excited because she was in the mood to tickle a foot again and Rosa seemed like she would be really ticklish. It would also be a good way to get some revenge for La Diabla since Rosa was looking for her.
Rosa felt nervous because it would make sense for her to feel that technique. She was the one to suggest it and it would be fair. Then she thought about who she wanted to practice on. After hearing Ingrid talk about Darby’s feet and how perfect they were, it would be fitting to touch those heroic feet and have her laughing her head off in her own home. She took a deep breath, then hunched over to begin to remove her boot. “Ok….I will try it. I guess it is fair.” she said as she tugged her boot off, revealing her brown socked foot.
Darby smiled when she saw the boot coming off Rosa’s right foot. She was going to get her hands on a helpless foot once again and have some tickling fun. She started to enjoy tickling feet. She was always tormented, so it felt good to participate as well. Her favorite pair of feet she ever tickled was her lover. Tickling La Diabla’s feet was like touching the Holy Grail. The outlaw was rarely tickled on her feet and knowing that she was one of the few who ever touched those feet, it made her feel proud. Now, she was going to have fun with Rosa. She saw the brown socked foot and she saw it being placed on her lap. She could see the sole of the sock and could tell this foot was nice. “I can take off your sock. Hehe” she smiled.
“Yeah, you can. I hope I am not making a mistake of letting you touch my toes. But I really want to see this technique and learn it. It might come in handy one day. Hehehe” Rosa giggled. She leaned back in her chair and prepared for her size 8 foot to get exposed and to be tickled. She felt Darby’s fingers starting to peel down her sock and she felt a rush of excitement and nervousness. The sock came off her ankle, then it slowly came off her heel. She looked at Darby’s face and could tell how amused she looked. Then the sock started to come off her arch and the moment of truth was coming. She knew how ticklish her feet were and having them tickled was going to be a lot.
Darby saw the light pink skin appearing when the sock came off the heel. As she continued to peel the sock off, the arch was exposed. The arch was low, and the foot appeared to be widening. The sock came off the ball of the foot and she slipped it off the toes. Now she could see the bare foot and was impressed. The ball of the foot was meaty, and the toes were medium length. The toes were thick with them descending in length. The big toe was chunky, and she saw the rest of the toes wiggling. That made her giggle, and it was time for some fun. “You have a very nice-looking foot, Rosa. Hehehe I bet you are very ticklish, am I right?” she teased.
“Hehehe yes, I am. I will admit it. You will be able to confirm that for sure in just a moment. Please be gentle. Hehe” Rosa giggled. She looked at her naked foot and wiggled her toes. She never thought she would show her foot to others when she came on this mission, but she was having a great time. Admitting she was ticklish to friends seemed ok. Everyone was having fun, and she did ask to see this method. Her nerves started to flare up and she braced herself for what was coming. “Ok, let’s get this over with.” she said, then held her breath and gripped the sides of her chair with her hands.
“Ok, so you carefully place your fingers in between the toes, like so….” Darby said, then placed the fingers of her left hand through the crevices of the toes and held them there. She could already feel the foot trembling and knew this foot was going to be really ticklish. She looked up at Rosa’s face and saw her trying to hold in her giggles. That made her giggle, and she looked over at both Kylie and Becky and they were very amused. “…then when they are in place like this, you want to close your fingers a bit, then just start squeezing. Like this….” she said, then started squeezing her fingers together.
“WHAT THE HELL???? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH MY GOODNESS!!! THAT TICKLES!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Rosa exploded in laughter. It was already nerve wracking when the fingers got in between her toes, and now that she felt those squeezes on her toes, she lost it. She couldn’t hold back her laughter at all, and she went nuts. She started to pull her foot away, then noticed Darby grabbing her ankle and holding her foot still. That really made her laugh because Darby was going to tickle her for a little bit. “HAHAHAHAAHAHAH LET GO!!! HAHAHAHA MERCY!!! I GIVE UP!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she wailed in laughter.
Darby loved the feeling of power she had over Rosa’s foot right now. She loved that reaction and gave a few more squeezes. She wanted to press further into this woman’s toes to send a message, and she thought about La Diabla. This was for her because there had to be some kind of misunderstanding. She saw that tortured look on Rosa’s face and it amused her. She then decided to stop because it was a simple demonstration, not a torture session. She pulled her fingers free of those thick toes and let go of the ankle. The foot immediately came off her lap and she smiled. “How did that feel?” she asked.
Rosa felt incredible relief once those fingers left her toes. The sensations she felt were very intense and she was very happy it was over. She removed her foot from Darby’s lap and immediately wanted to get her sock and boot back on. “Wow, that was so intense! Once you started, I just couldn’t stand it. That was very intense! I am glad it is over. Hehe” she giggled.
“Yes, it is pretty devastating. That was just the start. Your foot wasn’t already tickled before, so you can imagine how bad it would be if you were already tickled. Now you can see why Ingrid gave up that combination. Hehehe” Darby joked, then looked over at Ingrid.
Ingrid felt a chill in her body when she heard Rosa exploding in laughter. It was nice to see her suffering a little and she did enjoy looking at her naked foot. But the memory of having that toe technique done to her still lived within her. It was truly agonizing and seeing someone else suffer, it made her understand that giving up the combination was something she was forced to do.
“Oh yes, I NEED to learn this technique for sure. Now, it is MY turn. Hehehe I want to practice it now.” Rosa said with excitement. After putting her sock and boot back on, she was ready to test out this new skill. She looked at Darby and figured revenge would be perfect. “So, Darby, take off your boot and sock and let me practice on you. It is only fair, right?” she requested.
Darby immediately got nervous when Rosa asked her to practice on her. She knew just how devastating that move was and her feet were already feeling very sensitive from being in boots all day long. She did not want to have to endure that kind of torture in her own home. She smiled a little and looked at Rosa. “Naw, it can’t be me. I have to observe you and make sure your fingers are in the right place. If it is muh foot, then I won’t be able to see if it was done right.” she said with a huge smile.
“It SHOULD be you! Hehehe I am sure I can figure it out. Come on, let’s see your foot.” Rosa requested, then motioned her hand for Darby to put her foot on her lap. She could tell Darby had big feet and after hearing Ingrid talk about them, she was really anxious to get her hands on them.
“I really shouldn’t. I am the teacher right now and the teacher can’t be tickled” Darby said, trying every excuse she could think of to avoid having her foot tickled. She then looked over at Becky and grinned. Since Becky was her apprentice, she figured she should be the one to endure this move. “I think it should be muh apprentice. Becky, can you give Rosa your foot please?” she asked.
Becky’s jaw dropped when she heard Darby volunteering her. She witnessed how Rosa just reacted and how Ingrid suffered. If it happened to her, it would be embarrassing because she would definitely lose control. When Gertrude did it to her, it really made her submit rather quickly. She knew she was an apprentice but prayed that Darby would choose Kylie instead. “Why me? I think it should be Kylie. Muh feet are too ticklish right now and I would go crazy.” she suggested.
Kylie looked over at Becky with a shocked face. She just got volunteered to have her foot tickled and that was not going to happen. It made her want to tie Becky down right now, strip her naked and have her ticklish and sexual ways with her. “Oh no! YOU are the apprentice here. Deputy Becky, your commanding officer gave you an order. Hehehe Give her your foot.” she told her with a sly smile.
Becky started to feel shy because it was going to be her foot that was about to suffer. Kylie had a point. Darby was her commanding officer and even though they were off duty, she had a feeling it was going to come down to her. She looked at her mentor who had a huge smile on her face. “Do I have to do this?” she asked shyly.
Darby could tell Becky was shy about showing her foot and being tickled. She wished it didn’t have to happen to her, but it was either her or Becky. She definitely did not want to be roaring in laughter, so unfortunately Becky had to take her place. “Yes, muh apprentice. I do appreciate you for taking part in this demonstration. Now, place your foot in her lap and we can get started.“ she said.
Becky took a deep breath and looked over at a very happy-looking Rosa. She leaned forward and started to slide her left boot off her foot, exposing her white sock. She felt herself trembling because she knew how sensitive her feet were. She looked down at her sock and knew her foot was in ticklish danger. She didn’t want Rosa to take off her sock because that would make her feel helpless. She took another deep breath and then started to peel her sock off. “Ok, here goes nothin’….” she said with great apprehension.
Rosa looked at Becky taking off her boot and now she was taking off her sock. She felt her heart beating faster and was really excited to get this opportunity. She wished it was Darby’s foot, but Becky would do just fine. She saw the sock come off and now she could see that naked foot. She saw the top of the foot and could tell it was a large foot. She could see the natural trimmed nails and the toes had some good length to them. Then she watched with great anticipation as the foot lifted off the floor and was now placed in her lap. Her eyes saw the bottom of the left foot and she thought it looked impressive. Before this day she never really thought about how feet looked, but after seeing Ingrid’s and now Becky’s, she was discovering an appreciation for the beauty of a woman’s foot. The skin on Becky’s feet was a light pink and the skin looked soft. She felt herself trembling and now it was time to have some fun. “Ok, what do I do now?” she asked.
Darby moved her chair next to Rosa’s, and she could see Becky’s left sole. She always did like how Becky’s feet looked. She remembered the first time she ever saw them. She was testing Becky out during an obstacle course, and she took off her boots and socks when her apprentice was stuck in a barrel. She tickled those helpless feet, and it was a fun bonding moment. Now, she was going to listen to poor Becky laugh her head off because she knew just how ticklish she was. “Ok, go ahead and put her fingers between her toes. Yes, that’s it. Just like that. Good!” she said as she watched Rosa place the fingers of her right hand between Becky’s long toes.
“Oooh, she has soft toes! Hehehe You have a pretty foot, Becky!” Rosa complimented. She looked over at Becky and could tell just how nervous she was. She experienced that same feeling moments ago and wondered just how badly Becky would scream. She looked over at Kylie who had the largest smile on her face. She thought it was funny, and she had to giggle herself. “You seem excited, Kylie. You look like you want to see her suffer. Hehehe” she joked.
“Hehehehe this is going to be funny to see! She does have a cute foot. I hope you do a great job on her.” Kylie grinned. She stared at those fingers between the toes and wished it was her hand. She absolutely loved tickling Becky’s feet and her desire to do it again grew. She still thought about that night in the Wellington mansion recently where she seduced and sexually dominated poor Becky. She tickled her all over and made her have a huge orgasm. She licked her lips and couldn’t wait to hear Becky roar.
Ingrid watched this entire moment with great anticipation. She was grateful that they were not going to torture her again. She did like the idea of Becky being tickled again. She really enjoyed tickling Becky and would love to do it again. She also knew that she had to remain quiet because if she said anything, they might come back and torture her again.
“Ok, now that you got your fingers there. Now, slowly press them together and then…..squeeze.” Darby instructed. She hoped Rosa would get it right the first time because she didn’t want to torture Becky too long.
“Ok…like……this?” Rosa said, then started to squeeze her fingers. She looked at Becky and saw this wild look in her eyes and she knew what was about to happen.
“OH MUH GAWD!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOO!!! THAT TICKLES!!!!” Becky screamed as she felt those fingers squeezing her toes. The sheer intensity of it drove her wild and she started to shake wildly in her chair. She felt those squeezes pulsating on her toes and she lost it. There was just no way to prepare for something like this, and she just screamed.
“Ooooh!!!! This is fun!” Rosa said as she squeezed her fingers over and over again. She heard that reaction and loved it. She felt like she had just discovered a new toy and wanted to keep playing with it. She looked at her fingers and those toes and loved how it made Becky lose her mind.
“MERCY!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH GAWD MERCY!!!!!” Becky laughed. She started to pull her foot away, but those fingers were still interlocked with her toes. She started to beg because the sensations were so overwhelming.
“Ok, you can stop torturing poor Becky now. Hehehe” Darby giggled. She saw Rosa performing the technique properly and she felt proud that she had taught someone a new thing.
Rosa pulled her fingers out from Becky’s toes, and she felt a rush flowing through her body. She saw Becky now holding her bare foot and she knew she had just learned a devastating new tickle method. She looked over at Darby and smiled. “That was amazing! Wow, that really is a powerful weapon. Hehehe I look forward to using it again!” she said with a thrill in her voice.
“hehehe yes, it is a very powerful thing. I am glad you enjoyed yourself. Now remember, use it for good. Not torturing deputies. Hehehe” Darby joked. She heard laughter amongst her friends, and it felt good to have some fun. She looked at poor Becky who was still trying to recover and was massaging her toes. “hehe are you ok, muh apprentice? I do thank you for being such a trooper.” she told her.
Becky rubbed her toes, doing anything she could to take away those ticklish feelings. She heard Darby thanking her and she did feel appreciated. She was also very relieved it was over, and she then started to put her sock back on. “I am glad I was able to help ya. That was really ticklish. I was goin’ crazy. Hehehe” she giggled.
“Thank you, Becky. I really do appreciate you for letting me tickle your toes like that. I am really excited to learn this method and you helped me. I hope you are not mad at me for tickling you like that. I can rub your feet if you like to make you feel better.” Rosa offered. She did love Becky for volunteering, and she wanted to make sure she was comfortable. She would sometimes give Lorena Navarro foot massages, so she figured she would help soothe Becky.
Becky started to blush a little when she heard those words of appreciation from Rosa. She was happy that she helped her, even though that tickled her a lot. She heard the offer of a foot massage and even though it sounded nice, she still did not to have her feet exposed again. She felt a little embarrassed by her outburst of laughter and did not want to potentially get tickled on her feet again. “Thank ya for yer words. I am glad I was able to help ya. I think I am ok with the massage. Maybe next time. Hehe” she responded.
“Ok ladies, that was a fun demonstration. I don’t know about you, but I am getting tired. It has been a really long day. Let me help prepare you all for your sleeping arrangements. Becky, you can stay with me in muh bed. Rosa and Kylie, I will get you some bedding. I guess we can put Ingrid on the floor or something. I will try to make her comfortable as possible but also keep her tied up. In the morning, she goes to jail.” Darby told the group. She stood up from her chair and stretched. She saw the others standing up and they were all stretching. She then went over to Ingrid along with Becky and lifted Ingrid off the couch and carried her over to a space on the floor. She watched as Rosa put down a blanket, so Ingrid could sleep on something soft. Once she laid her down, she also tied her bound ankles to a chair. She did not want Ingrid to somehow worm her way out of her home. If she tried, the chair would make noise and everyone would be alerted.
Becky helped everyone get their bedding ready and she opened up a cot and put a blanket down on the cot. Once everything was set up, she watched as Kylie took the couch and Rosa took the cot. They all said goodnights to each other, and she followed Darby into her bedroom. She thought it was such an honor to be sleeping in her mentor’s bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed and sighed. It was an eventful day, and she was elated that everything turned out wonderful. “Darby today was a really good day. Thank ya for capturing the thief. It means a lot and for making her talk. I think all the women in Plotsville will love ya even more. Ya really are a hero to us all. I am really glad I am yer apprentice, and I want to keep learnin’ from ya.’ she told her, then slipped off her boots.
Darby felt a sense of pride hearing Becky compliment her. She knew what it meant for her to have Ingrid captured. She really hoped this could be a turning point for Becky and lead her to becoming a deputy. She placed her left hand on Becky’s right knee and smiled. “You are doing great, Becky. You are the one who captured Ingrid. You are the one who helped make her confess and tomorrow, we will finally be able to get some justice to the women who were tormented by her. That includes you. Ingrid put you through a lot and I hope her being in jail will bring you some much-needed joy. You are truly talented, and I am grateful that you are muh apprentice.” she told her.
Becky felt her emotions rising as she heard Darby’s kind words. It meant everything to her that Darby had faith in her. She always looked up to her and just being here with her meant the world. She reached over and hugged her tightly. She really loved her and wanted to thank her for everything she has ever done for her. “Thank ya. Ya are really the best. Plotsville and muhself will always be grateful to ya. I promise ya, I will be the best partner ya have ever seen.” she told her.
“I know you will. I will always be proud of you. Tomorrow is a big day for us. So, let’s get some sleep.” Darby said with a proud smile on her face. She knew the next day was going to be a big one and she really hoped that Becky could finally get the recognition she deserved and become a deputy. She removed her boots and started to get undressed. Once she got into her pajamas, she got under the blankets and looked at Becky getting comfortable. She smiled at her, turned off the lantern and went to sleep.
EARLY MORNING – TRAFFICKING FACILTY
Sylvia walked through the facility, and she felt a little excited. Everything was going according to plan and today was another important day. It was time to scout for railroad cars and their surroundings. She needed to find a train that could safely board with others undetected and head back to Mexico. Once the first auction was done, she planned to kidnap Darby and head off to Mexico. Her mission would be finished by setting up the sex slave operation and then she could focus on Thalia and Christos Andino’s revenge against the red headed deputy. She planned to take La Diabla with her this morning because the outlaw did have some great talents. She would leave Pilar and Maria back here to guard the slaves since the burlesque dancers left for the night. They still had a business to run. She walked through the facility and then saw La Diabla sitting in a chair and looking impatient. She knew she didn’t want to be here, but she still had to be useful. She approached her and smiled. “Good morning, La Diabla. I hope you slept well.” she smiled.
La Diabla heard Sylvia’s voice, and she grimaced. She hated being at this place and wished she could go back to Mexico, find her mother, kill Priscilla and then go back to being on vacation. She witnessed the torture of another innocent woman, and she felt terrible for her. She tortured women herself but it was a one-time thing. She never wanted to make someone sex slave ever again after nearly being one herself twice. She always thought about her experiences in Santa Selena and Ciudad Del Reina. The idea of being some sex toy to some brute of a man was a lot to digest. It also made her change her mind about a woman she had as a sex slave for a year, Francine. She had kidnapped that woman after the battle against Madam Olivia and made her a sex slave to just her, not to the other men in El Guapo’s gang. She tormented Francine daily. After the battle against Thalia, she found Francine again and let her go. She did not want to torment that woman anymore. She still felt bad about it in hindsight. The screams of the latest victim bothered her, and she really wanted to leave this place. She knew she couldn’t because word would get back to Priscilla and her mother would be harmed. She looked at Sylvia and saw that smile. La Diabla did not want to be friends with her and wished she could just choke her out. She knew she had to be cordial to her as well as two of Priscilla’s minions, Pilar and Maria. “I slept ok. This place is not exactly comfortable.” she replied.
“I know. I would rather sleep in a hotel bed at least. But it will do. Are you ready for today? We got some work to do.” Sylvia told the outlaw.
“I suppose so. You want to look at trains and their destinations, right?” La Diabla responded. She knew that finding a train to depart back to Mexico was crucial. Even though she wanted no part of this entire thing, she knew she also had to be careful still. If she was discovered in these parts, she would surely go to jail and that would be the end of her life forever. So, finding an escape route without no one discovering them was very important. She wondered what Sylvia’s mission was and hoped it wasn’t too bad.
“Right. It will be just me and you. Pilar and Maria will stay back. The burlesque dancers will be here later. They will probably bring another victim. It makes our lives easier. We don’t have to kidnap anyone and risk being discovered. Although I do have someone I want to kidnap. Hehehe It will be a lot of fun for me.” Sylvia said with a smile.
“Who do you have to kidnap?” La Diabla asked. She remembered that Sylvia had a target but didn’t know who it was. She wondered if she had to help her in that kidnapping as well.
“You’ll see. In due time, you will see. Now, ready to go?” Sylvia asked. She felt some excitement in her body because she knew once La Diabla found out that Darby was the target, it would surely hurt her. That would be a sweet moment because Christos and Thalia wanted some revenge on her as well.
“Yeah, let’s go. I need to get away from this place anyway. Their crying is bothering me.” La Diabla said, then got up from her chair. She could hear the soft cries of the women who were trapped in this place. It was a sad thing for her because their lives were ruined, and she had to participate in it. She followed Sylvia out of the building and prepared herself mentally to conduct this mission. She hated every moment of it, but she knew she had to do the job well in order to save her mother.
EARLY MORNING – BURLESQUE BUILDING
Rita followed Marge into the Burlesque showroom and felt nervous. After returning to their hotel rooms after leaving the trafficking location, she could barely sleep. Marge was very quiet on the way back to Plotsville. She wondered what she was thinking and prayed that she woke up in a good mood this morning. She couldn’t sleep because all she thought about was Becky. Marge wanted to kidnap the young woman and make her a sex slave. She did not think Becky deserved that fate and it would be because she was friends with her. She wished Marge never found out and she was relieved she didn’t know that she and Becky had a sexual encounter. That would have sealed Becky’s fate for sure. She wondered if she should beg Marge not to do anything to her friend. She wondered if she could stand up to her and prevent her from doing such a terrible thing. Rita knew her feelings for Becky were real and she had to do something to get her to let Becky live her life. She walked into the backroom with Marge, and she felt her hands trembling. This was the moment of truth, and she felt her mouth go dry.
Marge walked into the backroom of the Burlesque show building and felt good. She went to sleep with a clear conscience and looked forward to this new day. After witnessing some random woman get tickle tortured into sex slavery the previous night, she looked forward to sending another. She wanted to capture as many sex slaves as possible, so the auction could happen, and she could make a lot of money. They had four women captured already, and Priscilla Montenegro requested ten women to have the first auction. She hoped to meet Priscilla because she sounded like a woman that was very ruthless and was dominant. Now, it was time to settle a matter with her favorite dancer. It was still an emotional toll on her to punish Rita, but it had to be done. Everything had to be perfect to make that large sum of money. If it meant punishing her girls, then she would do it. She sauntered her way to the bed and sat down. She could tell Rita was very worried and now it was time to finish what she started. “Have a seat. It is time to talk.” she instructed.
“Marge, I---” Rita tried to say before she saw Marge’s hand go into the air, preventing her from continuing.
“Don’t say anything. Just sit down next to me and we can get started.” Marge said with a calm voice. She watched as Rita took a seat on her right, and they were both sitting on the edge of the bed. She knew Rita was an emotional wreck. She wrapped her right arm around the shoulders and hugged her dancer tight. “You know why we need to have a discussion, right?” she asked.
Rita felt Marge’s embrace and she felt extremely nervous. The atmosphere was tense, and she could barely keep her composure. She couldn’t even look at her boss because she was very intimidated by her at this moment. She heard the question posed to her and she nodded her head affirmatively. “Yes, I know why. I just—” she tried to say before being interrupted again.
“Don’t say anything. I want you to listen.” Marge commanded. She felt her power growing and had to discipline her dancer. The more she laid in bed thinking about the overall business, the more controlling she felt. She had to keep a tight grip on things, or they could all go to jail. She wished Rita could be more like Ingrid, who was very good at her crimes and wouldn’t dare do anything that would jeopardize their entire criminal operation. “You were punished yesterday, and I noticed you haven’t been right since. I was hoping you would come back to your regular self. Rita, you have been involved in what we do for a very long time. I just don’t understand why you are all of the sudden compassionate towards these women. I didn’t like the way you acted when we had Donna, and I noticed last night you were not having fun. What is going on with you?” she asked.
“I don’t know. I…..I guess it is because we are doing something very terrible to these women. Like I said before, when we robbed them, it was fun. They didn’t remember anything, and they could go on with the rest of their lives. But now, these women are going to live a terrible life going forward. Don’t you feel bad for them? You are a woman of love, Marge. I see how you care for all of us, so why do you have to do something as terrible as sex slavery?” Rita asked. She felt herself getting emotional. She really didn’t want to be part of the sex trafficking operation and hoped somehow Marge could separate from that business.
“It is not that simple, Rita. You know why we are in it to begin with. Ingrid was captured by Sylvia. That could have destroyed us all. But Sylvia invited us to help her run that ring, and it also gives us a lot of money. More than we had ever seen! Is it cruel to send these women to their doom? Of course. But it is either they go to sex slavery, or we go to prison. I don’t know about you, but I like walking freely.” Marge responded.
“I guess that is true, but it is still heartbreaking. I know Sylvia has us under her control, but I can’t help it. I hope we can somehow get away from it all.” Rita said, then hung her head down. She felt shame for being a part of the sex trafficking ring and was letting her feelings out.
“Yes, we have to do what she says whether we like it or not. Which brings me to my next subject. We are in this mess because Ingrid was caught. It forced our hand. Just like what YOU did is forcing my hand again. You know Rita, I am very protective of my business. I have a very successful Burlesque show, and we make a lot of money. We have a very successful crime operation with us robbing people in this very same room and Ingrid doing her thieving magic. We cannot afford to make mistakes. I like freedom. We were very fortunate Ingrid was caught by someone who is a criminal, so we were saved. But YOUR mistake is a lot more difficult. Out of all the people to be friends with you became friends with someone from law enforcement? That has to be the stupidest mistake ever!” Marge said. Now she felt her anger growing again as she thought about the risk Rita put them all in. She had punished her dancer physically, now she wanted to punish her emotionally and mentally again. She removed her arm from the shoulders and prepared to tear into her.
“Marge, I said I am sorry. You punished me enough yesterday. Please, I am sorry.” Rita said in a low voice. She was starting to feel her sadness increasing and prayed for the best. The way Marge sounded, it appeared that more bad things were about to happen.
“You haven’t been punished enough! Rita, you could get us thrown in prison! Did you really have to have feelings for Becky Lockhart?” Marge told her with anger in her voice. Now she felt her rage returning and it was time for more punishment.
“What? I-I don’t have feelings for her.” Rita denied. She didn’t want Marge to know how she felt because it would only endanger Becky more.
“I am not stupid, Rita. You know that better than anyone. I know you have feelings for her. I can tell by your emotional reactions. You are smitten with that moron. Which is why I am so angry. We CANNOT HAVE THIS!!! So, I made my decision. We are going to kidnap Becky Lockhart, and we are going to make her a sex slave. It is the only way to ensure that you won’t have loose lips after she finishes eating your pussy.” Marge told her. She was very angry again and wanted Rita to feel it. She knew having Becky as a sex slave would end the immediate threat of being discovered.
Rita looked at Marge with a shocked look. She just heard that Becky was going to be kidnapped, then tortured into being a sex slave. Her jaw dropped and she just could not believe it. “What? Marge, you can’t!!! She didn’t do anything!” she yelled back.
“Did any of them? Except for Donna, the rest of them are what you call innocent. So, there is no difference. That is my decision. Becky Lockhart will be a sex slave.” Marge told her. She loved the look on Rita’s face and knew she had to be in anguish. She really did not want to punish Rita like this, but it was the best move she could do at this time.
Rita felt her heart dropping knowing that Becky was a target now. She thought about how her friend would be tied down, stripped naked and tickle tortured until she broke. Then she would be shaved and forced to orgasm in front of everyone. She thought about how humiliated Becky would be, and how much she would suffer. She could see that look of dominance in Marge’s eyes and she was horrified. “Marge! Please! You can’t do this to her! I am willing to capture anyone else, but not her!!!” she pleaded.
“Like I told you, you have feelings for her. Listen to yourself. You want to save her. That is EXACTLY WHY I want to kidnap her and break her. She is affecting my best dancer, and I need you to get back on track. You could send us all to jail and I am not going to let that happen. In fact, if you want to get back in my good graces, then you will be the one to lure her back here and we can take care of the rest.” Marge told her. She knew that she had to use Rita to lure unsuspecting Becky to this backroom, then they could overpower the apprentice and then transport her to the trafficking location. She wondered how ticklish Becky was and how sensual her body was. The more she thought about it, the more turned on she got.
Rita stood up and looked at her boss. She was appalled that she had to be the one to lure Becky to her doom. She felt her emotions boiling because she had a decision to make. She could either save Becky from sex slavery doom, or she could hurt her fellow dancers and end the entire operation. It was a hard decision because the dancers were like her family. They were all close and protected one another. Now, she felt that all could end just because of her feelings for the young woman. She didn’t know what to do. She didn’t want to go to prison either, but she just could not let Becky suffer like that. She then got down on her knees and clasped her hands together. She felt the need to beg Marge to change her mind. This was something she just could not do. “Marge, look at me. I am on my hands and knees, BEGGING you to not do this. Please, I will do anything. I don’t want to hurt Becky. She doesn’t deserve that fate. She is kind and has such a big heart. Let’s pick someone else. I will kidnap them myself and torture them. Please, just not Becky. Please.” she begged.
“Just like I said, you have feelings for that moron. That is why she needs to be the next target. We have to eliminate her. We can’t afford you having loose lips. So, you WILL lure her here, and you WILL help me capture her. Only then will you be forgiven.” Marge said, then stood up. She felt her anger rising and could see the anguish on Rita’s face. Knowing that Rita had feelings for Becky made her determined to take care of the apprentice. It was the only way. She moved towards Rita and was going to make sure she followed through with her orders. It appeared that she might need more punishment and persuading. “Come here! It looks like you need another lesson….” she threatened.
Rita felt her heart breaking when she heard the order to kidnap Becky. It was too much for her to handle because even though she loved her fellow dancers, kidnapping Becky would be too much. She saw Marge approaching her and she had that gleam in her eyes. That meant that she intended to punish her again. She did not want to go through any more humiliating tickle torture, so she raised her hands and prepared to defend herself. “Marge! No! You are not going to punish me! You are not going to kidnap Becky! It is wrong!” she yelled.
Marge had a wry smile on her face when she saw Rita’s hands in the air. She wanted to grab her and toss her to the bed, so she could spank her, and then tickle her all over again. This time, she was going to really punish Rita. She was going to tear out a few orgasms and tickle her without any mercy. She reached her hands forward to grab her dancer and then throw her onto the bed. “COME HERE NOW!” she growled.
Rita saw Marge’s hands coming towards her and her emotions got the best of her. She was not going to be punished again, and she had to get out of this room. She lunged her body forward and her hands landed on Marge’s chest, and she shoved the taller woman backwards. It was an unexpected move and caught Marge off balance. She saw the taller woman falling down and she screamed at her. “NO!!!!! YOU WILL NOT TOUCH ME!!!!” she yelled.
Marge did not expect Rita to push her, and she lost her balance. She fell backwards and she felt her ass hit the floor first and then her back and then the back of her head hit the hardwood floor with a loud thud. The pain seared through her body, and she felt lightheaded. She saw an angry Rita standing there, and then she closed her eyes as she was stunned.
Rita saw Marge fall and hit her head on the floor. Then she saw her closing her eyes and she just realized her boss just got knocked silly. She didn’t appear completely out as she saw the body moving a little. That absolutely shocked her that she managed to push back against Marge. Now she was on the ground and barely moving. Her emotions got the best of her, and she wanted to leave. She wanted to leave this building and just get away from it all. Her emotions were in a tailspin and then she remembered Becky. She thought about that sweet face and her innocent persona. Even if she left, Becky would still be in danger. She had to prevent that from happening. She felt the urge to convince Marge that kidnapping Becky was wrong and she had to stop her. Then an idea came to her mind. The only way to convince Marge to not go after her was the same way Marge wanted to convince her to get Becky. Rita’s heart was beating out of her chest because no one had ever done what she was thinking to Marge. She was such a dominant woman that no one even dared to tie her down and play with her body. Even when they were having a sexual moment with her, Marge was always on top and dominated everything. She couldn’t believe she was thinking this way, but this was no ordinary situation. She had to stop Marge from going after Becky and perhaps that was the only way how. “I got to make her not go after her!” she thought to herself.
“My head….” Marge moaned and felt herself drifting in and out of consciousness. She moaned in pain a little and felt the urge to just sleep. She had hit her head pretty hard and now she felt her body go motionless. Just before she closed her eyes, she saw Rita looking down at her and then blackness.
Rita saw Marge go limp and she was still stunned. She also knew she had to act fast. She grabbed Marge’s hands, and using all of her strength, managed to get her boss in an upright sitting position. She then used her strength to get Marge up and dragged her a little towards the bed. Marge was much heavier than everyone else. She then lifted her up from behind and grunted as she managed to get her body onto the bed. She felt tired already and her arms were tingling from using so much energy. She then went over and lifted the ankles from the floor and then moved them over to the bed. Once Marge was on the bed, she pushed her towards the middle of it. She took a moment to catch her breath because lifting a person’s dead weight was a lot harder than it looked. Marge was a big woman, and she was heavy when she was out of it. She thought about what she was about to do, and her eyes got watery. She had to save Becky, so she was going to persuade her boss in the most humiliating way to not go after her. She surmised that this way was better than any painful way. She had tickled many victims herself, so tickling Marge shouldn’t be too hard. It would be weird because even though the dancers knew Marge was ticklish, she was never really tickled. It usually happened by accident. She then knew she had to act fast. If Marge woke up, she would surely be in a rage and probably try to physically harm her. She went over to the nearby drawers and pulled out the ropes. These ropes were the same ones they used when tying up a victim to rob them after they drank the potion. She even thought about making Marge drink the potion so she could have brain fog. The only problem with that would be she would forget she was not to go after Becky. She wanted her to remember. “I got to get her tied up. Come on, Rita, you can’t waste time. This has to be done.” she told herself.
Rita looked at the beautiful blue dress Marge was wearing and knew she had to get it off. She started to unbutton the front of the dress. She felt her hands trembling as she got button after button undone. She managed to finish and now it was about slipping this dress off. It took a lot of effort, but she managed to get the dress off the body and now Marge was lying on the bed in her bra, underwear, stockings and her long, black leather boots. She put the dress onto the floor next to the bed and then started to tug on the left boot. As she pulled on the boot, she looked at Marge’s unconscious face. It looked so beautiful, and she felt her heart shattering because it all came down to this. She knew after this there was no turning back and wondered how their relationship would move forward. She pulled the boot off and Marge’s size 11 foot was now vulnerable. The dark black stocking concealed the foot, and she went over to the right boot and started to pull on it. As it came off, she kept thinking what her next move was going to be. Rita wondered if she had to leave the Burlesque show and move somewhere else. Her entire life was about to change, and it was being done to save a woman she was very fond of. The boot slipped off and now she had Marge completely vulnerable. She grabbed the ropes and went to work. She tied one of the ropes around the wrists and then lifted the wrists over the head and tied them to the headboard. She could see Marge’s armpits, and she was really vulnerable right now. She then tied each ankle to the side of the bed frame and forced her legs to be spread wide open. This was the typical way they tied their victims, and Marge was now one of them. She sat down on the bed between the legs and looked at her sleeping friend. She felt her eyes watering because she was about to inflict torture on her, but she had to save Becky and potentially many others from a cruel fate. She then gently touched Marge’s cheek to wake her up. “Marge…..wake up.” she whispered.
Marge felt something touching her and she started to come to. Her head was still aching, but she was waking up. Her cheek was being touched tenderly, and she heard a soft voice telling her to wake up. Her eyes fluttered open and she saw Rita’s face through her hazy eyes. It was such a beautiful face, and she smiled. She started to wake up more and then she tried to move her body. That’s when she was shocked because she could not move her arms or her legs. “What the hell?” she muttered.
Rita saw Marge coming back to the land of consciousness and she felt extremely nervous. This was the moment. This was the moment her boss was going to suffer the same fate so many other victims had endured in this very bed. The same place that she endured a humiliating punishment from Marge just the day before. She didn’t know how to feel. She felt what she was doing was the right thing, but it was going to be emotionally painful doing it. “Marge, are you ok?” she asked.
Marge was now fully awake, and she tried to move around. It absolutely shocked her that she was immobile and now she looked at Rita’s face. She could tell how sad she was, and it dawned on her that she had tied her up! She looked at her legs and saw that she was tied down and spread eagled. Her arms and wrists were above her head, and she recognized this position. Her victims that were robbed were in the same position and now she was. She felt her rage returning and if she got free, she was going to destroy the very woman that was sitting between her outstretched legs. “WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!!! WHAT IS THIS???” she demanded.
“Marge, please. Just listen.” Rita said, her voice cracking with emotion. She could see Marge straining to get herself free and she was very happy that she tied her down tight. She knew how to tie ropes and with someone as strong as Marge, she had to double make sure she was trapped.
“LISTEN??? OH, YOU BITCH!!! YOU ARE GOING TO PAY FOR THIS!! I DEMAND THAT YOU FREE ME! I AM REALLY GOING TO PUNISH YOU NOW!!!” Marge screamed at the top of her lungs. She was very angry that Rita would dare do something like this to her. It was unbelievable that they were at this point in their lives. She tried to pull her limbs free but couldn’t. She had no idea what Rita intended to do to her, but if she ever got free, she was going to surely make her pay.
“Marge!!! You gave me no choice. You were going to torture me again and I wasn’t going to let that happen. Plus, you wanted me to kidnap Becky, and I just can’t do that. I hope your head is ok. You took a nasty fall.” Rita told her. She was in so much emotional turmoil because deep down, she loved Marge. She always admired her, and they were good friends. They shared secrets with each other. They consoled each other whenever something terrible happened in their lives. They had a lot of fun with each other and the other dancers. They even had a few sexual interactions. Now, they were enemies at this very moment. She had to do this to save others.
Marge heard the emotion in Rita’s voice, and she felt her own emotions starting to grow. It was surreal that they were even in this position when just two days ago, they were having a good time with each other. She saw the look of sadness and heard those words. Rita was trying to stop her from kidnapping Becky. It told her just how deep Rita’s feelings were for the deputy’s apprentice. It justified in her mind why she had to kidnap Becky and torture her. She felt her heart race and her entire body was in a rage. She had to get out of this trap and truly make Rita suffer. “Rita, listen to me. What you are doing to me is not right and you know it. You know why I have to do what I have to do to Becky. You have too many feelings for her. You are jeopardizing your family for this one woman! Use your common sense! If you were in my position and one of the dancers could wind up getting us sent to prison because her pussy was eaten, how would you react? WE HAVE NO CHOICE!!!” she yelled.
“That’s where you are wrong Marge. We DO have a choice. You don’t have to kidnap her. You don’t have to torture her and make her a sex slave. You should trust me. That’s what this really comes down to. Don’t you trust me?” Rita asked. She saw Marge squirming in her bonds, and she felt herself getting angry. The more she thought about what Marge wanted to do to Becky, the more upset she became.
Marge reflected on Rita’s words, and she admitted to herself she had a point. It would come down to trust. Her entire rationale for going after Becky was based on her thinking that Rita would tell Becky about the crimes they committed during a passionate moment between them. If she could trust Rita, then she wouldn’t have to worry. But she also knew how susceptible Rita was once she had feelings for someone. A memory came to her mind as she thought about her trust. “Rita, you say that, but do you remember that man back in New Orleans? He ate your pussy so well, you told him about us playing with people after the show. We were never supposed to tell anyone about our additional shows unless they were going to be victims themselves. You even told me it was because you liked the guy and thought it would thrill him. So, what is different now? I know you like that idiot and I bet if she were to make you cum hard, you would let it slip.” she told her.
Rita remembered the incident Marge was referring to and it was something she almost let slip. She got angrier because she didn’t betray any trust and she wasn’t going to admit crimes to people. “Marge, that was different! He had no idea what we were going to do back there. I can’t believe you brought that up. You really don’t trust me? Do you really think I would jeopardize everyone because you think I have loose lips after an orgasm?” she asked.
“Yes, I don’t trust you. Is that what you want to hear? I don’t trust you when you start to have feelings for someone. Becky is not the brightest person in the world. You could slip up and she could go tell Darby or someone. Rita, let me go right now. You let me go and I promise your punishment will not be severe. In fact, I won’t punish you at all. Let me go.” Marge asked. The longer this conversation went, the more nervous she got. She did not want to be tied up and helpless. She did not want to be vulnerable, and she struggled to get herself free.
“I can’t Marge. Unless you promise me that you will not go after her. She is not an idiot. She is a very kind, sweet young lady who just wants to do good things in life. Maybe if you got to know her you would see how beautiful she really is.” Rita said with her voice filling with emotion. She knew this was her last chance to save Becky from a possible kidnapping. She thought about how much hell the apprentice would go through if she was captured and it would break her heart. “Promise me.” she said with passion in her voice.
“No! Rita, you have to let go of her. She is too dangerous to be free. I know you. You are going to let a secret out by accident, and she will go blabbing to Darby. I am warning you. If you do not let me free right now, then when I am free, I will take YOU as a sex slave. This has gone far enough. Don’t make me torture you.” Marge threatened. Her anger hit another level and if she was going to punish Rita, she was really going to make her life miserable. Protecting her business was the most important thing to her and if Rita had to be a sex slave, then she didn’t care.
Rita’s jaw dropped when she heard that threat. Marge just threatened to make her a sex slave, and it broke her heart. Her boss was consumed with this crime and would stop at nothing to protect it. Even if it meant ending their relationship and making her suffer personally. “Y-You would make me a sex slave? You can’t possibly mean that.” she said, her lower lip starting to quiver.
“I mean it! Rita do not make me do something terrible to you. I am your boss and you BETTER free me right now. We are done with this conversation. Let me go, and we can move on. You don’t, then your life as well as hers will be over. I will do ANYTHING to protect this family. ANYTHING.” Marge barked at her. She was really feeling angry, and she kept trying to pull at the ropes to get herself free. There was some regret in her mind about threatening Rita, but she had no other choice.
Rita felt the urge to cry after hearing that she too could be a sex slave. The sex trafficking operation had consumed who she thought was a very close friend and now she was a target. She wanted to let the tears fly, but the anger started to grow. She knew she had to put an end to this and make Marge suffer. She wanted to punish her in return for not only threatening Becky, but herself as well. “You leave me no choice. I guess I have to punish you. You will have to endure this, like you did to me.” she said, then got onto the bed.
“WHAT DO YOU THIJNK YOU ARE DOING???!! RITA!!!! LET ME GO!!!!” Marge screamed as she saw Rita getting on the bed. Her body started to shake as she saw that look on Rita’s face. It looked like she was really hurt and had that look of anger. She had only seen that look once and that was when Rita had a fight with a female customer back in San Antonio. She saw Rita now positioned right above her and she had that look. Now, fear started to flow through her and wondered what was about to happen. “Rita? What are you doing?” she asked.
“Sorry Marge, I have to do this. Just like you said, I have to be willing to do ANYTHING to protect my interests. You will not make Becky suffer. You will not make me suffer. You seemed to forget. I am the only one that knows your weaknesses. The others know you are a bit sensitive, but I know where your worst spots are. I am going to punish you the same way you punished me and all those helpless women. You deserve this and it just breaks my heart.” Rita threatened. She then started to move her hands towards the vulnerable rib area and got ready to dish out her revenge. It was a very emotional moment because she was about to torment the one woman that she was the closest with. She had to try and not think about the good times with Marge. She had to focus on the torture.
Marge saw those fingers heading towards her body and she felt fear flowing through her. She knew Rita knew her very ticklish spots and she could not have that happen. She always forbade her dancers to not tickle her. There were some pokes here and there, but she told them they would pay a severe price if they tickled her. She was the one who introduced tickling to them as torture. She got tickled a lot when she was younger and knew how hellacious it could be. She had told Rita one day when they were both drunk and her foot got stuck in the back of a chair. Rita took off her shoe and grazed her foot accidentally. That produced extreme ticklish sensations in her body, and she admitted that she was. Rita didn’t torture her and got her free. Then they had a fun conversation talking about ticklish spots and she told her where she was most sensitive. When she sobered up, she realized she had given away her secrets and swore Rita to never tell anyone else. Now, her friend was going to exploit that knowledge and she was in a panic. “R-Rita!!! Hey!!! What do you think you’re doing? This has gone on far enough. Do NOT TICKLE ME!!!! RITA!!! RITA!!!!” she screamed.
Rita heard those desperate cries, and she ignored them. She had to focus on making Marge suffer. She had to let this woman know that she was not going to be a sex slave and Becky too. She then placed her fingertips on the ribs and started to lightly flutter them. She remembered Marge telling her she was very receptive to a light touch, and she figured that was how she would start. She felt the body immediately tense up and she heard the giggles already. It was so ironic that Marge was so sensitive. She dominated so many people with tickling and made them suffer a lot. Now, it was her on the receiving end and she had to suffer. It felt weird, but this was something she had to do to prevent Marge from tormenting her and Becky. “Sorry Marge, I have to do this. You did this to yourself. Now, you have to be punished.” she told her.
“Hehehehehe Rita!!! Rita!!!! Noooooooo hehehehehehehe that tickles!!!! STOP THIS AT ONCE!!!!” Marge laughed as she felt those fingers lightly tickling her. She hated a light touch because her skin was very sensitive. It was also why she liked that potion. It made everyone more sensitive, and she wanted them to feel that sensitivity and make it worse than their own natural sensitivities. She felt those fingers lightly fluttering around her ribs and it drove her crazy. With her arms tied above her head and her legs spread open far apart, she really could not move her body around enough to avoid those tickling fingers. She felt her laughter increasing and her body was feeling more ticklish as it continued. She grunted and she laughed as the fingers were now moving up and down her ribcage.
Rita heard that laughter and it did feel nice. She always liked tickling others. There was something about the way the body reacted and the laughter that came out. It was also fun to see Marge laughing right now. After all the yelling and emotion between them, hearing her laughter was soothing. She wished it was due to a fun encounter between them, but this was about survival. This was about letting all of her anguish over the sex trafficking ring come out. She thought about the innocent women that were already there, including Donna Prescott, and wanted to punish Marge for being involved. She knew she had to not think about their personal relationship. She had to focus on the cruelty that Marge was displaying to others. She watched as her fingers moved towards the lower part of the ribcage and close to the sides. She remembered being told that it was a very sensitive area and it was time to exploit it. “You deserve this. You need to be punished for your sins….” she said as she focused on tickling that sweet spot.
“RITA!!!!! NOT THERE!!! HAHAHAHAHANOT THERE!!!!!!” Marge roared as she felt those fingers on those spots on her ribs. That always drove her wild and now she couldn’t protect herself. This was the first time she had ever been tied up and tickled. The only times she allowed herself to be tied up was for sex, but she was not tickled during that moment. She knew tying someone up and tickling them would be great torture and it was happening to her now. The fingers were moving towards her sides near her back and that sent a very intense ticklish sensation throughout her entire body. She desperately tried to move away, but she couldn’t. For the first time in her life, she was completely helpless while being tickled and it shook her to her core.
“You made the biggest mistake of your life working with that woman from Europe. You should have never agreed to being part of a sex slave ring. How could you do that to other women? It is cruel knowing that they will be miserable for the rest of their lives. Think about how they must feel. Imagine if you were sold to some unattractive man who had money. To service them sexually against your will. To not be treated as a human but some kind of toy. I know we did cruel things too, but we never had them suffer for the rest of their lives. I don’t know you anymore…..” Rita said as she continued to lightly move her fingers in those very sensitive areas of the ribs. She started to let all of her anxiety of being in the trafficking ring come out. She wanted to let someone suffer for having those others suffer. She remembered sweet, innocent Alice being broken. That young lady had her whole life ahead of her and she was going to be someone’s sex toy. She even thought about Donna Prescott. As much as she detested that woman, seeing her so vulnerable and broken really tore at her heart. Then she thought about the poor woman who was just brought in last night. She was an emotional mess afterwards. She wished it was Sylvia tied up right now so that she could punish her. It was Marge instead and she had to make her pay for her sins. “Yeah, you deserve to suffer just like they did.” She told her.
Marge continued to laugh as she felt that light touch all over those areas. She kept trying to move her body, but she was trapped. She heard what Rita was telling her, and it truly astonished her. She thought Rita would be pleased to make so much extra money by being a part of this trafficking operation. It started to affect her own emotions because Rita was her right-hand woman. This was the woman she trusted to go along with all of her ideas and get the other dancers in line. Now, she was being tickled by her, and she had to get herself free. She could see the look of pain in Rita’s eyes, and she wanted to try and appeal to her. “RITA!!! HAHAHAHA STOP THIS!!! If you say what hahahahahaha I was doing was wrong, then why are you doing it to me?” she asked.
Rita heard that question and she paused her tickling. There was a valid point in that question. If she was supposed to be against those women being tortured, then she should not be willing to torture Marge. She thought about it for a moment, then returned her fingers back to the ribs to tickle that soft body. “This is not the same. You won’t be a sex slave afterwards. This is what you did to me. A punishment. No different than when someone goes to jail. You deserve this. I can’t believe you actually wanted to send women to their sure doom!” she responded.
“RITA!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP THIS!!! HAHAHAHA STOP THIS AT ONCE!!! I COMMAND YOU!!!” Marge roared as she felt the fingers resuming their ticklish touch. The fingers made their way to the front of her ribcage and near her stomach. That area was always sensitive, and she felt helpless. She was tied down the exact way she liked to tie down her victims. In this position, there wasn’t much wiggle room and so many sensitive areas were exposed. She tried to let her anger grow, but those fingers were delicately touching her skin, which drove her wild. She felt another surge of ticklish energy when the fingers were stroking her belly. Rita knew her spots and now she was going to suffer a lot more. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA STOP BEING A BITCH!!!!” she yelled in frustration.
“A bitch? Marge, did you just call me a bitch?” Rita asked, then paused her tickling. She could tell her boss was getting angry and that only fueled her own anger. She started to think about how far she wanted to take this punishment. She knew how ticklish Marge was and tickling her would definitely make her suffer. But would it make her repent? Would it make her apologize for the things she had done thus far? She hasn’t tickled all of the sensitive areas, but would she go so far to force a humiliating orgasm out of her? These were questions flowing through her mind as she stared down at Marge. She saw her breathing heavily and felt tension in her body. Marge had never insulted her like that before and it bothered her. “Marge, answer me. Did you really just call me a bitch?” she asked again.
Marge felt some relief from the tickling, and she was desperate to do anything to get it to stop. Rita was using a light touch on her, but it still tickled a lot. She felt her body starting to lose control and she didn’t know how much longer she could stand it. If Rita got very aggressive then she knew she would suffer a lot more. She could hear the emotion coming from Rita and she knew this was about to be really personal. Her own ego was starting to kick in and she had to try anything. “You made me say it. Look at what you are doing to me! You tie me up, take off my dress, leaving me in my undergarment and you are trying to torture me. What else would make me call you that?” she responded sarcastically.
“I don’t know who you are anymore. You were someone I cared about and trusted. Now, you are punishing me, getting involved with a very heinous crime, and threatening to put someone I care about through absolute misery. This is not you. Why are you so lost?” Rita asked. She started to truly think about the total scope of what was happening, and it really hurt her heart.
“This IS me! I run a burlesque show, but we also, that does include YOU, rob people. We have Ingrid going around torturing women. We have drugged men and women and stole their valuables. YOU are a part of that. YOU tickled and tortured many people. So don’t act like you are this altruistic person watching out for people. You are part of us, and you are a criminal too.” Marge responded with anger in her voice. She figured she could turn the guilt back over to Rita and try to get her to let her go. “You know I have punished dancers before. I have to instill discipline. It is YOU that is breaking away from US. So yes, I called you a bitch. You are betraying us.” she continued.
Rita thought about Marge’s words and there was truth to them. She knew she was a criminal herself, and she did participate in torturing of others. However, as she told Marge several times, the victims never ended up in a life altering situation. She knew this was not going to be easy, but she needed to break her spirit a little. She shook her head and then started to lightly flutter her fingers over the belly area. The stomach immediately started to tighten, and she heard those giggles again. She could see the body starting to move around in response. She felt so many different emotions and didn’t know what was going to happen after all this was done. “Just suffer…..” she simply said.
“HAHAHAHAHA YOU KNOW I AM RIGHT!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA STOP THIS!!!! NOW!!!!” Marge demanded when she felt those fingers tickling her stomach again. The ticklish waves flowed through her, and she rocked her body as much as she could. There was such a helpless feeling she had as those fingers touched her. She wanted to kick, or punch her way out of this, but she was trapped. Her eyes looked at her belly and saw those fingers moving all over the area. She felt the sensations getting stronger and her ticklish fear increased. She tried another strong pull at the ropes wrapped around her wrists, but they were tied tight. She was not going anywhere, and she had to make Rita stop tormenting her in any way possible.
“You deserve this, Marge. You really do.” Rita said as her fingers continued to dance around the ticklish stomach. She moved her fingers to the center of the belly and focused on tickling that skin. Her fingers moved in circles and got really close to the navel. She remembered when she got to lick that belly button during a sensual interaction and knew just how ticklish it was. It made her want to torture her there and hoped to break her sooner rather than later.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA RITA!!!! THIS TICKLES!!!! STOP IT!!! STOP IT NOW!!!!” Marge screamed as the fingers were doing a number to her ticklish stomach. She really started to feel desperation because the ticklish feelings only seemed to increase. She strained to try and get her legs free, but they would not budge. She knew she had to keep playing with Rita’s heart and mind to get her to stop tormenting her or she was surely going to break. “HAHAHAHAHAHA THINK ABOUT THE OTHERS!! HAHAHAHAHAHA DO YOU HAHAHA WANT THEM TO GO TO JAIL TOO?” she screamed.
Rita paused her tickling when she heard Marge mention the others. At the moment, her anger was towards Marge. The other dancers were like her family. They were all close. She truly loved Diane, Susan, Olga, and Ingrid. They all had a special bond with one another. They looked out for one another and helped each other in good times and bad times. She started to think that if this entire operation came to an end, they would be in trouble as well. That started to bother her, and she placed her hands to her face. She covered her mouth thinking about what would happen to each of them. She definitely did not want them to suffer.
Marge felt those fingers leave her body and she felt relief washing over her. Rita was dangerously close to her navel, and she wouldn’t be able to take that kind of torture. She knew she hit a certain chord within Rita and now she had hope. She started to think she could in fact talk her way out of this predicament and then she was truly going to torture Rita in return. It was a sad thing to do, but Rita was on the verge of destroying everything she built. “That’s right. You didn’t think of them, did you? You are so wrapped up in Becky Lockhart that you forgot who your family is. Do you really want to see Diane in jail? Or Susan? Or Olga? Or Ingrid? Yeah, you may be mad at me, but what about them? Who is the real villain right now?” she asked, trying to get into Rita’s head.
“You know I love all of them with all of my heart. Don’t you dare think I am trying to harm them! You act like there is no point of return. I am not torturing you to turn you into the Sheriff. I am trying to force you not to kidnap Becky, torture her and make her become a sex slave. I am trying to force you into not punishing me! Marge, we have to stop this.” Rita told her. She was feeling her deep emotions coming out and she wondered if she could even go through with all the torture she wanted to do to Marge. She still had other sensitive spots to tickle on her to force her into submission.
Marge heard those words and knew Rita had a point. The reason she was in this position now was because she wanted to torment Becky. She wanted to break her spirit and make her a sex slave. That would ensure that no one had the chance to discover this entire operation. She understood Rita not wanting to suffer as well because self-preservation was always a high priority for people. She wondered if she could somehow fool Rita into thinking she wouldn’t go after Becky anymore. That way she could get released, then get her revenge. She started to think about torturing Becky in front of Rita which would definitely punish her dancer. She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. “Is that all it takes for you to stop this foolishness? Leave Becky alone and not punish you anymore?” she asked.
“Yes. Marge, I do love you. This is not easy for me, but I just can’t let you do that to Becky. Not her. Please, not her. I already told you I would torture the next victim, just not her.” Rita pleaded. She really hoped Marge would listen to her and protect Becky. She desperately wanted to avoid someone she was falling for to suffer a humiliating fate.
“Will you let me go if I don’t go after her? Rita, we can talk about this. Let me go and yes, we can discuss what we can do about Becky without having her suffer.” Marge said in a soft voice. She started to feel hope that she was going to be released. She felt her adrenaline starting to flow and how much she was going to torture Rita as soon as possible. She wanted her to pay for doing this to her and perhaps even consider making her a sex slave. It would be hard for the rest of the dancers to accept that, but once they found out that Rita was trying to send them to jail after betraying them, they would come around and accept it.
Rita listened to Marge’s words, and they weighed heavily on her. The entire point of this moment was to prevent Marge from going after Becky. At the moment she was asking if she stopped, would she be set free? That question was something she had to think about. It was her ultimate goal. To save Becky from Marge’s twisted plan. She still had love for her boss and for all of her fellow dancers. She thought about releasing Marge and hopefully they could repair their relationship. “Do you mean it? You won’t go after Becky? She will be safe? You won’t try to punish me?” she asked.
Marge started to feel confident that she could finally get herself free. Her plan was working and once she was loose, she could rain hell down on Rita. She just had to go along with the ruse, and she would be set free. “Yes, I won’t go after Becky. She will be safe. You will be safe. I think this got out of hand and we just need to discuss what our next steps will be.” she said and looked at the ceiling.
Rita heard those words and felt a sense of relief. She was thrilled that Becky would be safe and that she could repair her relationship with Marge. She thought about loosening the ropes and then noticed something. When Marge was saying she wouldn’t go after Becky or her, she was looking at the ceiling the entire time. That was something she discovered about Marge years ago. If she was telling the truth and had meant what she said, she would look someone directly in the eye. If she wasn’t then she didn’t make eye contact. Marge’s words to her were without eye contact and that broke her heart. Her boss had no intention of keeping her word and even though she was tied up with the threat of being tortured, she still lied to her. She let her arms slump down and her head dropped. She knew what had to be done, even though it was going to be really difficult to do so. She had to torture Marge into submission. “I-I can’t believe you…..” she said in a soft voice.
Marge moved her eyes towards Rita’s face and saw her head slumping down. She didn’t know what was happening and she got antsy. Rita should have been undoing the ropes right now and she wasn’t. “Rita? What’s the matter? Can you untie me now so we can talk?” she asked.
Rita lifted her head again and stared at Marge. She could see how anxious she was to get free, and it tore at her. Marge wanted to get revenge on her, the first chance she got. “How could you? Why are you lying to me? Why do you want to torment me and go after Becky? WHY?” she asked with the emotion in her voice rising.
“What do you mean? I said I wouldn’t go after her. I won’t go after you. Rita, untie me please. This is not funny anymore! UNTIE ME!!!!” Marge yelled. She didn’t like the way Rita was reacting to her and fear returned to her body. She had no idea what was about to happen, and she had a lot of fear within her. She saw Rita’s hands lifting up and heading towards her ribs and stomach area again. “HEY!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING???” she yelled.
“Sorry Marge, but I have to punish you. You LIED to me. Now, I guess I just have to ensure you beg me to forgive you….” Rita warned, then started to flutter her fingers up and down the stomach area. She felt the trapped body starting to squirm and she felt a rush of adrenaline spiking within her. She had to torture Marge. She had to break her. That would be the only way she could guarantee Becky’s safety. Her fingers ran all over the ribcage and over the belly. She started to hear those giggles, which soon turned into very strong laughter. The stomach was always a very sensitive spot on Marge, and she wanted to exploit that knowledge.
“HAHAHAHA RITA!!!! RITA!!!! HAHAHAHAHAAH WHY ARE YOU TICKLING MEEEEEEEEE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH LET ME GOOOOOOO!!!!” Marge screamed as she felt those fingers touching her highly sensitive stomach area. She started to shake her body around as much as possible. She had to get away from those fingers. She looked at Rita’s face and saw the pain etched on it. She couldn’t help but laugh and prayed that she could get free. She had no idea how Rita knew she was lying, so she had to keep focusing on getting her to believe her. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA RITA!!! PLEASE!!! I DIDN’T LIE TO YOUUUUUUUUUUUU HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she screamed.
“You did, Marge. I know you are. I just have to punish you now.” Rita said and focused her fingers towards that soft skin of the belly. Her eyes looked at the navel and figured she would start to focus on that spot. She moved her fingertips to the top of the navel and heard a high-pitched shriek. It made her smile because she knew how sensitive this belly button was. “I am going to make you regret lying to me.” she told her.
Marge felt those fingers near her belly button, and she really started to panic. That spot was always a very sensitive area for her. Even when she was having a sexual interaction, playing with her belly button drove her absolutely wild. She desperately tried to move her stomach away, but she was trapped. There was no escape. She looked at her belly in horror and felt the fingers circling around the navel itself. She could feel that cruel path the fingers were taking, and she screeched in ticklish agony as they kept circling around her button. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOO!!! RITA NOOOOOOOOO!!!! HAHAHAHA STOP!!!! STOP PLEASE!!!” she begged.
Rita heard that desperate laughter and knew this had to be complete agony for Marge. She started to think about the punishment she received the previous day. Marge knew her sensitive spots and she was tortured. Marge did not give her any mercy, and she even played with her sexually, which absolutely humiliated her. Now that she was tormenting Marge, who had no intentions of not going after Becky or torturing her, she knew this was a matter of respect. This was to force Marge to not do something. No one had ever stood up to her before, and once she was done, life was never going to be the same. “You are going to regret coming after me and Becky. You are going to regret all the terrible things you have done ever since we met Sylvia. Sorry Marge, I have to torture you.” she told her.
Marge felt the fingers now touching the skin right under her belly button and she screamed. That area was highly sensitive, and she lost it. They were simply swiping left to right, back and forth and each touch on her skin sent intense ticklish shockwaves throughout her body. It was still unbelievable that she was in this situation and Rita was trying to torture her. She wished she wasn’t so sensitive to tickling, but that is how she knew it could be a very effective torture to others. It was also why she was so delighted to find that potion from the voodoo priestess when they were in New Orleans. If someone was already very ticklish, that potion made it worse, and that meant the torture would be even worse. “RITA!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE HAVE MERCY!!!!!!” she screamed.
Rita ignored the screams and focused on touching the skin. She watched as her fingers moved all over that sensitive skin below the navel and very close to the underwear. Her mind started to think about if she would go after what was hiding underneath that underwear. Would she go as far as sexually playing with Marge? That was something that was hard to answer at the moment, but it did sound tempting. She knew that once an orgasm was forced out of a person, they were definitely broken and submissive. Her eyes then looked up towards Marge’s face and could see the skin color was turning red. She saw the mouth was wide open and that hysterical laughter was coming out. It was a strange feeling looking at Marge in this fashion. She had never seen her laugh so hard before and it was nice. She then moved her fingers back to the navel and started to circle inside the edges of the button. That definitely brought out another round of high pitched, hysterical laughter. “Someone is really ticklish here…..” she teased.
Marge exploded in hysterical, powerful laughter when the fingers went inside her navel. That was a whole other level of sensitivity, and she lost it. She desperately tried to get away from the fingers, but she couldn’t. Her eyes were shut, and she just absorbed the cruel ticklish feelings flowing through her body. She couldn’t even think at the moment. She only felt those sensations tearing right through her body and driving her insane. She then felt the fingers pushing inside her button and she opened her eyes and nearly had an out-of-body experience. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! RITA NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she screamed to the top of the lungs.
Rita started to feel that power growing within her body. It was a nice feeling to have. She found a very sensitive spot on Marge’s body, and she was going to push it as far as she could. The thrill of dominating someone else filled her soul and she liked it. She always did like tickling victims. It was always a fun activity. She tortured a few victims and stole their belongings before. She also had fun tickling Becky silly and then making love to her. This was just different because of who it was and the reason why. She felt that urge to destroy her and, in a way, it frightened her. She took her index finger and pushed it further into the belly button and swirled it around as fast as she could. She already knew what was going to be the reaction and she enjoyed it. “Does this tickle?” she asked sadistically.
Marge felt that finger pushing into her navel, which was bad enough. But the swirling of the finger was what pushed her over the edge. She screamed with great intensity as the ticklish feelings overwhelmed her entire body. She hated being tickled in her navel and now someone that was hell bent on torturing her was exploiting that. She shut her eyes again and just felt wave after ticklish wave tearing through her. She really hoped Rita had compassion because if she didn’t, she was going to truly suffer for a very long time.
Rita watched as her finger made that swirling motion. She couldn’t help but smile because she knew what it was doing to Marge. Then she thought of a fun idea. Since her right index finger was swirling inside the navel, she moved her left hand over to Marge’s right side and fluttered her fingers in that area. She figured giving her two sources of sensations would really drive her crazy. “Who would have ever though that Margaret Broussard was THIS ticklish? Hehehe I wonder if I should let the information out. Maybe after this, you will become a tickle target. In fact, if we somehow survive all this, we can have moments where me and everyone else here will tie you down and just tickle you. Wouldn’t that be a fun time?” she said with a smile.
Marge heard Rita taunting her and it angered her. Even though she laughed uncontrollably, she wanted revenge. She did not want to be a toy to the rest of the dancers. She couldn’t even imagine what that would be like to have them all tickling her at the same time. That was something she inflicted on them, not on her. She never wanted to be submissive to any of them. Now she was in danger of that happening. The tickling was taking a toll on her and she didn’t know what to do. She felt those fingers now tickling on her right side at the same time and she just screamed. Two different areas being tickled at the same time were very intense for her and she roared. She really hoped Rita would show some compassion or she was going to be broken, just like so many others she played with.
Rita loved what she was doing to Marge. She could feel her body squirming under her touch, and she wanted to keep pushing her. She kept up her swirling in the navel and the fluttery touches on the exposed right side. She knew she had to wear Marge down. The woman was very strong, and she could fight if she had to. She had to make sure she was not going to go after her or Becky. She knew eventually Marge would break down and that would be the moment she would have to stop. Her eyes looked at the laughing face and now started to see the hair come undone from the bun it was in. She saw the sweat starting to form on the face and she kept tickling. She also noticed those exposed armpits and knew she had to play in that area soon enough. Rita remembered the most sensitive spots on Marge were her toes and her navel. She was already tickle destroying the navel, she definitely had to go to the toes to finish her off. The other spots were ticklish, but those two spots were the absolute worst. “Sorry Marge, but you deserve this.” she told her.
Marge heard Rita but she really couldn’t focus. The tickling was getting to be much worse than she thought. She started to have that helpless feeling rising within her and it made her nervous. She knew what tickling could do to someone. It was why she used it. Now it was being used on her and what she loved about her victims, it was now her. She looked towards Rita who had this look of calm on her face. It appeared that she wasn’t bothered by what she was doing and that was not a good sign. She really hoped Rita would start to have regrets, but she kept pushing. She kept tickling her and now her own body was getting weaker. Then the swirling stopped, and she felt such great relief. The fingers on her side also stopped and she had to take advantage of this break. Her lungs were starting to burn, and she needed to recover. “Rita……come on, this is not……funny anymore. Stop….tickling me.” she groaned.
“I have to do this, Marge. You are travelling along a path that I can’t follow. Becky is special. I can’t and won’t let you do something to her. It was bad enough we did what we did to Darby. Becky is different. She doesn’t know anything, nor would I ever tell her. You don’t have faith in me?” Rita asked. She still wanted to get through Marge’s mind and her heart to avoid having Becky tormented. She prayed her boss would come to her senses.
“Rita….what we did to Darby was different. She is not going to remember anything that happened.” Marge said as she was still trying to catch her breath. She remembered when they did have Darby in this same room. She remembered when they tied her down and got her naked. The fun they had with her that night was something she was going to remember forever. She especially remembered those large pink feet of hers. She had never encountered a pair of perfect feet before, and Darby’s was absolutely perfect. She also remembered how they forced an orgasm out of her as well. It was a successful night. With Becky, she had to make her a sex slave. Which meant that she wouldn’t forget anything that happened to her. It would be far more brutal.
Rita remembered what happened to Darby and loved that moment. The way Darby laughed, the way she moved her body when she was tickled and played with sexually. The way she felt herself being so horny watching Darby cum her brains out. But with Becky, it wasn’t going to be the same. “Marge, if you were just going to do to Becky what you did to Darby, that would be different. But you want to ruin Becky’s life. I have told you many times already, that is too cruel. I won’t let you do it.” she told her.
“Dammit Rita! Becky is not hehehehehehehe HEY!!!!!” Marge giggled when she felt something touching her exposed inner thighs. She lifted her head and saw Rita’s fingers starting to flutter against her inner thighs. Those were very sensitive areas, and she couldn’t help but giggle.
Rita saw those inner thighs and just had to touch them. Marge was definitely not broken yet, so she had to remind her that she was still trapped and under her control. She loved the fact that the thighs were so sensitive. She smiled knowing she would return to this area and really drive her crazy. Right now, she wanted to touch those armpits. She got up from between Marge’s legs and stepped over her right leg and then sat down on the bed on the right-hand side. She was close by the head and that right armpit was right there for the taking. “Marge, you leave me no choice. I have to torture you. You still refuse to give any mercy, and I am not going to let you do something to her. I am just not letting it happen.” she warned, then poked her finger right in the center of that armpit.
“Rita!!! Don’t do that! STOP TICKLING ME DAMMIT!!!!” Marge yelled as she felt that poke in her armpit. Her dancer was trying to torture all of her spots, and she was getting frustrated that she did not improve her own situation by now. She tried to reason with her. She yelled at her. She even screamed in hysterical laughter and there was no change. Her anger returned and she tried to pull on her bondage once again.
“I am not going to stop. Not until I know you are telling me the truth.” Rita simply replied. She then started to lightly dance her fingertips across the skin and immediately felt the body twisting around as much as it could. She saw Marge gritting her teeth to try and avoid laughing, but she knew that wasn’t going to last very long. “Come on….laugh. Laugh yourself silly. I know you want to.” she teased.
Marge wanted to curse her out, but she was still trying to resist the tickling she felt in her armpit. She held her breath even though the sensations were getting stronger. She wanted to fight back. She wanted to be determined to destroy Rita and not completely submit to her. She also realized that this was her final stand. Once she started losing control, she was done for. Her body started to get really hot, and she was in agony. Then the fingers started to move a lot faster, and she could not hold it in any longer. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA RRRRRIIIIIITTTTAAAAAA!!!!! STOP!!! STOP!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA IT TICKLES!” she screamed.
“I know it does. Laugh Marge. Just laugh.” Rita said as her fingers moved quicker across the skin. She needed to get more aggressive with Marge to tire her out. She needed her to be at the point of desperation. That would be the only way she was going to break. She imagined Becky’s cute face and used it as motivation to keep tickling her boss. Because if she failed right now, then that cute face was going to be sad every single day for the rest of her life.
Marge felt those fingers now pressing into her armpit and she lost it. They hit the right spot in her flesh, and it sent a shockwave of ticklish feelings throughout her body. If she wasn’t tied down, she would have gone right through the ceiling. She looked over at Rita and her face had a nonchalant look on it. That was not a good sign because she wasn’t going to have any mercy on her. She closed her eyes once again and felt those fingers pressing right in the center of her armpit. It was agonizing for her because she was just not used to laughing this hard for this long. The feeling of helplessness returned, and she really started to panic inside. “RITA!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA RITA!!!” she screamed.
Rita ignored Marge’s pleas and just kept tickling. She had to remove her emotions at the moment. She just had to focus on tickling Marge so she could finally break down. She looked at the armpit and that very pale skin. She saw how her fingers pressed into it and just had to stay constant. She just had to keep pressing into that spot. She saw how Marge was in ticklish agony, and she just had to focus. Her own life depended on it as well. “Just laugh, Marge. I just want you to laugh.” she simply said.
Marge laughed. She couldn’t do anything else but laugh. She kept fighting as hard as she could, but the tickling feeling was too strong. She started to feel her body going limp and that was definitely not a good sign. She let out another ticklish squeal when the fingers pressed a little deeper. She forgot just how talented a tickler Rita was. She always enjoyed watching her tickle the victims on this very same bed. She always thought she was a better tickler, but Rita also had great skills. She looked away from Rita’s face because she didn’t want to see the joy she must have had. “RITA!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP!!! PLEASE JUST STOP!!!!!” she screamed.
“No. I am not going to stop. You hurt me, Marge. You hurt me deeply, so I must make you pay.” Rita said as she focused on that armpit. She thought about moving the fingers to another spot. She then slowly dragged her fingers as they still pressed into the flesh to the bottom part of the hollow. She heard a very cute shriek coming from this trapped woman and that made her smile. The ticklishness of Marge seemed to be increasing, and she just had to keep the pressure up.
Marge heard Rita mentioning how hurt she was, and she was angry. She was also hurt by Rita’s actions. She was willing to have everyone go to jail just because she was smitten with Becky Lockhart. She was in ticklish agony right now, but she tried to focus on when she got free, she was really going to torture Rita within an inch of her life. This was going too far in her mind and now she had to not only fire Rita but make her a sex slave. She laughed harder as the fingers kept tickling that pit, but she was also motivated by the thought of selling both Becky and Rita. “I WILL HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA GET YOU AHAHAHAHAHAHA FOR THIS!!! I SWEAR!!!” she screamed.
“Threatening me? That is why we are here, Marge. You keep threatening me! This is why you have to learn.” Rita responded. She heard that threat in Marge’s laughter and that made her more determined to torment her. She knew she was going to have to put in more work to break this woman. She then moved her fingers away from the armpit and got onto her knees. She wanted to tickle both armpits and continue to work on this woman.
Marge felt the fingers finally moving away from her armpit and she let out a groan of relief. Her body temperature was spiking, and she felt sweaty. Rita was really working her over and she was angry. Her emotions were also in a tailspin, and she needed to do something or she was going to lose this battle. “Rita……Rita…..listen to me. You…..you made your point. Let me go…….come on. You are going too far now. Don’t make me angry.” she panted.
“Angry? You know, Marge. I don’t care if you are angry. You DESERVE this. Maybe you should apologize to me and also withdraw this threat towards Becky. I am just going to keep torturing you until you do.” Rita told her. She felt her energy flowing and her desire to torture kept growing. She was ready to start tickling both armpits and she was going to go all in. She needed Marge to suffer in order to save herself and Becky.
“I swear…….I swear to you……that when I get out of here……you are going to pay a severe price. I am going……to fire you…..then I am going to make you a sex slave. Perhaps I will sell you and that…..dumb bitch together. That way….you….can spend the rest of your life getting fucked as…..she watches.” Marge panted. She was still breathing hard and felt her nerves tingling. She was getting tired, and her anger remained. She did know that by threatening Rita again, she was going to be tortured. But she didn’t care at this moment. She wanted to let her dancer know she would not be broken easily.
Rita heard Marge spat that threat to her and she took a deep breath. She knew her boss had tremendous pride and a large ego. She still had fight left in her. Even though she was laughing hysterically when her ribs, belly and now armpit was being tickled, she knew that Marge was going to be tough to break. That made her determined to really make her suffer. Now she really wanted to torture her. It was now a battle of wills. The only way this was going to end was to break Marge. She then straddled Marge’s stomach and looked down at her helpless face. It rested between her two arms that were pulled over her head. She could see the fire in her eyes, even though she was getting tired. The fact that she threatened to make her a sex slave fueled her animosity and it was time to teach this woman a valuable lesson. “Now you want to make me a sex slave? Marge, you hurt me. You really did. I can’t believe you turned into such a monster. I guess torturing you won’t be so bad after all. I hope one day you will come to your senses. I pray that day is not too late.” she warned.
Marge felt Rita sitting on her stomach and looking down at her. She couldn’t move at all and heard the tension in that voice. She knew she crossed that line and now there was no going back. She wanted to get revenge and when this situation was over, she was truly going to make Rita pay. She saw those hands going near her armpits and she knew it was about to be total hell. Her body was still reeling from the earlier tickling, but she wanted to be strong. She did not want to give Rita the satisfaction that she was afraid. “Do your worst. Bitch.” she said with defiance in her voice.
“Bitch? Oh, you are going to regret that.” Rita said with anger in her voice. She then decided to use her nails. That way she could stimulate all the nerve endings in the worst way. She placed her nails at the top of each armpit, then slowly dragged them across the surface of the hollows, all the way to the bottom of the area, then lifted her fingers up, placed them at the top of the pits and repeated the movement. “Laugh……” she said cooly.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU BITCH!!! NOT YOUR NAILS!!!!!!” Marge screamed as she felt those nails scraping down her exposed armpits. She couldn’t even defend herself as the tickling sensation was extremely intense. Her pits were helpless and there was no way she could prevent this from happening. She tried to arch her back, but Rita was sitting on her. It also meant she couldn’t move her body around at all. She was completely defenseless to this attack, and it amplified her panic. The nails went slowly across her tender skin, stimulating the nerve endings there. She closed her eyes and tried to absorb the very intense feelings. She had no idea how she was going to survive this moment because Rita kept scraping her nails in that same, slow, pattern.
Rita heard that maniacal laughter and she didn’t even flinch. The relationship between her and her boss was deteriorating the longer this all went on. The fact she would be a sex slave really hurt her. It meant that Marge no longer cared about her and that hurt her a lot. She already knew she was going to be crying a lot after this was all over. She knew that she would have to leave this burlesque show group and find a new life. She might even have to live in Plotsville and find a new line of work. It amazed her how coming to this town completely changed her life. She looked at Marge’s face and saw that ticklish agony on it. She knew that the ticklish feelings were intense, and she was going to keep pushing.
Marge couldn’t even think straight as she felt those evil nails scraping along her flesh. There was no way to describe what she was feeling except for agony. She tried her best to rock her body, but it was no use. This was the worst kind of torture. The kind where there was nothing she could do to stop it. She was screaming. She couldn’t move her arms. Her armpits were right there, and nothing could prevent them from being touched. She tried to put her head over them but the way she was tied prevented her from doing anything. She started to feel a panic attack coming on because minutes were going by and those nails kept moving in the same pattern. They touched the top of her pits, slowly scraped to the middle of the hollows, and then dragged to the bottom of the pit sending intense ticklish shockwaves over and over again. She felt the urge to beg for mercy, but once she did, then she was on the road to submission. She wanted to fight Rita. She knew she was losing that battle, but she had to hold on as long as possible.
“You sure are ticklish, Marge. Kitchy kitchy koo!” Rita sang in a teasing voice. She remembered that a fun way to get people to break and feel the sensations even more was to taunt and tease them. She knew taunting Marge would mess with her ego and she wanted to puncture it. She then started to change the direction of her nails. Now she was scurrying them inside the pits as fast as she could. She saw Marge’s eyes nearly pop out of her head and she smiled. “Laugh for me….” she told her.
Marge felt those nails scurrying and that was too much for her to handle. She wanted to fight Rita, but this was getting to be too much. Once those nails moved quickly, she was done for. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA RITA!!!!! STOP!!!!! NO MORE!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA NO MORE!!!!” she screamed out of desperation.
“Yes, more. I told you that you were going to pay for what you have done. This is just the beginning. Remember, I know ALL of your spots.” Rita told her. She continued to scurry her nails in the pit and hoped to break this woman. Or at least wear her down. She still had other places to tickle, and she was going to go after them. She then moved her hands from the pits and started to tease the sides of the breasts. She touched the bra and figured it might be time to expose this helpless woman. It was time to attack her ego. She stopped her armpit tickling and crossed her arms. “Breathe….” she simply said.
Marge felt that huge wave of relief when the tickling stopped. That intensity went too long, and it took a lot of her energy. She tried to take in as much air as possible because she was screaming that entire time. She could still feel the “ghost” touches on her skin, and she shivered. She knew she needed a rest and still maintained her ego. “Rita……dammit Rita. Come on. Let’s end this.” she wheezed.
“I am not done. You crossed the line, Marge. I am going to show you what ruthlessness is. This is all your fault. Now, this next place I am going to torture you will be fun for me, but not for you. There is a place on your body that I have always enjoyed. Hell, there were times you asked me to play there. I think I want to see your tits. And I KNOW, they are a bit receptive to touch.
Marge heard the next tickle target, and her mouth dropped open. Rita was now threatening to tickle her breasts. She knew how sensitive they could be and after all the tickling that took place, she wouldn’t be able to stand being tickled there. Now that fear within her grew even more and her ego was starting to wane. “Rita!!! You can’t be serious! My tits? You wouldn’t dare!” she yelled.
“Yes, I am serious. Remember, I am a bitch. That’s what you called me, right? Bitches do evil things. I am going to do evil things to your tits. You deserve this. You really do.” Rita said with a hint of anger in her voice. She reached forward and grabbed the cups of the bra. With one hard yank, she pulled the cups down and exposed the large breasts. The bra didn’t have straps, so she could expose the breasts easily. She looked at the size C chest and smiled. She thought about the times when she enjoyed touching, kissing and playing with these mounds. The pink nipples were small and really stood out. Now it was time to test their sensitivity and drive her boss crazy.
Marge felt her bra pulled down and she started to blush. This was far different than any sexual encounters. For the first time in her life, her breasts were exposed and not be her desire. She felt a little humiliated because she was tied down and couldn’t stop Rita from exposing her. She wanted to yell something, but she felt so exposed. She also remembered the times when Rita played with her breasts in a sexual situation. She always loved her talent for pleasuring her breasts and now they were going to be tormented. She looked at her face and saw that look of anger. “Rita, why do you have to mess with my tits? Leave them alone.” she said in a calm voice.
“I don’t know why you are shocked. Remember, yesterday you played with my pussy. Do you know how humiliated I felt when you did that? Well, I guess you are about to learn as well. Trust me, your breasts are just the beginning. I will get to your pussy soon enough. Yes, I remember how responsive your pussy is too. I am truly going to savor this.” Rita said, then reached her hands forward and placed them right on both breasts. She gave the mounds a gentle squeeze and she loved it. The skin was so soft, even though the breasts were firm. She wanted to embarrass Marge a little as she squeezed the mounds as though they were melons. “hehehe yep, your breasts are still amazing.” she teased.
Marge felt herself blushing as her breasts were being squeezed and groped. This moment stunned her because she was completely helpless. She always thought that, but this really made it a lot worse. She gasped and cooed as her breasts continued to be touched and squeezed. She didn’t even know what to say. She was still reeling from the earlier tickling. She looked at her chest and saw Rita’s soft hands squeezing there. She looked right back up at her and she saw that look of determination. “Rita…..this is way too far. Stop touching me.” she requested.
“Shut up. You are lucky I am being nice to them right now.” Rita responded. She did enjoy how the skin felt but now it was time to start the punishment again. She flicked her thumbs off the nipples and then moved her fingers to the undersides of the mounds. She lightly fluttered her fingers there and the chest started to shake. She started to form a sinister smile because she knew how ticklish the breasts were. She tickled them before when she and Marge were making out. She remembered the cute giggles that came from her boss and hoped to hear them again. She continued to move her fingers across that very delicate skin and loved the reaction. “Yep, still ticklish here I can see.” she smiled.
Marge felt those fingers fluttering underneath her breasts and it tickled! It tickled a lot, and she knew she was in trouble. She moved her chest around, sending her breasts into a wobbling motion. She bit her lower lip to try to prevent from giggling, but it was too late. “hehehe Rita! Stop that! Hehehehe Stop it right now!” she demanded.
“Something the matter, Marge? Tits feeling a bit…..ticklish?” Rita asked with a sly grin. The more she tickled Marge, the more confident she was getting. Torturing her boss just seemed right. She was doing it for a good reason and the feeling of dominance started to take hold. She wanted to make this red-haired woman suffer. She was in complete control at the moment, and she had to make sure Marge would rue the day she threatened her and Becky. She looked at the breasts wobbling and she couldn’t help but feel good inside. She knew eventually Marge would be broken and she could move on with her life.
Marge felt the ticklish sensations increasing and she continued to laugh harder. Now that her breasts were being tickled, she really felt embarrassed. She kept trying to think of a way out of this predicament. Threats were not working and Rita had that look of sheer determination. She prayed that something could stop this moment. She really wanted to get free and now she felt desperation starting to build. The fingers under her breasts were moving all around that skin and she just kept laughing and straining her arms trying to get them free. “DAMN YOU!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA DAMMIT!!!” she yelled.
“I always liked your breasts. They have such a great shape. I also want to thank you. Thank you for showing all of us how to tickle a woman’s breasts. You do it so well and we learned how much fun it could be. Oh wait…..” Rita said, then had a gleam in her eye. She just remembered what took place during breast tickling in this room and she got excited. She was in perfect position to try it, and she got off of Marge and off the bed.
Marge felt tremendous relief as she felt the tickling stop and Rita got off of her. She felt a wave of relief washing over her and she tried to get in as much air into her lungs as possible. She felt herself sweating and her hair was loose. She tried to pull her legs free, but her ankles were tied tight. She heard Rita’s happy voice and wondered what she was up to. She looked to her left and saw Rita by the drawers. She knew whatever the dancer was up to was not going to be good for her. Then she saw Rita turn around and had a devilish grin on her face. Her eyes went wide when she saw what was in Rita’s hand. “No!!!! No!!! You better not!! I swear to you, you better not!!” she yelled with her voice in a panic.
“Something wrong, Marge? I thought you would like this. You always told us girls to use this whenever we had fun with the breasts. Hehehe” Rita giggled as she waved the red feather in her hands. This was her favorite color feather. She usually had the red fluffy one and loved using it against ticklish breasts on women. She used it on men before, but with women, it was that much better. She seductively walked over to Marge and got back on the bed. She loved the look of dread on Marge’s face and once again, got in between the legs, on her knees. She started to move the feather towards the left nipple and smiled. “Now, let’s see how YOUR breasts like a feather’s touch.” she told her.
Marge felt a true panic in her body as she watched the feather get closer to her nipple. She shook her chest around, doing anything she could to avoid being tickled. Then the feather softly grazed her nipple, and she already started to lose it. That feather’s kiss set off a wave of sensations throughout her body and it made her panic. “RITA!!!! DON’T DO THIS TO ME!! THIS IS NOT FAIR!!!” she yelled.
“Fair? You want to talk about fair? Remember how you sexually played with me yesterday? That wasn’t fair. You know my pussy is sensitive, yet you still played with me. Now, it is my turn. Oh, I bet your pussy will love this feather too, Let’s find out.” Rita teased as she swiped the feather across the nipple and the left breast. She loved how Marge was already giggling and that delighted her. Marge was never feathered by any of the dancers before. She told them she did not want to feel it. That led to a lot of speculation and discussion amongst the dancers that a feather had to be true torture for their boss and would ultimately destroy her. Rita now understood why. Marge was always very sensitive to light touches. A feather would give that same sensation and now she was going to truly enjoy this moment. She watched as the left breast wobbled around, and she heard those girlish giggles. That made her smile, and she wanted to keep going.
“Hehehehehehehehe DAMMIT!!!! STOP THIS AT hehehehehehehehehe ONCE!!!” Marge yelled as the feather teased that left mound. The sensations were very intense, and she was surprised how bad it was. Light touches always drove her wild and she was very afraid of the feather. It was why she loved using it against victims. If they were as sensitive as her, it would surely drive them out of their mind. Now she felt what it was like. She feathered herself one time and never tried it again because it was so intense. Now, she had a woman hell bent on breaking her feathering her and she felt that panic building up again.
“Hehehehe ticklish titties are always fun. Don’t you agree?” Rita taunted as she swiped the feather across the pink nipple. There was also an effect that she enjoyed. The feather made the nipple get stiff and that was what she was also hoping for. Marge and the others loved sexual teasing torture. The thought of doing it to Marge really excited her. She started to feel that excitement building. Once she dismissed her emotions and focused on treating this woman like a robbery victim, she was able to use her own tickling talents to the best of her ability. She had to try and not use her anger, or her sadness about the overall situation. She wanted to focus on having fun and with using this diabolical feather, she was feeling that way. “Looks like someone likes my feather. See how stiff you are?” she teased.
“Hehehehehehehehehehehe RITA!!!! STOP FEATHERING ME!!!! I COMANND hehehehehehehehe YOU!!!!” Marge continued to giggle as the feather kept tickling that breast. She also noticed her nipples were stiff and her fear grew. Her body was starting to respond sensually to the feather, and she hated it. She did it to all of her victims because once the body started to crave the touch, her mind was going to endure a lot of torture. She tried once again to pull her arms free, but it was no use. Then she shrieked when she felt the feather move over to her other nipple. She looked at her right breast and saw the feather softly scraping against it. The ticklish shockwaves tore right through her, and she was starting to be in agony.
Rita couldn’t help but enjoy herself as she continued to feather the right nipple. The sounds Marge was making actually started to turn her on. There was something about those girlish and sensual giggles that got her own juices flowing. She loved the contrast in the colors. That pale skin and pink nipple were being touched by a vivid red feather. It was very mesmerizing, and she continued to softly swipe and sweep the feather all over the breasts and the nipple. She looked at Marge’s face and could see that look of ticklish agony. She saw all of her teeth and her eyes were shut at the moment. She saw the sweat glistening off her forehead, and she felt a tingle between her own legs. She knew this was wrecking her victim and she wanted to keep up the torture. “That’s right, just feel the feather. Feel all those sensations coursing through your body. Just wait until I get to other spots on you. I think you are going to lose……your…..mind.” she cooed.
Marge started to growl as she fought those sensations. She knew Rita was starting to win this battle because she was being relentless with her feathering. The feather returned to her left breast, and it made her shiver. Her nipples were on fire, and she desperately needed to get free. She opened her eyes and saw that look of lust on Rita’s face. It frightened her because this woman was not going to stop. No matter how many threats she made. No matter how loud she yelled at her. She was trapped and there was no mercy being shown. “Rita!!!! Hehehehehehehe STOP TORTURING MEEEEEE!!!!!” she pleaded.
“Shut up, Marge. Just enjoy….” Rita grinned. She moved the feather underneath the breasts and got a wonderful loud shriek from her prisoner. She felt goosebumps forming on her skin as she listened to that hysterical laughter. She felt good about what she was doing. She started to have a sense of peace washing over her after such an emotional confrontation with the woman she considered a close friend. She did a few more swipes and then pulled the feather away. She stayed there and looked at Marge’s face. She could see the relief washing over it and heard those residual giggles. She figured it was a good time to stop. She got the body to begin to get aroused. Now, she could go after the other spots and set Marge up to surrender.
Marge was breathing hard as the feathering finally stopped. Her nerves were on fire and her nipples were still very stiff. She fought hard but now her body was starting to show signs of surrender. Her mind wanted to keep fighting but as she very well knew, once the body started to give in, it was only a matter of time before she surrendered and became submissive. It was what she enjoyed about her victims. That moment when they finally surrendered. She felt most happy about that moment when Donna Prescott surrendered. That was a strong-willed woman, but over time, she surrendered and was now a broken mess. Those thoughts started to really affect her. She did not want to be submissive. She had always been a dominant. Her mind raced as she tried to come up with a plan for escape. She knew that if she did not get free soon enough, her submissive fate was sealed. “Rita….Rita….come on. You have got to stop this. What do I need to do for you to let me go?” she asked in desperation.
“We already went over this, Marge. You already know. While you think about it and try to remember, I want to go to the one place that anyone rarely goes! I want to see your feet. Hehehe I want to see how they feel right now. Be right back, oh wait, quick question. Should I go to your left foot, or the right one?” Rita teasingly asked. She was excited to go after Marge’s feet. She had given her foot rubs before, but if she tried to tickle them, her boss would pull away and that ended that. Even when they had sex, if she touched Marge’s feet, that was the end of the sex. She already knew the feet were very sensitive, and it did surprise her when she could give a foot massage. But in order to give one, Marge had to be wearing socks. The thick winter kind that she would slide on. She never allowed her bare or stockinged feet to be touched. Now, this was her opportunity to have a lot of fun with them.
Marge heard that question and her heart sank. Rita was going after her feet. She knew how bad her feet were and now they were going to be tortured. She liked foot massages, but only when she was wearing thick wool, winter socks. Now she was in her stockinged feet, so any touch was going to drive her crazy. She looked at Rita who stared at her and she truly hated this moment. She wanted nearly anything to avoid having her feet tickled. It was going to be bad and not even her strong will would be able to prevent her from suffering. “Rita!! Please! Please don’t do this! You know I don’t like my feet being touched! YOU KNOW THIS!!! Listen to me! Just listen to me! Ok! Let me go and we can talk about this. You made your point. You showed me just how strong of a woman you are and how protective you are. I respect that. Now, woman to woman, let’s talk and work something out. I really do not want you to touch my feet.” she pleaded desperately.
“Why Margaret Broussard, I do declare! Sounds like you are very afraid of me touching your feet. Hehehe Why is that?” Rita teasingly asked. She loved the reaction Marge was giving her now and she was next to the tied down left foot. She saw that helpless foot, still hiding inside the stocking, just waiting to be tickled.
“YOU KNOW WHY!!!! Listen to me! This has gone on far enough. You have tortured me enough. Now, let me go and we can talk like two civilized women about this whole thing. I swear! We can talk!” Marge said with a lot of fear in her voice. She saw Rita’s eyes looking at her foot and she felt extremely nervous. She had to do anything she could to protect her feet because she knew Rita was going to severely torture her if she didn’t.
“Marge, Marge, Marge. It is just your foot I will touch. You act like I am ending your life or something. Hehehe I thought you liked it when I touched your feet. I remember you purring a few times before. Remember that time when you were on your feet all day last winter? Remember how I took off those boots of yours and rubbed your tired feet. You didn’t let me take the heavy wool socks off, but nonetheless you were purring like a newborn kitten. How about that massage again? You sound very stressed. Hehehe” Rita teased. She knew why Marge didn’t want to touch her foot at the moment. She did not have the protection of those thick socks. Now, her own anticipation grew because Marge was genuinely fearful at the moment. It excited her and she reached her hands forward so she could give the foot a gentle massage.
“RITA!!!! RITA DON’T!!!! DON’T YOU DARE!!!!!” Marge screamed as she saw those hands headed towards her helpless foot. She started to wiggle her foot around, desperately trying to avoid the hands. Then her foot was caught, and she felt both of those hands wrapped around her foot and started to knead into the sole. The ticklish sensations were immediate, and she exploded. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA LET GO OF MY FOOT! HAHAHAHAHAH I DON’T WANT THE MASSAGE!!! HAHAHAHAHA NO MASSAGE!!!” she laughed.
“I bet this feels really nice. That’s right, let me get DEEPER with the massage. Mmmmmm….nothing like a good foot massage in the morning to start your day, right?” Rita teased. She loved that explosive laughter and pressed her thumbs right into the arch area. Marge's feet were quite large, a size 11, so there was plenty of surface area to play with. She felt the foot tense up and loud laughter filled the room. She felt a shot of adrenaline throughout her entire body because she was in uncharted territory. No one had ever touched Marge’s feet without those wool socks. She could feel the contours of the sole and it was a nice shape. She could already tell just how thick the soles were and couldn’t wait to touch the actual skin. She had seen Marge’s feet plenty of times but never touched them. She thought about the creamy skin color on the sole, and how thick those toes were. Once she got the stocking off, she was truly going to enjoy herself.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAH RITA!! RITA!!!! HAHAHAHAHA NO MASSAGE!!! NO MASSSSAAAAGGGEEE!!!” Marge continued to scream as the tickling was very powerful. The way those thumbs pressed into her sole sent intense ticklish shockwaves and she already couldn’t stand it. She started to feel a little embarrassed because she was laughing so hard. She couldn’t help it. She was deathly ticklish on her feet, which was why she always enjoyed tickling the feet of others the most. She knew how devastating foot tickling could be and wanted to inflict the worst on her victims. Now it was happening to her and she was already losing control. If she thought the tickling of the other spots on her body was bad, this was far worse. This drove her absolutely crazy, and Rita wasn’t even moving her fingers in a tickling fashion. Once that happened, she knew her resolve would be gone, and true torture would begin.
“Marge, you have such nice feet. I have admired them for a long time, and you never let me play with them. You have played with my feet so many times. The way you tickled them yesterday was devastating. Despite that, I am giving your feet a treat. I would think that you would be grateful, but all you want to do is laugh at my efforts. Well, I guess I just have to be the kind of woman to be forgiving.” Rita said with a huge smile. She loved his moment. This was far better than what she did earlier because of the sheer intensity of the laughter. There was no defiance coming from Marge. She was just laughing her head off and she just kept enjoying the massage. She then moved her thumbs to the ball of the foot and felt how strong that muscle was. Being on her feet all day made the muscles in her foot strong, and she wanted to work out all the tension. She heard a delightful ticklish squeal, and she laughed. It was a different kind of squeal, which meant this simple massage had to be destroying her boss. “Hehehe wow, I think I can see why you never wanted anyone to touch your feet. I am guessing you are quite ticklish here. Hehehe” she taunted.
Marge couldn’t even respond to the taunting because the ticklish feeling was quite overwhelming. The way those thumbs kneaded into the ball of her foot, it caused her to squeal helplessly. This was her greatest fear. For others to find out just how ticklish her feet were. It was another reason why she truly enjoyed tormenting Darby’s big feet. That deputy was excruciatingly ticklish on her feet. It made her feel better knowing that she wasn’t THAT ticklish but very close. It also helped that Darby had that potion flowing through her, so it made those extremely tender feet that much more ticklish. Marge couldn’t even imagine what would happen if she had that potion within her. She would probably pass out if her feet were touched in that situation. Now, she felt the fingers moving towards her toes and she just about lost it. “RITA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MERCY!!! MERCY!!! HAHAHAHAHA PELASE DON’T DO THIS!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA OH GAWD!!! IT TICKLES!!!!” she shrieked.
“I can tell…..hehehe” Rita responded with a giggle. She loved how the toes clenched tight, doing their very best to not get touched. She was having a lot of fun, and this was just a massage with the stocking on. That got her blood pumping, and she didn’t want to wait any longer. She grabbed the tip of the stocking and pulled it upwards off the toes. She then pulled on the fabric and a hole appeared. She wanted to get to the naked foot and really have a good time. The hole in the stocking got bigger and she pulled it down and now those thick toes started to appear. She saw that creamy skin and took the stocking off the foot. She saw the ball of the foot getting exposed, as well at that arch area and finally off the heel. She took a moment to observe the bottom of that helpless foot and smiled. She saw it quivering in ticklish fear. She saw how thick the sole of the foot was. The skin was very smooth, with just a few wrinkles in the arch. The arch itself was defined, but not very high and not too low. The foot was also wide. The big toe was plump, and the rest of the thick toes descended in length. It was a very large foot, and she already knew very sensitive. “You truly have some beautiful feet, Marge. I like them. I can’t believe I am actually going to touch your skin for the first time.” she said with lust in her voice.
Marge felt herself overheating as the massage finally stopped. She was trying to take in air because she screamed very hard. She felt true fear in her body because if she reacted like that from a simple massage, then when Rita truly tickled her foot, she was going to be devastated. She looked towards her dancer and saw the glee on her face. She knew she couldn’t hide this torment. She knew she could not even pretend to be strong. That really took a hit at her ego and now she felt that true feeling of helplessness. She felt it several times already, but at this very moment, she knew she was done for. Rita was going to break her and there was nothing she could do to stop her. “Rita…..please….please don’t tickle my feet. It would be true torture. I-I will do ANYTHING for you not to tickle me. Please….I am begging you not to do this.” she pleaded with sad emotion in her voice.
Rita broke her lustful gaze at that vulnerable foot and looked back at Marge’s face. She could see true fear on that face, and it stunned her. For the first time ever, she saw just how scared Marge could be. She had seen her fearful and worried during this torture session, but it was more pronounced right now. She saw the emotion in her eyes and knew this woman was dreadfully fearful of her feet being tickled. That excited her because it meant she finally gained control over Marge’s willpower. She could do whatever she wanted to her and Marge would most likely submit to her. She gently blew her breath across the undersides of the toes and the foot immediately wiggled around. “Anything, huh?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Yes!! Anything!!! Anything! Please…..I am truly begging you to not tickle my feet. You know I never beg ANYONE for ANYTHING, but I am begging you right now. Please don’t tickle my feet.” Marge begged. She truly felt every single nerve in her body on edge and her foot was shaking in ticklish fear. She knew her ego was being shredded but she truly did not want to go through that kind of suffering.
“That is true. You have never begged anyone for anything. You have tremendous pride in yourself and a massive ego. So, you must really be scared of me tickling your feet without any mercy, right?” Rita asked. She felt a surge of power within her soul because she hadn’t even tickled the foot yet and Marge was already capitulating to her. It was a strange feeling because if she wanted, she could become the new boss of the bBurlesqueshow. That would be something amazing because she could truly run the business and get away from the sex trafficking ring. She thought about what she could make Marge do and she thought of a test idea. If Marge agreed to it, then she knew this woman would be very obedient to her. “Ok, here is something I would like to do. Can I feather your pussy until you cum?” she asked with a devious gleam in her eye.
“W-What? You want to feather my pussy? Um, that is a bit much, but…..” Marge started to say. She knew her pussy was very responsive to touch. She loved sex and whenever she was played with between her legs, it always brought out the best feelings. She was being asked to get feathered in that area, but it wasn’t from a position of strength, it would be a position of submission. She saw Rita’s eyes looking at the naked toes on her left foot and she swallowed hard. She knew what the answer would be, or she would suffer. “Sure!! You can feather my pussy! It is all yours. Make me cum! I am willing get feathered there, just please don’t tickle my feet.” she responded.
“So obedient! Ok, I will have to feather your pussy for sure. That was my test to see if you would be a woman of your word. Ok, how about this? I become co-owner of this business. I want to run this business and be in charge with you. I won’t take away your name, but I will be on equal footing as you. That sounds like a compromise, right?” Rita asked. She started to think she could do a lot of good if she had some power of the business itself. She wanted to run it all by herself, but she was setting Marge up for other things. She wanted to show her she could be somewhat merciful.
“Y-You want to be co-owner?? Really?” Marge asked in disbelief. Now, Rita was asking a lot. This was her business! This was something she worked so hard to build up and her dancer wanted to just come in and start running the business and take away her power. She felt a twinge of anger in her body, and she didn’t know if she could truly let that happen. “Um, that is something I am open to discussing. Once I get free, we can talk about you being co-owner, ok?” she answered.
“That’s not the deal. I guess you want more tickling….” Rita responded when she heard Marge give a non-committal answer. She softly zipped her finger up the length of the sole, going from the heel into that wide arch and off the ball of the foot. She saw the foot instantly start to spasm and a cruel smile formed on her face. These feet were definitely going to be horrifically ticklish.
“RITA!!! NOOOOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA DON’T TICKLE!!! DON’T TICKLE!!!!” Marge screamed as she felt that finger stroking up her foot. For the first time in years, someone was tickling her barefeet. The sensation was absolutely powerful, and she lost it. She would touch her own feet to clean them, and it tickled her. Now, that ticklish stroke was something she dreaded for so long. She moved her foot around rapidly as best as she could and just couldn’t believe the intensity.
“Hehehehe I really do love how ticklish you are. It is a beautiful thing.” Rita teased as she did another stroke on the foot. She had to wait for a few seconds when the foot was twisting and moving around, but once it settled, she did a stroke. Marge’s foot skin was quite tender, and it made sense. The woman didn’t go barefoot much. She did see the feet at times but was never in a position to touch them. Now, she could touch them as much as she wanted and there was nothing Marge could do. That shrill laughter excited her, and she had to keep tickling. She then grabbed the top of the foot with her left hand and did her best to hold it still. Then she took the fingers on her right hand and fluttered them up and down the sole to really give it a good tickle. “Kitchy Kitchy koo!!!” she taunted.
Marge felt her foot being grabbed and now fingers were moving up and down her foot with a light, fluttery touch. Her eyes nearly came out of her head and her entire body tensed up. It tickled like no other and she was now in pure ticklish agony. She screamed as loud as she could and then her eyes shut tight. That feeling was something like no other and what made it worse was that there was nothing she could do to stop it. The fingers were mainly on her arch, which was a very delicate area, and she was in sheer panic. She had to do something, or this would be absolutely brutal for her. “OK!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA OWNER!!! YOU CAN BE OWNER!!!!” she screamed.
“Owner? Hmmmm….I like that idea. I was hoping for co-owner, but if you are willing to let me be the boss, I think I can do that. We can change it to Rita Wade’s Burlesque show. Hehehe I like that.” Rita teased as she continued to move her fingers in a very soft touch on the bottom of that massive foot. She could feel how strong Marge was, but she still had a firm grip. She was still amazed by this powerful reaction. She only saw one person who reacted more strongly and that was Deputy Darby. That woman was more ticklish than Marge, but it wasn’t by much. She remembered the screaming laughter and Marge was definitely screaming just like Darby. She wondered how long it would take for Marge to break. She had battled her this entire time, but with the tickling of the foot, Marge was far more submissive. This was her chance to finally break the woman, and she was going to take advantage of it. “Will you be a dancer?” she followed up.
“YES!!!! HAHAHAHAHA YES!!! ANYTHING!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA DANCER!!! I WILL BE A HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH DANCER!!!!” Marge roared as the fingers never stopped moving. The ticklish feelings seemed to be getting worse, and she was already afraid of breaking completely. She really needed Rita not to spend much time on her feet. There was no way she could handle it. She was already agreeing to everything Rita said and that really got to her. Her ego was put away out of sheer desperation at this point.
UP NEXT: Marge is helpless and Darby breaks the cases wide open!
Ok fans, how did you like this chapter? Poor Becky. She had to be the test dummy, but she survived. hahahaha Things are really going to hit next chapter. This is the turning point of the series and there is a lot of things that set up the final run for this series. I really do appreciate all of you for being such loyal followers of this saga. It means the world to me that this entertains you and you look forward to it every week. Your comments are most welcomed and encouraged.
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PART 14
DARBY’S HOUSE
Ingrid was lying on the couch and watching as Darby and her friends were having a good time. She was completely tied up and helpless. They had wrapped rope all over her body, going from her shoulders, to under her breasts, across her stomach, hips, and her legs and ankles. She was still barefooted, and she still felt incredible shame. She couldn’t believe they had broken her and revealed the combination to her stash of jewels. As the women sat at the table and laughed while eating, she kept thinking about her failure and how her life was going to be from this point forward. She really did not want to go to jail but it appeared that it was her fate. Then her ears perked up and her pulse quickened when she heard what they were talking about.
“I am still blown away how you made her crack like that. What did you do to her toes again?” Rosa asked as they started to talk about what happened to Ingrid. It was a delightful time as she enjoyed the dinner made and how they all sat together. These women were very good people, and she was glad she met them. Even Kylie, who was a maid for Phoebe Wellington, was very brave, cordial and very articulate. Becky was very funny, and Darby was too. They talked about a lot of things, and eventually the conversation turned towards what they accomplished. She was curious about the different techniques that were used and figured she could learn them all.
“Well, it was something I learned from someone that we know. It is without a doubt the most devastating tickling method I have ever learned. So far, every time I see it applied, the person that received it absolutely lost their minds. If their toes are ticklish, it is the end of them for sure.” Darby boasted. It felt good knowing that something she learned from the queen of foot tickling was very effective and also very interesting. She was enjoying this evening with these ladies. She loved forming friendships and being around Rosa made her like her more. She already had a strong connection with Becky and loved being around Kylie. Now it was Rosa’s turn to get close to and create such a strong relationship with her.
“I mean, you just place your fingers between the toes and just move them around?” Rosa asked. She wanted to learn more about it and hoped Darby could teach her.
“Yeah, there is a way to move the fingers and then squeeze them together. It seems to bring out the worst ticklish sensations. It is the perfect way of finishing up a foot tickling moment. It seems like after all the initial tickling, that move will finish off even the toughest women. Even the great Thalia Laskaris felt the power of it. hehehe” Darby bragged. She felt really good about the method and took a lot of pride in it.
“Hey, can you show me? I want to see how it works. I want to try it.” Rosa asked. She started to feel excited because now she could use a method to break her target. La Diabla.
“You want me to show you? I guess that would be fun. But who would I demonstrate it on?” Darby asked. She felt proud to show her skills and teach someone else. She needed a foot to test and she looked at her friends.
“Why not Ingrid? Hehehe” Kylie suggested. She enjoyed watching Ingrid suffer and would love for her to suffer again. Deep down she knew Ingrid knew something about what happened to Phoebe and if she went through another round of torture, she could possibly admit it.
Ingrid heard those words, and she froze in fright. They were talking about demonstrating that toe technique and she was suggested as a test project. She had already endured that powerful sensation and if she went through it again, she didn’t know if she would ever be the same again. “No!! Please!!! Not again!!’ she cried out.
Darby heard the suggestion and heard Ingrid’s reaction. She would make a perfect test subject, but she also thought that the woman had gone through enough. If she did it again, then it really would be torture because she wasn’t doing it for any true reason. It was pure torment. “Naw, we can’t use Ingrid. We tortured her enough. It should be one of you. How about you, Rosa? You wanted to see it, but I think you should experience to understand how powerful it is.” she suggested.
Rosa felt her body shiver when she heard that she should be the test subject. She agreed with Darby that Ingrid shouldn’t be the test subject. That woman was tortured already and tickling her right now would be cruel. She looked over at Becky and Kylie and hoped that one of them would volunteer. “Um, I am just a learner. I think either Kylie or Becky should experience it.” she grinned.
“No way! You are not torturing my feet. Hehehe” Kylie laughed. She did not want her feet to feel that kind of intensity. She shook her head and looked over at Becky.
“I don’t think using me would be a good idea. I’m too ticklish for that. Besides, I experience it before with Gertrude and it still haunts me.” Becky responded and felt really nervous. She remembered when Gertrude applied that method to her toes and she immediately submitted. Having her feet tormented right now would drive her wild and she did not want to embarrass herself.
“Come on, Rosa. You asked to see it, so it should be you. Come on, put your foot in muh lap and I can demonstrate on you, then you can practice as well.” Darby said, then patted her lap for Rosa to put her foot on her lap. She felt a little excited because she was in the mood to tickle a foot again and Rosa seemed like she would be really ticklish. It would also be a good way to get some revenge for La Diabla since Rosa was looking for her.
Rosa felt nervous because it would make sense for her to feel that technique. She was the one to suggest it and it would be fair. Then she thought about who she wanted to practice on. After hearing Ingrid talk about Darby’s feet and how perfect they were, it would be fitting to touch those heroic feet and have her laughing her head off in her own home. She took a deep breath, then hunched over to begin to remove her boot. “Ok….I will try it. I guess it is fair.” she said as she tugged her boot off, revealing her brown socked foot.
Darby smiled when she saw the boot coming off Rosa’s right foot. She was going to get her hands on a helpless foot once again and have some tickling fun. She started to enjoy tickling feet. She was always tormented, so it felt good to participate as well. Her favorite pair of feet she ever tickled was her lover. Tickling La Diabla’s feet was like touching the Holy Grail. The outlaw was rarely tickled on her feet and knowing that she was one of the few who ever touched those feet, it made her feel proud. Now, she was going to have fun with Rosa. She saw the brown socked foot and she saw it being placed on her lap. She could see the sole of the sock and could tell this foot was nice. “I can take off your sock. Hehe” she smiled.
“Yeah, you can. I hope I am not making a mistake of letting you touch my toes. But I really want to see this technique and learn it. It might come in handy one day. Hehehe” Rosa giggled. She leaned back in her chair and prepared for her size 8 foot to get exposed and to be tickled. She felt Darby’s fingers starting to peel down her sock and she felt a rush of excitement and nervousness. The sock came off her ankle, then it slowly came off her heel. She looked at Darby’s face and could tell how amused she looked. Then the sock started to come off her arch and the moment of truth was coming. She knew how ticklish her feet were and having them tickled was going to be a lot.
Darby saw the light pink skin appearing when the sock came off the heel. As she continued to peel the sock off, the arch was exposed. The arch was low, and the foot appeared to be widening. The sock came off the ball of the foot and she slipped it off the toes. Now she could see the bare foot and was impressed. The ball of the foot was meaty, and the toes were medium length. The toes were thick with them descending in length. The big toe was chunky, and she saw the rest of the toes wiggling. That made her giggle, and it was time for some fun. “You have a very nice-looking foot, Rosa. Hehehe I bet you are very ticklish, am I right?” she teased.
“Hehehe yes, I am. I will admit it. You will be able to confirm that for sure in just a moment. Please be gentle. Hehe” Rosa giggled. She looked at her naked foot and wiggled her toes. She never thought she would show her foot to others when she came on this mission, but she was having a great time. Admitting she was ticklish to friends seemed ok. Everyone was having fun, and she did ask to see this method. Her nerves started to flare up and she braced herself for what was coming. “Ok, let’s get this over with.” she said, then held her breath and gripped the sides of her chair with her hands.
“Ok, so you carefully place your fingers in between the toes, like so….” Darby said, then placed the fingers of her left hand through the crevices of the toes and held them there. She could already feel the foot trembling and knew this foot was going to be really ticklish. She looked up at Rosa’s face and saw her trying to hold in her giggles. That made her giggle, and she looked over at both Kylie and Becky and they were very amused. “…then when they are in place like this, you want to close your fingers a bit, then just start squeezing. Like this….” she said, then started squeezing her fingers together.
“WHAT THE HELL???? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH MY GOODNESS!!! THAT TICKLES!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Rosa exploded in laughter. It was already nerve wracking when the fingers got in between her toes, and now that she felt those squeezes on her toes, she lost it. She couldn’t hold back her laughter at all, and she went nuts. She started to pull her foot away, then noticed Darby grabbing her ankle and holding her foot still. That really made her laugh because Darby was going to tickle her for a little bit. “HAHAHAHAAHAHAH LET GO!!! HAHAHAHA MERCY!!! I GIVE UP!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she wailed in laughter.
Darby loved the feeling of power she had over Rosa’s foot right now. She loved that reaction and gave a few more squeezes. She wanted to press further into this woman’s toes to send a message, and she thought about La Diabla. This was for her because there had to be some kind of misunderstanding. She saw that tortured look on Rosa’s face and it amused her. She then decided to stop because it was a simple demonstration, not a torture session. She pulled her fingers free of those thick toes and let go of the ankle. The foot immediately came off her lap and she smiled. “How did that feel?” she asked.
Rosa felt incredible relief once those fingers left her toes. The sensations she felt were very intense and she was very happy it was over. She removed her foot from Darby’s lap and immediately wanted to get her sock and boot back on. “Wow, that was so intense! Once you started, I just couldn’t stand it. That was very intense! I am glad it is over. Hehe” she giggled.
“Yes, it is pretty devastating. That was just the start. Your foot wasn’t already tickled before, so you can imagine how bad it would be if you were already tickled. Now you can see why Ingrid gave up that combination. Hehehe” Darby joked, then looked over at Ingrid.
Ingrid felt a chill in her body when she heard Rosa exploding in laughter. It was nice to see her suffering a little and she did enjoy looking at her naked foot. But the memory of having that toe technique done to her still lived within her. It was truly agonizing and seeing someone else suffer, it made her understand that giving up the combination was something she was forced to do.
“Oh yes, I NEED to learn this technique for sure. Now, it is MY turn. Hehehe I want to practice it now.” Rosa said with excitement. After putting her sock and boot back on, she was ready to test out this new skill. She looked at Darby and figured revenge would be perfect. “So, Darby, take off your boot and sock and let me practice on you. It is only fair, right?” she requested.
Darby immediately got nervous when Rosa asked her to practice on her. She knew just how devastating that move was and her feet were already feeling very sensitive from being in boots all day long. She did not want to have to endure that kind of torture in her own home. She smiled a little and looked at Rosa. “Naw, it can’t be me. I have to observe you and make sure your fingers are in the right place. If it is muh foot, then I won’t be able to see if it was done right.” she said with a huge smile.
“It SHOULD be you! Hehehe I am sure I can figure it out. Come on, let’s see your foot.” Rosa requested, then motioned her hand for Darby to put her foot on her lap. She could tell Darby had big feet and after hearing Ingrid talk about them, she was really anxious to get her hands on them.
“I really shouldn’t. I am the teacher right now and the teacher can’t be tickled” Darby said, trying every excuse she could think of to avoid having her foot tickled. She then looked over at Becky and grinned. Since Becky was her apprentice, she figured she should be the one to endure this move. “I think it should be muh apprentice. Becky, can you give Rosa your foot please?” she asked.
Becky’s jaw dropped when she heard Darby volunteering her. She witnessed how Rosa just reacted and how Ingrid suffered. If it happened to her, it would be embarrassing because she would definitely lose control. When Gertrude did it to her, it really made her submit rather quickly. She knew she was an apprentice but prayed that Darby would choose Kylie instead. “Why me? I think it should be Kylie. Muh feet are too ticklish right now and I would go crazy.” she suggested.
Kylie looked over at Becky with a shocked face. She just got volunteered to have her foot tickled and that was not going to happen. It made her want to tie Becky down right now, strip her naked and have her ticklish and sexual ways with her. “Oh no! YOU are the apprentice here. Deputy Becky, your commanding officer gave you an order. Hehehe Give her your foot.” she told her with a sly smile.
Becky started to feel shy because it was going to be her foot that was about to suffer. Kylie had a point. Darby was her commanding officer and even though they were off duty, she had a feeling it was going to come down to her. She looked at her mentor who had a huge smile on her face. “Do I have to do this?” she asked shyly.
Darby could tell Becky was shy about showing her foot and being tickled. She wished it didn’t have to happen to her, but it was either her or Becky. She definitely did not want to be roaring in laughter, so unfortunately Becky had to take her place. “Yes, muh apprentice. I do appreciate you for taking part in this demonstration. Now, place your foot in her lap and we can get started.“ she said.
Becky took a deep breath and looked over at a very happy-looking Rosa. She leaned forward and started to slide her left boot off her foot, exposing her white sock. She felt herself trembling because she knew how sensitive her feet were. She looked down at her sock and knew her foot was in ticklish danger. She didn’t want Rosa to take off her sock because that would make her feel helpless. She took another deep breath and then started to peel her sock off. “Ok, here goes nothin’….” she said with great apprehension.
Rosa looked at Becky taking off her boot and now she was taking off her sock. She felt her heart beating faster and was really excited to get this opportunity. She wished it was Darby’s foot, but Becky would do just fine. She saw the sock come off and now she could see that naked foot. She saw the top of the foot and could tell it was a large foot. She could see the natural trimmed nails and the toes had some good length to them. Then she watched with great anticipation as the foot lifted off the floor and was now placed in her lap. Her eyes saw the bottom of the left foot and she thought it looked impressive. Before this day she never really thought about how feet looked, but after seeing Ingrid’s and now Becky’s, she was discovering an appreciation for the beauty of a woman’s foot. The skin on Becky’s feet was a light pink and the skin looked soft. She felt herself trembling and now it was time to have some fun. “Ok, what do I do now?” she asked.
Darby moved her chair next to Rosa’s, and she could see Becky’s left sole. She always did like how Becky’s feet looked. She remembered the first time she ever saw them. She was testing Becky out during an obstacle course, and she took off her boots and socks when her apprentice was stuck in a barrel. She tickled those helpless feet, and it was a fun bonding moment. Now, she was going to listen to poor Becky laugh her head off because she knew just how ticklish she was. “Ok, go ahead and put her fingers between her toes. Yes, that’s it. Just like that. Good!” she said as she watched Rosa place the fingers of her right hand between Becky’s long toes.
“Oooh, she has soft toes! Hehehe You have a pretty foot, Becky!” Rosa complimented. She looked over at Becky and could tell just how nervous she was. She experienced that same feeling moments ago and wondered just how badly Becky would scream. She looked over at Kylie who had the largest smile on her face. She thought it was funny, and she had to giggle herself. “You seem excited, Kylie. You look like you want to see her suffer. Hehehe” she joked.
“Hehehehe this is going to be funny to see! She does have a cute foot. I hope you do a great job on her.” Kylie grinned. She stared at those fingers between the toes and wished it was her hand. She absolutely loved tickling Becky’s feet and her desire to do it again grew. She still thought about that night in the Wellington mansion recently where she seduced and sexually dominated poor Becky. She tickled her all over and made her have a huge orgasm. She licked her lips and couldn’t wait to hear Becky roar.
Ingrid watched this entire moment with great anticipation. She was grateful that they were not going to torture her again. She did like the idea of Becky being tickled again. She really enjoyed tickling Becky and would love to do it again. She also knew that she had to remain quiet because if she said anything, they might come back and torture her again.
“Ok, now that you got your fingers there. Now, slowly press them together and then…..squeeze.” Darby instructed. She hoped Rosa would get it right the first time because she didn’t want to torture Becky too long.
“Ok…like……this?” Rosa said, then started to squeeze her fingers. She looked at Becky and saw this wild look in her eyes and she knew what was about to happen.
“OH MUH GAWD!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOO!!! THAT TICKLES!!!!” Becky screamed as she felt those fingers squeezing her toes. The sheer intensity of it drove her wild and she started to shake wildly in her chair. She felt those squeezes pulsating on her toes and she lost it. There was just no way to prepare for something like this, and she just screamed.
“Ooooh!!!! This is fun!” Rosa said as she squeezed her fingers over and over again. She heard that reaction and loved it. She felt like she had just discovered a new toy and wanted to keep playing with it. She looked at her fingers and those toes and loved how it made Becky lose her mind.
“MERCY!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH GAWD MERCY!!!!!” Becky laughed. She started to pull her foot away, but those fingers were still interlocked with her toes. She started to beg because the sensations were so overwhelming.
“Ok, you can stop torturing poor Becky now. Hehehe” Darby giggled. She saw Rosa performing the technique properly and she felt proud that she had taught someone a new thing.
Rosa pulled her fingers out from Becky’s toes, and she felt a rush flowing through her body. She saw Becky now holding her bare foot and she knew she had just learned a devastating new tickle method. She looked over at Darby and smiled. “That was amazing! Wow, that really is a powerful weapon. Hehehe I look forward to using it again!” she said with a thrill in her voice.
“hehehe yes, it is a very powerful thing. I am glad you enjoyed yourself. Now remember, use it for good. Not torturing deputies. Hehehe” Darby joked. She heard laughter amongst her friends, and it felt good to have some fun. She looked at poor Becky who was still trying to recover and was massaging her toes. “hehe are you ok, muh apprentice? I do thank you for being such a trooper.” she told her.
Becky rubbed her toes, doing anything she could to take away those ticklish feelings. She heard Darby thanking her and she did feel appreciated. She was also very relieved it was over, and she then started to put her sock back on. “I am glad I was able to help ya. That was really ticklish. I was goin’ crazy. Hehehe” she giggled.
“Thank you, Becky. I really do appreciate you for letting me tickle your toes like that. I am really excited to learn this method and you helped me. I hope you are not mad at me for tickling you like that. I can rub your feet if you like to make you feel better.” Rosa offered. She did love Becky for volunteering, and she wanted to make sure she was comfortable. She would sometimes give Lorena Navarro foot massages, so she figured she would help soothe Becky.
Becky started to blush a little when she heard those words of appreciation from Rosa. She was happy that she helped her, even though that tickled her a lot. She heard the offer of a foot massage and even though it sounded nice, she still did not to have her feet exposed again. She felt a little embarrassed by her outburst of laughter and did not want to potentially get tickled on her feet again. “Thank ya for yer words. I am glad I was able to help ya. I think I am ok with the massage. Maybe next time. Hehe” she responded.
“Ok ladies, that was a fun demonstration. I don’t know about you, but I am getting tired. It has been a really long day. Let me help prepare you all for your sleeping arrangements. Becky, you can stay with me in muh bed. Rosa and Kylie, I will get you some bedding. I guess we can put Ingrid on the floor or something. I will try to make her comfortable as possible but also keep her tied up. In the morning, she goes to jail.” Darby told the group. She stood up from her chair and stretched. She saw the others standing up and they were all stretching. She then went over to Ingrid along with Becky and lifted Ingrid off the couch and carried her over to a space on the floor. She watched as Rosa put down a blanket, so Ingrid could sleep on something soft. Once she laid her down, she also tied her bound ankles to a chair. She did not want Ingrid to somehow worm her way out of her home. If she tried, the chair would make noise and everyone would be alerted.
Becky helped everyone get their bedding ready and she opened up a cot and put a blanket down on the cot. Once everything was set up, she watched as Kylie took the couch and Rosa took the cot. They all said goodnights to each other, and she followed Darby into her bedroom. She thought it was such an honor to be sleeping in her mentor’s bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed and sighed. It was an eventful day, and she was elated that everything turned out wonderful. “Darby today was a really good day. Thank ya for capturing the thief. It means a lot and for making her talk. I think all the women in Plotsville will love ya even more. Ya really are a hero to us all. I am really glad I am yer apprentice, and I want to keep learnin’ from ya.’ she told her, then slipped off her boots.
Darby felt a sense of pride hearing Becky compliment her. She knew what it meant for her to have Ingrid captured. She really hoped this could be a turning point for Becky and lead her to becoming a deputy. She placed her left hand on Becky’s right knee and smiled. “You are doing great, Becky. You are the one who captured Ingrid. You are the one who helped make her confess and tomorrow, we will finally be able to get some justice to the women who were tormented by her. That includes you. Ingrid put you through a lot and I hope her being in jail will bring you some much-needed joy. You are truly talented, and I am grateful that you are muh apprentice.” she told her.
Becky felt her emotions rising as she heard Darby’s kind words. It meant everything to her that Darby had faith in her. She always looked up to her and just being here with her meant the world. She reached over and hugged her tightly. She really loved her and wanted to thank her for everything she has ever done for her. “Thank ya. Ya are really the best. Plotsville and muhself will always be grateful to ya. I promise ya, I will be the best partner ya have ever seen.” she told her.
“I know you will. I will always be proud of you. Tomorrow is a big day for us. So, let’s get some sleep.” Darby said with a proud smile on her face. She knew the next day was going to be a big one and she really hoped that Becky could finally get the recognition she deserved and become a deputy. She removed her boots and started to get undressed. Once she got into her pajamas, she got under the blankets and looked at Becky getting comfortable. She smiled at her, turned off the lantern and went to sleep.
EARLY MORNING – TRAFFICKING FACILTY
Sylvia walked through the facility, and she felt a little excited. Everything was going according to plan and today was another important day. It was time to scout for railroad cars and their surroundings. She needed to find a train that could safely board with others undetected and head back to Mexico. Once the first auction was done, she planned to kidnap Darby and head off to Mexico. Her mission would be finished by setting up the sex slave operation and then she could focus on Thalia and Christos Andino’s revenge against the red headed deputy. She planned to take La Diabla with her this morning because the outlaw did have some great talents. She would leave Pilar and Maria back here to guard the slaves since the burlesque dancers left for the night. They still had a business to run. She walked through the facility and then saw La Diabla sitting in a chair and looking impatient. She knew she didn’t want to be here, but she still had to be useful. She approached her and smiled. “Good morning, La Diabla. I hope you slept well.” she smiled.
La Diabla heard Sylvia’s voice, and she grimaced. She hated being at this place and wished she could go back to Mexico, find her mother, kill Priscilla and then go back to being on vacation. She witnessed the torture of another innocent woman, and she felt terrible for her. She tortured women herself but it was a one-time thing. She never wanted to make someone sex slave ever again after nearly being one herself twice. She always thought about her experiences in Santa Selena and Ciudad Del Reina. The idea of being some sex toy to some brute of a man was a lot to digest. It also made her change her mind about a woman she had as a sex slave for a year, Francine. She had kidnapped that woman after the battle against Madam Olivia and made her a sex slave to just her, not to the other men in El Guapo’s gang. She tormented Francine daily. After the battle against Thalia, she found Francine again and let her go. She did not want to torment that woman anymore. She still felt bad about it in hindsight. The screams of the latest victim bothered her, and she really wanted to leave this place. She knew she couldn’t because word would get back to Priscilla and her mother would be harmed. She looked at Sylvia and saw that smile. La Diabla did not want to be friends with her and wished she could just choke her out. She knew she had to be cordial to her as well as two of Priscilla’s minions, Pilar and Maria. “I slept ok. This place is not exactly comfortable.” she replied.
“I know. I would rather sleep in a hotel bed at least. But it will do. Are you ready for today? We got some work to do.” Sylvia told the outlaw.
“I suppose so. You want to look at trains and their destinations, right?” La Diabla responded. She knew that finding a train to depart back to Mexico was crucial. Even though she wanted no part of this entire thing, she knew she also had to be careful still. If she was discovered in these parts, she would surely go to jail and that would be the end of her life forever. So, finding an escape route without no one discovering them was very important. She wondered what Sylvia’s mission was and hoped it wasn’t too bad.
“Right. It will be just me and you. Pilar and Maria will stay back. The burlesque dancers will be here later. They will probably bring another victim. It makes our lives easier. We don’t have to kidnap anyone and risk being discovered. Although I do have someone I want to kidnap. Hehehe It will be a lot of fun for me.” Sylvia said with a smile.
“Who do you have to kidnap?” La Diabla asked. She remembered that Sylvia had a target but didn’t know who it was. She wondered if she had to help her in that kidnapping as well.
“You’ll see. In due time, you will see. Now, ready to go?” Sylvia asked. She felt some excitement in her body because she knew once La Diabla found out that Darby was the target, it would surely hurt her. That would be a sweet moment because Christos and Thalia wanted some revenge on her as well.
“Yeah, let’s go. I need to get away from this place anyway. Their crying is bothering me.” La Diabla said, then got up from her chair. She could hear the soft cries of the women who were trapped in this place. It was a sad thing for her because their lives were ruined, and she had to participate in it. She followed Sylvia out of the building and prepared herself mentally to conduct this mission. She hated every moment of it, but she knew she had to do the job well in order to save her mother.
EARLY MORNING – BURLESQUE BUILDING
Rita followed Marge into the Burlesque showroom and felt nervous. After returning to their hotel rooms after leaving the trafficking location, she could barely sleep. Marge was very quiet on the way back to Plotsville. She wondered what she was thinking and prayed that she woke up in a good mood this morning. She couldn’t sleep because all she thought about was Becky. Marge wanted to kidnap the young woman and make her a sex slave. She did not think Becky deserved that fate and it would be because she was friends with her. She wished Marge never found out and she was relieved she didn’t know that she and Becky had a sexual encounter. That would have sealed Becky’s fate for sure. She wondered if she should beg Marge not to do anything to her friend. She wondered if she could stand up to her and prevent her from doing such a terrible thing. Rita knew her feelings for Becky were real and she had to do something to get her to let Becky live her life. She walked into the backroom with Marge, and she felt her hands trembling. This was the moment of truth, and she felt her mouth go dry.
Marge walked into the backroom of the Burlesque show building and felt good. She went to sleep with a clear conscience and looked forward to this new day. After witnessing some random woman get tickle tortured into sex slavery the previous night, she looked forward to sending another. She wanted to capture as many sex slaves as possible, so the auction could happen, and she could make a lot of money. They had four women captured already, and Priscilla Montenegro requested ten women to have the first auction. She hoped to meet Priscilla because she sounded like a woman that was very ruthless and was dominant. Now, it was time to settle a matter with her favorite dancer. It was still an emotional toll on her to punish Rita, but it had to be done. Everything had to be perfect to make that large sum of money. If it meant punishing her girls, then she would do it. She sauntered her way to the bed and sat down. She could tell Rita was very worried and now it was time to finish what she started. “Have a seat. It is time to talk.” she instructed.
“Marge, I---” Rita tried to say before she saw Marge’s hand go into the air, preventing her from continuing.
“Don’t say anything. Just sit down next to me and we can get started.” Marge said with a calm voice. She watched as Rita took a seat on her right, and they were both sitting on the edge of the bed. She knew Rita was an emotional wreck. She wrapped her right arm around the shoulders and hugged her dancer tight. “You know why we need to have a discussion, right?” she asked.
Rita felt Marge’s embrace and she felt extremely nervous. The atmosphere was tense, and she could barely keep her composure. She couldn’t even look at her boss because she was very intimidated by her at this moment. She heard the question posed to her and she nodded her head affirmatively. “Yes, I know why. I just—” she tried to say before being interrupted again.
“Don’t say anything. I want you to listen.” Marge commanded. She felt her power growing and had to discipline her dancer. The more she laid in bed thinking about the overall business, the more controlling she felt. She had to keep a tight grip on things, or they could all go to jail. She wished Rita could be more like Ingrid, who was very good at her crimes and wouldn’t dare do anything that would jeopardize their entire criminal operation. “You were punished yesterday, and I noticed you haven’t been right since. I was hoping you would come back to your regular self. Rita, you have been involved in what we do for a very long time. I just don’t understand why you are all of the sudden compassionate towards these women. I didn’t like the way you acted when we had Donna, and I noticed last night you were not having fun. What is going on with you?” she asked.
“I don’t know. I…..I guess it is because we are doing something very terrible to these women. Like I said before, when we robbed them, it was fun. They didn’t remember anything, and they could go on with the rest of their lives. But now, these women are going to live a terrible life going forward. Don’t you feel bad for them? You are a woman of love, Marge. I see how you care for all of us, so why do you have to do something as terrible as sex slavery?” Rita asked. She felt herself getting emotional. She really didn’t want to be part of the sex trafficking operation and hoped somehow Marge could separate from that business.
“It is not that simple, Rita. You know why we are in it to begin with. Ingrid was captured by Sylvia. That could have destroyed us all. But Sylvia invited us to help her run that ring, and it also gives us a lot of money. More than we had ever seen! Is it cruel to send these women to their doom? Of course. But it is either they go to sex slavery, or we go to prison. I don’t know about you, but I like walking freely.” Marge responded.
“I guess that is true, but it is still heartbreaking. I know Sylvia has us under her control, but I can’t help it. I hope we can somehow get away from it all.” Rita said, then hung her head down. She felt shame for being a part of the sex trafficking ring and was letting her feelings out.
“Yes, we have to do what she says whether we like it or not. Which brings me to my next subject. We are in this mess because Ingrid was caught. It forced our hand. Just like what YOU did is forcing my hand again. You know Rita, I am very protective of my business. I have a very successful Burlesque show, and we make a lot of money. We have a very successful crime operation with us robbing people in this very same room and Ingrid doing her thieving magic. We cannot afford to make mistakes. I like freedom. We were very fortunate Ingrid was caught by someone who is a criminal, so we were saved. But YOUR mistake is a lot more difficult. Out of all the people to be friends with you became friends with someone from law enforcement? That has to be the stupidest mistake ever!” Marge said. Now she felt her anger growing again as she thought about the risk Rita put them all in. She had punished her dancer physically, now she wanted to punish her emotionally and mentally again. She removed her arm from the shoulders and prepared to tear into her.
“Marge, I said I am sorry. You punished me enough yesterday. Please, I am sorry.” Rita said in a low voice. She was starting to feel her sadness increasing and prayed for the best. The way Marge sounded, it appeared that more bad things were about to happen.
“You haven’t been punished enough! Rita, you could get us thrown in prison! Did you really have to have feelings for Becky Lockhart?” Marge told her with anger in her voice. Now she felt her rage returning and it was time for more punishment.
“What? I-I don’t have feelings for her.” Rita denied. She didn’t want Marge to know how she felt because it would only endanger Becky more.
“I am not stupid, Rita. You know that better than anyone. I know you have feelings for her. I can tell by your emotional reactions. You are smitten with that moron. Which is why I am so angry. We CANNOT HAVE THIS!!! So, I made my decision. We are going to kidnap Becky Lockhart, and we are going to make her a sex slave. It is the only way to ensure that you won’t have loose lips after she finishes eating your pussy.” Marge told her. She was very angry again and wanted Rita to feel it. She knew having Becky as a sex slave would end the immediate threat of being discovered.
Rita looked at Marge with a shocked look. She just heard that Becky was going to be kidnapped, then tortured into being a sex slave. Her jaw dropped and she just could not believe it. “What? Marge, you can’t!!! She didn’t do anything!” she yelled back.
“Did any of them? Except for Donna, the rest of them are what you call innocent. So, there is no difference. That is my decision. Becky Lockhart will be a sex slave.” Marge told her. She loved the look on Rita’s face and knew she had to be in anguish. She really did not want to punish Rita like this, but it was the best move she could do at this time.
Rita felt her heart dropping knowing that Becky was a target now. She thought about how her friend would be tied down, stripped naked and tickle tortured until she broke. Then she would be shaved and forced to orgasm in front of everyone. She thought about how humiliated Becky would be, and how much she would suffer. She could see that look of dominance in Marge’s eyes and she was horrified. “Marge! Please! You can’t do this to her! I am willing to capture anyone else, but not her!!!” she pleaded.
“Like I told you, you have feelings for her. Listen to yourself. You want to save her. That is EXACTLY WHY I want to kidnap her and break her. She is affecting my best dancer, and I need you to get back on track. You could send us all to jail and I am not going to let that happen. In fact, if you want to get back in my good graces, then you will be the one to lure her back here and we can take care of the rest.” Marge told her. She knew that she had to use Rita to lure unsuspecting Becky to this backroom, then they could overpower the apprentice and then transport her to the trafficking location. She wondered how ticklish Becky was and how sensual her body was. The more she thought about it, the more turned on she got.
Rita stood up and looked at her boss. She was appalled that she had to be the one to lure Becky to her doom. She felt her emotions boiling because she had a decision to make. She could either save Becky from sex slavery doom, or she could hurt her fellow dancers and end the entire operation. It was a hard decision because the dancers were like her family. They were all close and protected one another. Now, she felt that all could end just because of her feelings for the young woman. She didn’t know what to do. She didn’t want to go to prison either, but she just could not let Becky suffer like that. She then got down on her knees and clasped her hands together. She felt the need to beg Marge to change her mind. This was something she just could not do. “Marge, look at me. I am on my hands and knees, BEGGING you to not do this. Please, I will do anything. I don’t want to hurt Becky. She doesn’t deserve that fate. She is kind and has such a big heart. Let’s pick someone else. I will kidnap them myself and torture them. Please, just not Becky. Please.” she begged.
“Just like I said, you have feelings for that moron. That is why she needs to be the next target. We have to eliminate her. We can’t afford you having loose lips. So, you WILL lure her here, and you WILL help me capture her. Only then will you be forgiven.” Marge said, then stood up. She felt her anger rising and could see the anguish on Rita’s face. Knowing that Rita had feelings for Becky made her determined to take care of the apprentice. It was the only way. She moved towards Rita and was going to make sure she followed through with her orders. It appeared that she might need more punishment and persuading. “Come here! It looks like you need another lesson….” she threatened.
Rita felt her heart breaking when she heard the order to kidnap Becky. It was too much for her to handle because even though she loved her fellow dancers, kidnapping Becky would be too much. She saw Marge approaching her and she had that gleam in her eyes. That meant that she intended to punish her again. She did not want to go through any more humiliating tickle torture, so she raised her hands and prepared to defend herself. “Marge! No! You are not going to punish me! You are not going to kidnap Becky! It is wrong!” she yelled.
Marge had a wry smile on her face when she saw Rita’s hands in the air. She wanted to grab her and toss her to the bed, so she could spank her, and then tickle her all over again. This time, she was going to really punish Rita. She was going to tear out a few orgasms and tickle her without any mercy. She reached her hands forward to grab her dancer and then throw her onto the bed. “COME HERE NOW!” she growled.
Rita saw Marge’s hands coming towards her and her emotions got the best of her. She was not going to be punished again, and she had to get out of this room. She lunged her body forward and her hands landed on Marge’s chest, and she shoved the taller woman backwards. It was an unexpected move and caught Marge off balance. She saw the taller woman falling down and she screamed at her. “NO!!!!! YOU WILL NOT TOUCH ME!!!!” she yelled.
Marge did not expect Rita to push her, and she lost her balance. She fell backwards and she felt her ass hit the floor first and then her back and then the back of her head hit the hardwood floor with a loud thud. The pain seared through her body, and she felt lightheaded. She saw an angry Rita standing there, and then she closed her eyes as she was stunned.
Rita saw Marge fall and hit her head on the floor. Then she saw her closing her eyes and she just realized her boss just got knocked silly. She didn’t appear completely out as she saw the body moving a little. That absolutely shocked her that she managed to push back against Marge. Now she was on the ground and barely moving. Her emotions got the best of her, and she wanted to leave. She wanted to leave this building and just get away from it all. Her emotions were in a tailspin and then she remembered Becky. She thought about that sweet face and her innocent persona. Even if she left, Becky would still be in danger. She had to prevent that from happening. She felt the urge to convince Marge that kidnapping Becky was wrong and she had to stop her. Then an idea came to her mind. The only way to convince Marge to not go after her was the same way Marge wanted to convince her to get Becky. Rita’s heart was beating out of her chest because no one had ever done what she was thinking to Marge. She was such a dominant woman that no one even dared to tie her down and play with her body. Even when they were having a sexual moment with her, Marge was always on top and dominated everything. She couldn’t believe she was thinking this way, but this was no ordinary situation. She had to stop Marge from going after Becky and perhaps that was the only way how. “I got to make her not go after her!” she thought to herself.
“My head….” Marge moaned and felt herself drifting in and out of consciousness. She moaned in pain a little and felt the urge to just sleep. She had hit her head pretty hard and now she felt her body go motionless. Just before she closed her eyes, she saw Rita looking down at her and then blackness.
Rita saw Marge go limp and she was still stunned. She also knew she had to act fast. She grabbed Marge’s hands, and using all of her strength, managed to get her boss in an upright sitting position. She then used her strength to get Marge up and dragged her a little towards the bed. Marge was much heavier than everyone else. She then lifted her up from behind and grunted as she managed to get her body onto the bed. She felt tired already and her arms were tingling from using so much energy. She then went over and lifted the ankles from the floor and then moved them over to the bed. Once Marge was on the bed, she pushed her towards the middle of it. She took a moment to catch her breath because lifting a person’s dead weight was a lot harder than it looked. Marge was a big woman, and she was heavy when she was out of it. She thought about what she was about to do, and her eyes got watery. She had to save Becky, so she was going to persuade her boss in the most humiliating way to not go after her. She surmised that this way was better than any painful way. She had tickled many victims herself, so tickling Marge shouldn’t be too hard. It would be weird because even though the dancers knew Marge was ticklish, she was never really tickled. It usually happened by accident. She then knew she had to act fast. If Marge woke up, she would surely be in a rage and probably try to physically harm her. She went over to the nearby drawers and pulled out the ropes. These ropes were the same ones they used when tying up a victim to rob them after they drank the potion. She even thought about making Marge drink the potion so she could have brain fog. The only problem with that would be she would forget she was not to go after Becky. She wanted her to remember. “I got to get her tied up. Come on, Rita, you can’t waste time. This has to be done.” she told herself.
Rita looked at the beautiful blue dress Marge was wearing and knew she had to get it off. She started to unbutton the front of the dress. She felt her hands trembling as she got button after button undone. She managed to finish and now it was about slipping this dress off. It took a lot of effort, but she managed to get the dress off the body and now Marge was lying on the bed in her bra, underwear, stockings and her long, black leather boots. She put the dress onto the floor next to the bed and then started to tug on the left boot. As she pulled on the boot, she looked at Marge’s unconscious face. It looked so beautiful, and she felt her heart shattering because it all came down to this. She knew after this there was no turning back and wondered how their relationship would move forward. She pulled the boot off and Marge’s size 11 foot was now vulnerable. The dark black stocking concealed the foot, and she went over to the right boot and started to pull on it. As it came off, she kept thinking what her next move was going to be. Rita wondered if she had to leave the Burlesque show and move somewhere else. Her entire life was about to change, and it was being done to save a woman she was very fond of. The boot slipped off and now she had Marge completely vulnerable. She grabbed the ropes and went to work. She tied one of the ropes around the wrists and then lifted the wrists over the head and tied them to the headboard. She could see Marge’s armpits, and she was really vulnerable right now. She then tied each ankle to the side of the bed frame and forced her legs to be spread wide open. This was the typical way they tied their victims, and Marge was now one of them. She sat down on the bed between the legs and looked at her sleeping friend. She felt her eyes watering because she was about to inflict torture on her, but she had to save Becky and potentially many others from a cruel fate. She then gently touched Marge’s cheek to wake her up. “Marge…..wake up.” she whispered.
Marge felt something touching her and she started to come to. Her head was still aching, but she was waking up. Her cheek was being touched tenderly, and she heard a soft voice telling her to wake up. Her eyes fluttered open and she saw Rita’s face through her hazy eyes. It was such a beautiful face, and she smiled. She started to wake up more and then she tried to move her body. That’s when she was shocked because she could not move her arms or her legs. “What the hell?” she muttered.
Rita saw Marge coming back to the land of consciousness and she felt extremely nervous. This was the moment. This was the moment her boss was going to suffer the same fate so many other victims had endured in this very bed. The same place that she endured a humiliating punishment from Marge just the day before. She didn’t know how to feel. She felt what she was doing was the right thing, but it was going to be emotionally painful doing it. “Marge, are you ok?” she asked.
Marge was now fully awake, and she tried to move around. It absolutely shocked her that she was immobile and now she looked at Rita’s face. She could tell how sad she was, and it dawned on her that she had tied her up! She looked at her legs and saw that she was tied down and spread eagled. Her arms and wrists were above her head, and she recognized this position. Her victims that were robbed were in the same position and now she was. She felt her rage returning and if she got free, she was going to destroy the very woman that was sitting between her outstretched legs. “WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!!! WHAT IS THIS???” she demanded.
“Marge, please. Just listen.” Rita said, her voice cracking with emotion. She could see Marge straining to get herself free and she was very happy that she tied her down tight. She knew how to tie ropes and with someone as strong as Marge, she had to double make sure she was trapped.
“LISTEN??? OH, YOU BITCH!!! YOU ARE GOING TO PAY FOR THIS!! I DEMAND THAT YOU FREE ME! I AM REALLY GOING TO PUNISH YOU NOW!!!” Marge screamed at the top of her lungs. She was very angry that Rita would dare do something like this to her. It was unbelievable that they were at this point in their lives. She tried to pull her limbs free but couldn’t. She had no idea what Rita intended to do to her, but if she ever got free, she was going to surely make her pay.
“Marge!!! You gave me no choice. You were going to torture me again and I wasn’t going to let that happen. Plus, you wanted me to kidnap Becky, and I just can’t do that. I hope your head is ok. You took a nasty fall.” Rita told her. She was in so much emotional turmoil because deep down, she loved Marge. She always admired her, and they were good friends. They shared secrets with each other. They consoled each other whenever something terrible happened in their lives. They had a lot of fun with each other and the other dancers. They even had a few sexual interactions. Now, they were enemies at this very moment. She had to do this to save others.
Marge heard the emotion in Rita’s voice, and she felt her own emotions starting to grow. It was surreal that they were even in this position when just two days ago, they were having a good time with each other. She saw the look of sadness and heard those words. Rita was trying to stop her from kidnapping Becky. It told her just how deep Rita’s feelings were for the deputy’s apprentice. It justified in her mind why she had to kidnap Becky and torture her. She felt her heart race and her entire body was in a rage. She had to get out of this trap and truly make Rita suffer. “Rita, listen to me. What you are doing to me is not right and you know it. You know why I have to do what I have to do to Becky. You have too many feelings for her. You are jeopardizing your family for this one woman! Use your common sense! If you were in my position and one of the dancers could wind up getting us sent to prison because her pussy was eaten, how would you react? WE HAVE NO CHOICE!!!” she yelled.
“That’s where you are wrong Marge. We DO have a choice. You don’t have to kidnap her. You don’t have to torture her and make her a sex slave. You should trust me. That’s what this really comes down to. Don’t you trust me?” Rita asked. She saw Marge squirming in her bonds, and she felt herself getting angry. The more she thought about what Marge wanted to do to Becky, the more upset she became.
Marge reflected on Rita’s words, and she admitted to herself she had a point. It would come down to trust. Her entire rationale for going after Becky was based on her thinking that Rita would tell Becky about the crimes they committed during a passionate moment between them. If she could trust Rita, then she wouldn’t have to worry. But she also knew how susceptible Rita was once she had feelings for someone. A memory came to her mind as she thought about her trust. “Rita, you say that, but do you remember that man back in New Orleans? He ate your pussy so well, you told him about us playing with people after the show. We were never supposed to tell anyone about our additional shows unless they were going to be victims themselves. You even told me it was because you liked the guy and thought it would thrill him. So, what is different now? I know you like that idiot and I bet if she were to make you cum hard, you would let it slip.” she told her.
Rita remembered the incident Marge was referring to and it was something she almost let slip. She got angrier because she didn’t betray any trust and she wasn’t going to admit crimes to people. “Marge, that was different! He had no idea what we were going to do back there. I can’t believe you brought that up. You really don’t trust me? Do you really think I would jeopardize everyone because you think I have loose lips after an orgasm?” she asked.
“Yes, I don’t trust you. Is that what you want to hear? I don’t trust you when you start to have feelings for someone. Becky is not the brightest person in the world. You could slip up and she could go tell Darby or someone. Rita, let me go right now. You let me go and I promise your punishment will not be severe. In fact, I won’t punish you at all. Let me go.” Marge asked. The longer this conversation went, the more nervous she got. She did not want to be tied up and helpless. She did not want to be vulnerable, and she struggled to get herself free.
“I can’t Marge. Unless you promise me that you will not go after her. She is not an idiot. She is a very kind, sweet young lady who just wants to do good things in life. Maybe if you got to know her you would see how beautiful she really is.” Rita said with her voice filling with emotion. She knew this was her last chance to save Becky from a possible kidnapping. She thought about how much hell the apprentice would go through if she was captured and it would break her heart. “Promise me.” she said with passion in her voice.
“No! Rita, you have to let go of her. She is too dangerous to be free. I know you. You are going to let a secret out by accident, and she will go blabbing to Darby. I am warning you. If you do not let me free right now, then when I am free, I will take YOU as a sex slave. This has gone far enough. Don’t make me torture you.” Marge threatened. Her anger hit another level and if she was going to punish Rita, she was really going to make her life miserable. Protecting her business was the most important thing to her and if Rita had to be a sex slave, then she didn’t care.
Rita’s jaw dropped when she heard that threat. Marge just threatened to make her a sex slave, and it broke her heart. Her boss was consumed with this crime and would stop at nothing to protect it. Even if it meant ending their relationship and making her suffer personally. “Y-You would make me a sex slave? You can’t possibly mean that.” she said, her lower lip starting to quiver.
“I mean it! Rita do not make me do something terrible to you. I am your boss and you BETTER free me right now. We are done with this conversation. Let me go, and we can move on. You don’t, then your life as well as hers will be over. I will do ANYTHING to protect this family. ANYTHING.” Marge barked at her. She was really feeling angry, and she kept trying to pull at the ropes to get herself free. There was some regret in her mind about threatening Rita, but she had no other choice.
Rita felt the urge to cry after hearing that she too could be a sex slave. The sex trafficking operation had consumed who she thought was a very close friend and now she was a target. She wanted to let the tears fly, but the anger started to grow. She knew she had to put an end to this and make Marge suffer. She wanted to punish her in return for not only threatening Becky, but herself as well. “You leave me no choice. I guess I have to punish you. You will have to endure this, like you did to me.” she said, then got onto the bed.
“WHAT DO YOU THIJNK YOU ARE DOING???!! RITA!!!! LET ME GO!!!!” Marge screamed as she saw Rita getting on the bed. Her body started to shake as she saw that look on Rita’s face. It looked like she was really hurt and had that look of anger. She had only seen that look once and that was when Rita had a fight with a female customer back in San Antonio. She saw Rita now positioned right above her and she had that look. Now, fear started to flow through her and wondered what was about to happen. “Rita? What are you doing?” she asked.
“Sorry Marge, I have to do this. Just like you said, I have to be willing to do ANYTHING to protect my interests. You will not make Becky suffer. You will not make me suffer. You seemed to forget. I am the only one that knows your weaknesses. The others know you are a bit sensitive, but I know where your worst spots are. I am going to punish you the same way you punished me and all those helpless women. You deserve this and it just breaks my heart.” Rita threatened. She then started to move her hands towards the vulnerable rib area and got ready to dish out her revenge. It was a very emotional moment because she was about to torment the one woman that she was the closest with. She had to try and not think about the good times with Marge. She had to focus on the torture.
Marge saw those fingers heading towards her body and she felt fear flowing through her. She knew Rita knew her very ticklish spots and she could not have that happen. She always forbade her dancers to not tickle her. There were some pokes here and there, but she told them they would pay a severe price if they tickled her. She was the one who introduced tickling to them as torture. She got tickled a lot when she was younger and knew how hellacious it could be. She had told Rita one day when they were both drunk and her foot got stuck in the back of a chair. Rita took off her shoe and grazed her foot accidentally. That produced extreme ticklish sensations in her body, and she admitted that she was. Rita didn’t torture her and got her free. Then they had a fun conversation talking about ticklish spots and she told her where she was most sensitive. When she sobered up, she realized she had given away her secrets and swore Rita to never tell anyone else. Now, her friend was going to exploit that knowledge and she was in a panic. “R-Rita!!! Hey!!! What do you think you’re doing? This has gone on far enough. Do NOT TICKLE ME!!!! RITA!!! RITA!!!!” she screamed.
Rita heard those desperate cries, and she ignored them. She had to focus on making Marge suffer. She had to let this woman know that she was not going to be a sex slave and Becky too. She then placed her fingertips on the ribs and started to lightly flutter them. She remembered Marge telling her she was very receptive to a light touch, and she figured that was how she would start. She felt the body immediately tense up and she heard the giggles already. It was so ironic that Marge was so sensitive. She dominated so many people with tickling and made them suffer a lot. Now, it was her on the receiving end and she had to suffer. It felt weird, but this was something she had to do to prevent Marge from tormenting her and Becky. “Sorry Marge, I have to do this. You did this to yourself. Now, you have to be punished.” she told her.
“Hehehehehe Rita!!! Rita!!!! Noooooooo hehehehehehehe that tickles!!!! STOP THIS AT ONCE!!!!” Marge laughed as she felt those fingers lightly tickling her. She hated a light touch because her skin was very sensitive. It was also why she liked that potion. It made everyone more sensitive, and she wanted them to feel that sensitivity and make it worse than their own natural sensitivities. She felt those fingers lightly fluttering around her ribs and it drove her crazy. With her arms tied above her head and her legs spread open far apart, she really could not move her body around enough to avoid those tickling fingers. She felt her laughter increasing and her body was feeling more ticklish as it continued. She grunted and she laughed as the fingers were now moving up and down her ribcage.
Rita heard that laughter and it did feel nice. She always liked tickling others. There was something about the way the body reacted and the laughter that came out. It was also fun to see Marge laughing right now. After all the yelling and emotion between them, hearing her laughter was soothing. She wished it was due to a fun encounter between them, but this was about survival. This was about letting all of her anguish over the sex trafficking ring come out. She thought about the innocent women that were already there, including Donna Prescott, and wanted to punish Marge for being involved. She knew she had to not think about their personal relationship. She had to focus on the cruelty that Marge was displaying to others. She watched as her fingers moved towards the lower part of the ribcage and close to the sides. She remembered being told that it was a very sensitive area and it was time to exploit it. “You deserve this. You need to be punished for your sins….” she said as she focused on tickling that sweet spot.
“RITA!!!!! NOT THERE!!! HAHAHAHAHANOT THERE!!!!!!” Marge roared as she felt those fingers on those spots on her ribs. That always drove her wild and now she couldn’t protect herself. This was the first time she had ever been tied up and tickled. The only times she allowed herself to be tied up was for sex, but she was not tickled during that moment. She knew tying someone up and tickling them would be great torture and it was happening to her now. The fingers were moving towards her sides near her back and that sent a very intense ticklish sensation throughout her entire body. She desperately tried to move away, but she couldn’t. For the first time in her life, she was completely helpless while being tickled and it shook her to her core.
“You made the biggest mistake of your life working with that woman from Europe. You should have never agreed to being part of a sex slave ring. How could you do that to other women? It is cruel knowing that they will be miserable for the rest of their lives. Think about how they must feel. Imagine if you were sold to some unattractive man who had money. To service them sexually against your will. To not be treated as a human but some kind of toy. I know we did cruel things too, but we never had them suffer for the rest of their lives. I don’t know you anymore…..” Rita said as she continued to lightly move her fingers in those very sensitive areas of the ribs. She started to let all of her anxiety of being in the trafficking ring come out. She wanted to let someone suffer for having those others suffer. She remembered sweet, innocent Alice being broken. That young lady had her whole life ahead of her and she was going to be someone’s sex toy. She even thought about Donna Prescott. As much as she detested that woman, seeing her so vulnerable and broken really tore at her heart. Then she thought about the poor woman who was just brought in last night. She was an emotional mess afterwards. She wished it was Sylvia tied up right now so that she could punish her. It was Marge instead and she had to make her pay for her sins. “Yeah, you deserve to suffer just like they did.” She told her.
Marge continued to laugh as she felt that light touch all over those areas. She kept trying to move her body, but she was trapped. She heard what Rita was telling her, and it truly astonished her. She thought Rita would be pleased to make so much extra money by being a part of this trafficking operation. It started to affect her own emotions because Rita was her right-hand woman. This was the woman she trusted to go along with all of her ideas and get the other dancers in line. Now, she was being tickled by her, and she had to get herself free. She could see the look of pain in Rita’s eyes, and she wanted to try and appeal to her. “RITA!!! HAHAHAHA STOP THIS!!! If you say what hahahahahaha I was doing was wrong, then why are you doing it to me?” she asked.
Rita heard that question and she paused her tickling. There was a valid point in that question. If she was supposed to be against those women being tortured, then she should not be willing to torture Marge. She thought about it for a moment, then returned her fingers back to the ribs to tickle that soft body. “This is not the same. You won’t be a sex slave afterwards. This is what you did to me. A punishment. No different than when someone goes to jail. You deserve this. I can’t believe you actually wanted to send women to their sure doom!” she responded.
“RITA!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP THIS!!! HAHAHAHA STOP THIS AT ONCE!!! I COMMAND YOU!!!” Marge roared as she felt the fingers resuming their ticklish touch. The fingers made their way to the front of her ribcage and near her stomach. That area was always sensitive, and she felt helpless. She was tied down the exact way she liked to tie down her victims. In this position, there wasn’t much wiggle room and so many sensitive areas were exposed. She tried to let her anger grow, but those fingers were delicately touching her skin, which drove her wild. She felt another surge of ticklish energy when the fingers were stroking her belly. Rita knew her spots and now she was going to suffer a lot more. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA STOP BEING A BITCH!!!!” she yelled in frustration.
“A bitch? Marge, did you just call me a bitch?” Rita asked, then paused her tickling. She could tell her boss was getting angry and that only fueled her own anger. She started to think about how far she wanted to take this punishment. She knew how ticklish Marge was and tickling her would definitely make her suffer. But would it make her repent? Would it make her apologize for the things she had done thus far? She hasn’t tickled all of the sensitive areas, but would she go so far to force a humiliating orgasm out of her? These were questions flowing through her mind as she stared down at Marge. She saw her breathing heavily and felt tension in her body. Marge had never insulted her like that before and it bothered her. “Marge, answer me. Did you really just call me a bitch?” she asked again.
Marge felt some relief from the tickling, and she was desperate to do anything to get it to stop. Rita was using a light touch on her, but it still tickled a lot. She felt her body starting to lose control and she didn’t know how much longer she could stand it. If Rita got very aggressive then she knew she would suffer a lot more. She could hear the emotion coming from Rita and she knew this was about to be really personal. Her own ego was starting to kick in and she had to try anything. “You made me say it. Look at what you are doing to me! You tie me up, take off my dress, leaving me in my undergarment and you are trying to torture me. What else would make me call you that?” she responded sarcastically.
“I don’t know who you are anymore. You were someone I cared about and trusted. Now, you are punishing me, getting involved with a very heinous crime, and threatening to put someone I care about through absolute misery. This is not you. Why are you so lost?” Rita asked. She started to truly think about the total scope of what was happening, and it really hurt her heart.
“This IS me! I run a burlesque show, but we also, that does include YOU, rob people. We have Ingrid going around torturing women. We have drugged men and women and stole their valuables. YOU are a part of that. YOU tickled and tortured many people. So don’t act like you are this altruistic person watching out for people. You are part of us, and you are a criminal too.” Marge responded with anger in her voice. She figured she could turn the guilt back over to Rita and try to get her to let her go. “You know I have punished dancers before. I have to instill discipline. It is YOU that is breaking away from US. So yes, I called you a bitch. You are betraying us.” she continued.
Rita thought about Marge’s words and there was truth to them. She knew she was a criminal herself, and she did participate in torturing of others. However, as she told Marge several times, the victims never ended up in a life altering situation. She knew this was not going to be easy, but she needed to break her spirit a little. She shook her head and then started to lightly flutter her fingers over the belly area. The stomach immediately started to tighten, and she heard those giggles again. She could see the body starting to move around in response. She felt so many different emotions and didn’t know what was going to happen after all this was done. “Just suffer…..” she simply said.
“HAHAHAHAHA YOU KNOW I AM RIGHT!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA STOP THIS!!!! NOW!!!!” Marge demanded when she felt those fingers tickling her stomach again. The ticklish waves flowed through her, and she rocked her body as much as she could. There was such a helpless feeling she had as those fingers touched her. She wanted to kick, or punch her way out of this, but she was trapped. Her eyes looked at her belly and saw those fingers moving all over the area. She felt the sensations getting stronger and her ticklish fear increased. She tried another strong pull at the ropes wrapped around her wrists, but they were tied tight. She was not going anywhere, and she had to make Rita stop tormenting her in any way possible.
“You deserve this, Marge. You really do.” Rita said as her fingers continued to dance around the ticklish stomach. She moved her fingers to the center of the belly and focused on tickling that skin. Her fingers moved in circles and got really close to the navel. She remembered when she got to lick that belly button during a sensual interaction and knew just how ticklish it was. It made her want to torture her there and hoped to break her sooner rather than later.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA RITA!!!! THIS TICKLES!!!! STOP IT!!! STOP IT NOW!!!!” Marge screamed as the fingers were doing a number to her ticklish stomach. She really started to feel desperation because the ticklish feelings only seemed to increase. She strained to try and get her legs free, but they would not budge. She knew she had to keep playing with Rita’s heart and mind to get her to stop tormenting her or she was surely going to break. “HAHAHAHAHAHA THINK ABOUT THE OTHERS!! HAHAHAHAHAHA DO YOU HAHAHA WANT THEM TO GO TO JAIL TOO?” she screamed.
Rita paused her tickling when she heard Marge mention the others. At the moment, her anger was towards Marge. The other dancers were like her family. They were all close. She truly loved Diane, Susan, Olga, and Ingrid. They all had a special bond with one another. They looked out for one another and helped each other in good times and bad times. She started to think that if this entire operation came to an end, they would be in trouble as well. That started to bother her, and she placed her hands to her face. She covered her mouth thinking about what would happen to each of them. She definitely did not want them to suffer.
Marge felt those fingers leave her body and she felt relief washing over her. Rita was dangerously close to her navel, and she wouldn’t be able to take that kind of torture. She knew she hit a certain chord within Rita and now she had hope. She started to think she could in fact talk her way out of this predicament and then she was truly going to torture Rita in return. It was a sad thing to do, but Rita was on the verge of destroying everything she built. “That’s right. You didn’t think of them, did you? You are so wrapped up in Becky Lockhart that you forgot who your family is. Do you really want to see Diane in jail? Or Susan? Or Olga? Or Ingrid? Yeah, you may be mad at me, but what about them? Who is the real villain right now?” she asked, trying to get into Rita’s head.
“You know I love all of them with all of my heart. Don’t you dare think I am trying to harm them! You act like there is no point of return. I am not torturing you to turn you into the Sheriff. I am trying to force you not to kidnap Becky, torture her and make her become a sex slave. I am trying to force you into not punishing me! Marge, we have to stop this.” Rita told her. She was feeling her deep emotions coming out and she wondered if she could even go through with all the torture she wanted to do to Marge. She still had other sensitive spots to tickle on her to force her into submission.
Marge heard those words and knew Rita had a point. The reason she was in this position now was because she wanted to torment Becky. She wanted to break her spirit and make her a sex slave. That would ensure that no one had the chance to discover this entire operation. She understood Rita not wanting to suffer as well because self-preservation was always a high priority for people. She wondered if she could somehow fool Rita into thinking she wouldn’t go after Becky anymore. That way she could get released, then get her revenge. She started to think about torturing Becky in front of Rita which would definitely punish her dancer. She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. “Is that all it takes for you to stop this foolishness? Leave Becky alone and not punish you anymore?” she asked.
“Yes. Marge, I do love you. This is not easy for me, but I just can’t let you do that to Becky. Not her. Please, not her. I already told you I would torture the next victim, just not her.” Rita pleaded. She really hoped Marge would listen to her and protect Becky. She desperately wanted to avoid someone she was falling for to suffer a humiliating fate.
“Will you let me go if I don’t go after her? Rita, we can talk about this. Let me go and yes, we can discuss what we can do about Becky without having her suffer.” Marge said in a soft voice. She started to feel hope that she was going to be released. She felt her adrenaline starting to flow and how much she was going to torture Rita as soon as possible. She wanted her to pay for doing this to her and perhaps even consider making her a sex slave. It would be hard for the rest of the dancers to accept that, but once they found out that Rita was trying to send them to jail after betraying them, they would come around and accept it.
Rita listened to Marge’s words, and they weighed heavily on her. The entire point of this moment was to prevent Marge from going after Becky. At the moment she was asking if she stopped, would she be set free? That question was something she had to think about. It was her ultimate goal. To save Becky from Marge’s twisted plan. She still had love for her boss and for all of her fellow dancers. She thought about releasing Marge and hopefully they could repair their relationship. “Do you mean it? You won’t go after Becky? She will be safe? You won’t try to punish me?” she asked.
Marge started to feel confident that she could finally get herself free. Her plan was working and once she was loose, she could rain hell down on Rita. She just had to go along with the ruse, and she would be set free. “Yes, I won’t go after Becky. She will be safe. You will be safe. I think this got out of hand and we just need to discuss what our next steps will be.” she said and looked at the ceiling.
Rita heard those words and felt a sense of relief. She was thrilled that Becky would be safe and that she could repair her relationship with Marge. She thought about loosening the ropes and then noticed something. When Marge was saying she wouldn’t go after Becky or her, she was looking at the ceiling the entire time. That was something she discovered about Marge years ago. If she was telling the truth and had meant what she said, she would look someone directly in the eye. If she wasn’t then she didn’t make eye contact. Marge’s words to her were without eye contact and that broke her heart. Her boss had no intention of keeping her word and even though she was tied up with the threat of being tortured, she still lied to her. She let her arms slump down and her head dropped. She knew what had to be done, even though it was going to be really difficult to do so. She had to torture Marge into submission. “I-I can’t believe you…..” she said in a soft voice.
Marge moved her eyes towards Rita’s face and saw her head slumping down. She didn’t know what was happening and she got antsy. Rita should have been undoing the ropes right now and she wasn’t. “Rita? What’s the matter? Can you untie me now so we can talk?” she asked.
Rita lifted her head again and stared at Marge. She could see how anxious she was to get free, and it tore at her. Marge wanted to get revenge on her, the first chance she got. “How could you? Why are you lying to me? Why do you want to torment me and go after Becky? WHY?” she asked with the emotion in her voice rising.
“What do you mean? I said I wouldn’t go after her. I won’t go after you. Rita, untie me please. This is not funny anymore! UNTIE ME!!!!” Marge yelled. She didn’t like the way Rita was reacting to her and fear returned to her body. She had no idea what was about to happen, and she had a lot of fear within her. She saw Rita’s hands lifting up and heading towards her ribs and stomach area again. “HEY!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING???” she yelled.
“Sorry Marge, but I have to punish you. You LIED to me. Now, I guess I just have to ensure you beg me to forgive you….” Rita warned, then started to flutter her fingers up and down the stomach area. She felt the trapped body starting to squirm and she felt a rush of adrenaline spiking within her. She had to torture Marge. She had to break her. That would be the only way she could guarantee Becky’s safety. Her fingers ran all over the ribcage and over the belly. She started to hear those giggles, which soon turned into very strong laughter. The stomach was always a very sensitive spot on Marge, and she wanted to exploit that knowledge.
“HAHAHAHA RITA!!!! RITA!!!! HAHAHAHAHAAH WHY ARE YOU TICKLING MEEEEEEEEE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH LET ME GOOOOOOO!!!!” Marge screamed as she felt those fingers touching her highly sensitive stomach area. She started to shake her body around as much as possible. She had to get away from those fingers. She looked at Rita’s face and saw the pain etched on it. She couldn’t help but laugh and prayed that she could get free. She had no idea how Rita knew she was lying, so she had to keep focusing on getting her to believe her. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA RITA!!! PLEASE!!! I DIDN’T LIE TO YOUUUUUUUUUUUU HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she screamed.
“You did, Marge. I know you are. I just have to punish you now.” Rita said and focused her fingers towards that soft skin of the belly. Her eyes looked at the navel and figured she would start to focus on that spot. She moved her fingertips to the top of the navel and heard a high-pitched shriek. It made her smile because she knew how sensitive this belly button was. “I am going to make you regret lying to me.” she told her.
Marge felt those fingers near her belly button, and she really started to panic. That spot was always a very sensitive area for her. Even when she was having a sexual interaction, playing with her belly button drove her absolutely wild. She desperately tried to move her stomach away, but she was trapped. There was no escape. She looked at her belly in horror and felt the fingers circling around the navel itself. She could feel that cruel path the fingers were taking, and she screeched in ticklish agony as they kept circling around her button. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOO!!! RITA NOOOOOOOOO!!!! HAHAHAHA STOP!!!! STOP PLEASE!!!” she begged.
Rita heard that desperate laughter and knew this had to be complete agony for Marge. She started to think about the punishment she received the previous day. Marge knew her sensitive spots and she was tortured. Marge did not give her any mercy, and she even played with her sexually, which absolutely humiliated her. Now that she was tormenting Marge, who had no intentions of not going after Becky or torturing her, she knew this was a matter of respect. This was to force Marge to not do something. No one had ever stood up to her before, and once she was done, life was never going to be the same. “You are going to regret coming after me and Becky. You are going to regret all the terrible things you have done ever since we met Sylvia. Sorry Marge, I have to torture you.” she told her.
Marge felt the fingers now touching the skin right under her belly button and she screamed. That area was highly sensitive, and she lost it. They were simply swiping left to right, back and forth and each touch on her skin sent intense ticklish shockwaves throughout her body. It was still unbelievable that she was in this situation and Rita was trying to torture her. She wished she wasn’t so sensitive to tickling, but that is how she knew it could be a very effective torture to others. It was also why she was so delighted to find that potion from the voodoo priestess when they were in New Orleans. If someone was already very ticklish, that potion made it worse, and that meant the torture would be even worse. “RITA!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE HAVE MERCY!!!!!!” she screamed.
Rita ignored the screams and focused on touching the skin. She watched as her fingers moved all over that sensitive skin below the navel and very close to the underwear. Her mind started to think about if she would go after what was hiding underneath that underwear. Would she go as far as sexually playing with Marge? That was something that was hard to answer at the moment, but it did sound tempting. She knew that once an orgasm was forced out of a person, they were definitely broken and submissive. Her eyes then looked up towards Marge’s face and could see the skin color was turning red. She saw the mouth was wide open and that hysterical laughter was coming out. It was a strange feeling looking at Marge in this fashion. She had never seen her laugh so hard before and it was nice. She then moved her fingers back to the navel and started to circle inside the edges of the button. That definitely brought out another round of high pitched, hysterical laughter. “Someone is really ticklish here…..” she teased.
Marge exploded in hysterical, powerful laughter when the fingers went inside her navel. That was a whole other level of sensitivity, and she lost it. She desperately tried to get away from the fingers, but she couldn’t. Her eyes were shut, and she just absorbed the cruel ticklish feelings flowing through her body. She couldn’t even think at the moment. She only felt those sensations tearing right through her body and driving her insane. She then felt the fingers pushing inside her button and she opened her eyes and nearly had an out-of-body experience. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! RITA NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she screamed to the top of the lungs.
Rita started to feel that power growing within her body. It was a nice feeling to have. She found a very sensitive spot on Marge’s body, and she was going to push it as far as she could. The thrill of dominating someone else filled her soul and she liked it. She always did like tickling victims. It was always a fun activity. She tortured a few victims and stole their belongings before. She also had fun tickling Becky silly and then making love to her. This was just different because of who it was and the reason why. She felt that urge to destroy her and, in a way, it frightened her. She took her index finger and pushed it further into the belly button and swirled it around as fast as she could. She already knew what was going to be the reaction and she enjoyed it. “Does this tickle?” she asked sadistically.
Marge felt that finger pushing into her navel, which was bad enough. But the swirling of the finger was what pushed her over the edge. She screamed with great intensity as the ticklish feelings overwhelmed her entire body. She hated being tickled in her navel and now someone that was hell bent on torturing her was exploiting that. She shut her eyes again and just felt wave after ticklish wave tearing through her. She really hoped Rita had compassion because if she didn’t, she was going to truly suffer for a very long time.
Rita watched as her finger made that swirling motion. She couldn’t help but smile because she knew what it was doing to Marge. Then she thought of a fun idea. Since her right index finger was swirling inside the navel, she moved her left hand over to Marge’s right side and fluttered her fingers in that area. She figured giving her two sources of sensations would really drive her crazy. “Who would have ever though that Margaret Broussard was THIS ticklish? Hehehe I wonder if I should let the information out. Maybe after this, you will become a tickle target. In fact, if we somehow survive all this, we can have moments where me and everyone else here will tie you down and just tickle you. Wouldn’t that be a fun time?” she said with a smile.
Marge heard Rita taunting her and it angered her. Even though she laughed uncontrollably, she wanted revenge. She did not want to be a toy to the rest of the dancers. She couldn’t even imagine what that would be like to have them all tickling her at the same time. That was something she inflicted on them, not on her. She never wanted to be submissive to any of them. Now she was in danger of that happening. The tickling was taking a toll on her and she didn’t know what to do. She felt those fingers now tickling on her right side at the same time and she just screamed. Two different areas being tickled at the same time were very intense for her and she roared. She really hoped Rita would show some compassion or she was going to be broken, just like so many others she played with.
Rita loved what she was doing to Marge. She could feel her body squirming under her touch, and she wanted to keep pushing her. She kept up her swirling in the navel and the fluttery touches on the exposed right side. She knew she had to wear Marge down. The woman was very strong, and she could fight if she had to. She had to make sure she was not going to go after her or Becky. She knew eventually Marge would break down and that would be the moment she would have to stop. Her eyes looked at the laughing face and now started to see the hair come undone from the bun it was in. She saw the sweat starting to form on the face and she kept tickling. She also noticed those exposed armpits and knew she had to play in that area soon enough. Rita remembered the most sensitive spots on Marge were her toes and her navel. She was already tickle destroying the navel, she definitely had to go to the toes to finish her off. The other spots were ticklish, but those two spots were the absolute worst. “Sorry Marge, but you deserve this.” she told her.
Marge heard Rita but she really couldn’t focus. The tickling was getting to be much worse than she thought. She started to have that helpless feeling rising within her and it made her nervous. She knew what tickling could do to someone. It was why she used it. Now it was being used on her and what she loved about her victims, it was now her. She looked towards Rita who had this look of calm on her face. It appeared that she wasn’t bothered by what she was doing and that was not a good sign. She really hoped Rita would start to have regrets, but she kept pushing. She kept tickling her and now her own body was getting weaker. Then the swirling stopped, and she felt such great relief. The fingers on her side also stopped and she had to take advantage of this break. Her lungs were starting to burn, and she needed to recover. “Rita……come on, this is not……funny anymore. Stop….tickling me.” she groaned.
“I have to do this, Marge. You are travelling along a path that I can’t follow. Becky is special. I can’t and won’t let you do something to her. It was bad enough we did what we did to Darby. Becky is different. She doesn’t know anything, nor would I ever tell her. You don’t have faith in me?” Rita asked. She still wanted to get through Marge’s mind and her heart to avoid having Becky tormented. She prayed her boss would come to her senses.
“Rita….what we did to Darby was different. She is not going to remember anything that happened.” Marge said as she was still trying to catch her breath. She remembered when they did have Darby in this same room. She remembered when they tied her down and got her naked. The fun they had with her that night was something she was going to remember forever. She especially remembered those large pink feet of hers. She had never encountered a pair of perfect feet before, and Darby’s was absolutely perfect. She also remembered how they forced an orgasm out of her as well. It was a successful night. With Becky, she had to make her a sex slave. Which meant that she wouldn’t forget anything that happened to her. It would be far more brutal.
Rita remembered what happened to Darby and loved that moment. The way Darby laughed, the way she moved her body when she was tickled and played with sexually. The way she felt herself being so horny watching Darby cum her brains out. But with Becky, it wasn’t going to be the same. “Marge, if you were just going to do to Becky what you did to Darby, that would be different. But you want to ruin Becky’s life. I have told you many times already, that is too cruel. I won’t let you do it.” she told her.
“Dammit Rita! Becky is not hehehehehehehe HEY!!!!!” Marge giggled when she felt something touching her exposed inner thighs. She lifted her head and saw Rita’s fingers starting to flutter against her inner thighs. Those were very sensitive areas, and she couldn’t help but giggle.
Rita saw those inner thighs and just had to touch them. Marge was definitely not broken yet, so she had to remind her that she was still trapped and under her control. She loved the fact that the thighs were so sensitive. She smiled knowing she would return to this area and really drive her crazy. Right now, she wanted to touch those armpits. She got up from between Marge’s legs and stepped over her right leg and then sat down on the bed on the right-hand side. She was close by the head and that right armpit was right there for the taking. “Marge, you leave me no choice. I have to torture you. You still refuse to give any mercy, and I am not going to let you do something to her. I am just not letting it happen.” she warned, then poked her finger right in the center of that armpit.
“Rita!!! Don’t do that! STOP TICKLING ME DAMMIT!!!!” Marge yelled as she felt that poke in her armpit. Her dancer was trying to torture all of her spots, and she was getting frustrated that she did not improve her own situation by now. She tried to reason with her. She yelled at her. She even screamed in hysterical laughter and there was no change. Her anger returned and she tried to pull on her bondage once again.
“I am not going to stop. Not until I know you are telling me the truth.” Rita simply replied. She then started to lightly dance her fingertips across the skin and immediately felt the body twisting around as much as it could. She saw Marge gritting her teeth to try and avoid laughing, but she knew that wasn’t going to last very long. “Come on….laugh. Laugh yourself silly. I know you want to.” she teased.
Marge wanted to curse her out, but she was still trying to resist the tickling she felt in her armpit. She held her breath even though the sensations were getting stronger. She wanted to fight back. She wanted to be determined to destroy Rita and not completely submit to her. She also realized that this was her final stand. Once she started losing control, she was done for. Her body started to get really hot, and she was in agony. Then the fingers started to move a lot faster, and she could not hold it in any longer. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA RRRRRIIIIIITTTTAAAAAA!!!!! STOP!!! STOP!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA IT TICKLES!” she screamed.
“I know it does. Laugh Marge. Just laugh.” Rita said as her fingers moved quicker across the skin. She needed to get more aggressive with Marge to tire her out. She needed her to be at the point of desperation. That would be the only way she was going to break. She imagined Becky’s cute face and used it as motivation to keep tickling her boss. Because if she failed right now, then that cute face was going to be sad every single day for the rest of her life.
Marge felt those fingers now pressing into her armpit and she lost it. They hit the right spot in her flesh, and it sent a shockwave of ticklish feelings throughout her body. If she wasn’t tied down, she would have gone right through the ceiling. She looked over at Rita and her face had a nonchalant look on it. That was not a good sign because she wasn’t going to have any mercy on her. She closed her eyes once again and felt those fingers pressing right in the center of her armpit. It was agonizing for her because she was just not used to laughing this hard for this long. The feeling of helplessness returned, and she really started to panic inside. “RITA!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA RITA!!!” she screamed.
Rita ignored Marge’s pleas and just kept tickling. She had to remove her emotions at the moment. She just had to focus on tickling Marge so she could finally break down. She looked at the armpit and that very pale skin. She saw how her fingers pressed into it and just had to stay constant. She just had to keep pressing into that spot. She saw how Marge was in ticklish agony, and she just had to focus. Her own life depended on it as well. “Just laugh, Marge. I just want you to laugh.” she simply said.
Marge laughed. She couldn’t do anything else but laugh. She kept fighting as hard as she could, but the tickling feeling was too strong. She started to feel her body going limp and that was definitely not a good sign. She let out another ticklish squeal when the fingers pressed a little deeper. She forgot just how talented a tickler Rita was. She always enjoyed watching her tickle the victims on this very same bed. She always thought she was a better tickler, but Rita also had great skills. She looked away from Rita’s face because she didn’t want to see the joy she must have had. “RITA!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP!!! PLEASE JUST STOP!!!!!” she screamed.
“No. I am not going to stop. You hurt me, Marge. You hurt me deeply, so I must make you pay.” Rita said as she focused on that armpit. She thought about moving the fingers to another spot. She then slowly dragged her fingers as they still pressed into the flesh to the bottom part of the hollow. She heard a very cute shriek coming from this trapped woman and that made her smile. The ticklishness of Marge seemed to be increasing, and she just had to keep the pressure up.
Marge heard Rita mentioning how hurt she was, and she was angry. She was also hurt by Rita’s actions. She was willing to have everyone go to jail just because she was smitten with Becky Lockhart. She was in ticklish agony right now, but she tried to focus on when she got free, she was really going to torture Rita within an inch of her life. This was going too far in her mind and now she had to not only fire Rita but make her a sex slave. She laughed harder as the fingers kept tickling that pit, but she was also motivated by the thought of selling both Becky and Rita. “I WILL HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA GET YOU AHAHAHAHAHAHA FOR THIS!!! I SWEAR!!!” she screamed.
“Threatening me? That is why we are here, Marge. You keep threatening me! This is why you have to learn.” Rita responded. She heard that threat in Marge’s laughter and that made her more determined to torment her. She knew she was going to have to put in more work to break this woman. She then moved her fingers away from the armpit and got onto her knees. She wanted to tickle both armpits and continue to work on this woman.
Marge felt the fingers finally moving away from her armpit and she let out a groan of relief. Her body temperature was spiking, and she felt sweaty. Rita was really working her over and she was angry. Her emotions were also in a tailspin, and she needed to do something or she was going to lose this battle. “Rita……Rita…..listen to me. You…..you made your point. Let me go…….come on. You are going too far now. Don’t make me angry.” she panted.
“Angry? You know, Marge. I don’t care if you are angry. You DESERVE this. Maybe you should apologize to me and also withdraw this threat towards Becky. I am just going to keep torturing you until you do.” Rita told her. She felt her energy flowing and her desire to torture kept growing. She was ready to start tickling both armpits and she was going to go all in. She needed Marge to suffer in order to save herself and Becky.
“I swear…….I swear to you……that when I get out of here……you are going to pay a severe price. I am going……to fire you…..then I am going to make you a sex slave. Perhaps I will sell you and that…..dumb bitch together. That way….you….can spend the rest of your life getting fucked as…..she watches.” Marge panted. She was still breathing hard and felt her nerves tingling. She was getting tired, and her anger remained. She did know that by threatening Rita again, she was going to be tortured. But she didn’t care at this moment. She wanted to let her dancer know she would not be broken easily.
Rita heard Marge spat that threat to her and she took a deep breath. She knew her boss had tremendous pride and a large ego. She still had fight left in her. Even though she was laughing hysterically when her ribs, belly and now armpit was being tickled, she knew that Marge was going to be tough to break. That made her determined to really make her suffer. Now she really wanted to torture her. It was now a battle of wills. The only way this was going to end was to break Marge. She then straddled Marge’s stomach and looked down at her helpless face. It rested between her two arms that were pulled over her head. She could see the fire in her eyes, even though she was getting tired. The fact that she threatened to make her a sex slave fueled her animosity and it was time to teach this woman a valuable lesson. “Now you want to make me a sex slave? Marge, you hurt me. You really did. I can’t believe you turned into such a monster. I guess torturing you won’t be so bad after all. I hope one day you will come to your senses. I pray that day is not too late.” she warned.
Marge felt Rita sitting on her stomach and looking down at her. She couldn’t move at all and heard the tension in that voice. She knew she crossed that line and now there was no going back. She wanted to get revenge and when this situation was over, she was truly going to make Rita pay. She saw those hands going near her armpits and she knew it was about to be total hell. Her body was still reeling from the earlier tickling, but she wanted to be strong. She did not want to give Rita the satisfaction that she was afraid. “Do your worst. Bitch.” she said with defiance in her voice.
“Bitch? Oh, you are going to regret that.” Rita said with anger in her voice. She then decided to use her nails. That way she could stimulate all the nerve endings in the worst way. She placed her nails at the top of each armpit, then slowly dragged them across the surface of the hollows, all the way to the bottom of the area, then lifted her fingers up, placed them at the top of the pits and repeated the movement. “Laugh……” she said cooly.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU BITCH!!! NOT YOUR NAILS!!!!!!” Marge screamed as she felt those nails scraping down her exposed armpits. She couldn’t even defend herself as the tickling sensation was extremely intense. Her pits were helpless and there was no way she could prevent this from happening. She tried to arch her back, but Rita was sitting on her. It also meant she couldn’t move her body around at all. She was completely defenseless to this attack, and it amplified her panic. The nails went slowly across her tender skin, stimulating the nerve endings there. She closed her eyes and tried to absorb the very intense feelings. She had no idea how she was going to survive this moment because Rita kept scraping her nails in that same, slow, pattern.
Rita heard that maniacal laughter and she didn’t even flinch. The relationship between her and her boss was deteriorating the longer this all went on. The fact she would be a sex slave really hurt her. It meant that Marge no longer cared about her and that hurt her a lot. She already knew she was going to be crying a lot after this was all over. She knew that she would have to leave this burlesque show group and find a new life. She might even have to live in Plotsville and find a new line of work. It amazed her how coming to this town completely changed her life. She looked at Marge’s face and saw that ticklish agony on it. She knew that the ticklish feelings were intense, and she was going to keep pushing.
Marge couldn’t even think straight as she felt those evil nails scraping along her flesh. There was no way to describe what she was feeling except for agony. She tried her best to rock her body, but it was no use. This was the worst kind of torture. The kind where there was nothing she could do to stop it. She was screaming. She couldn’t move her arms. Her armpits were right there, and nothing could prevent them from being touched. She tried to put her head over them but the way she was tied prevented her from doing anything. She started to feel a panic attack coming on because minutes were going by and those nails kept moving in the same pattern. They touched the top of her pits, slowly scraped to the middle of the hollows, and then dragged to the bottom of the pit sending intense ticklish shockwaves over and over again. She felt the urge to beg for mercy, but once she did, then she was on the road to submission. She wanted to fight Rita. She knew she was losing that battle, but she had to hold on as long as possible.
“You sure are ticklish, Marge. Kitchy kitchy koo!” Rita sang in a teasing voice. She remembered that a fun way to get people to break and feel the sensations even more was to taunt and tease them. She knew taunting Marge would mess with her ego and she wanted to puncture it. She then started to change the direction of her nails. Now she was scurrying them inside the pits as fast as she could. She saw Marge’s eyes nearly pop out of her head and she smiled. “Laugh for me….” she told her.
Marge felt those nails scurrying and that was too much for her to handle. She wanted to fight Rita, but this was getting to be too much. Once those nails moved quickly, she was done for. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA RITA!!!!! STOP!!!!! NO MORE!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA NO MORE!!!!” she screamed out of desperation.
“Yes, more. I told you that you were going to pay for what you have done. This is just the beginning. Remember, I know ALL of your spots.” Rita told her. She continued to scurry her nails in the pit and hoped to break this woman. Or at least wear her down. She still had other places to tickle, and she was going to go after them. She then moved her hands from the pits and started to tease the sides of the breasts. She touched the bra and figured it might be time to expose this helpless woman. It was time to attack her ego. She stopped her armpit tickling and crossed her arms. “Breathe….” she simply said.
Marge felt that huge wave of relief when the tickling stopped. That intensity went too long, and it took a lot of her energy. She tried to take in as much air as possible because she was screaming that entire time. She could still feel the “ghost” touches on her skin, and she shivered. She knew she needed a rest and still maintained her ego. “Rita……dammit Rita. Come on. Let’s end this.” she wheezed.
“I am not done. You crossed the line, Marge. I am going to show you what ruthlessness is. This is all your fault. Now, this next place I am going to torture you will be fun for me, but not for you. There is a place on your body that I have always enjoyed. Hell, there were times you asked me to play there. I think I want to see your tits. And I KNOW, they are a bit receptive to touch.
Marge heard the next tickle target, and her mouth dropped open. Rita was now threatening to tickle her breasts. She knew how sensitive they could be and after all the tickling that took place, she wouldn’t be able to stand being tickled there. Now that fear within her grew even more and her ego was starting to wane. “Rita!!! You can’t be serious! My tits? You wouldn’t dare!” she yelled.
“Yes, I am serious. Remember, I am a bitch. That’s what you called me, right? Bitches do evil things. I am going to do evil things to your tits. You deserve this. You really do.” Rita said with a hint of anger in her voice. She reached forward and grabbed the cups of the bra. With one hard yank, she pulled the cups down and exposed the large breasts. The bra didn’t have straps, so she could expose the breasts easily. She looked at the size C chest and smiled. She thought about the times when she enjoyed touching, kissing and playing with these mounds. The pink nipples were small and really stood out. Now it was time to test their sensitivity and drive her boss crazy.
Marge felt her bra pulled down and she started to blush. This was far different than any sexual encounters. For the first time in her life, her breasts were exposed and not be her desire. She felt a little humiliated because she was tied down and couldn’t stop Rita from exposing her. She wanted to yell something, but she felt so exposed. She also remembered the times when Rita played with her breasts in a sexual situation. She always loved her talent for pleasuring her breasts and now they were going to be tormented. She looked at her face and saw that look of anger. “Rita, why do you have to mess with my tits? Leave them alone.” she said in a calm voice.
“I don’t know why you are shocked. Remember, yesterday you played with my pussy. Do you know how humiliated I felt when you did that? Well, I guess you are about to learn as well. Trust me, your breasts are just the beginning. I will get to your pussy soon enough. Yes, I remember how responsive your pussy is too. I am truly going to savor this.” Rita said, then reached her hands forward and placed them right on both breasts. She gave the mounds a gentle squeeze and she loved it. The skin was so soft, even though the breasts were firm. She wanted to embarrass Marge a little as she squeezed the mounds as though they were melons. “hehehe yep, your breasts are still amazing.” she teased.
Marge felt herself blushing as her breasts were being squeezed and groped. This moment stunned her because she was completely helpless. She always thought that, but this really made it a lot worse. She gasped and cooed as her breasts continued to be touched and squeezed. She didn’t even know what to say. She was still reeling from the earlier tickling. She looked at her chest and saw Rita’s soft hands squeezing there. She looked right back up at her and she saw that look of determination. “Rita…..this is way too far. Stop touching me.” she requested.
“Shut up. You are lucky I am being nice to them right now.” Rita responded. She did enjoy how the skin felt but now it was time to start the punishment again. She flicked her thumbs off the nipples and then moved her fingers to the undersides of the mounds. She lightly fluttered her fingers there and the chest started to shake. She started to form a sinister smile because she knew how ticklish the breasts were. She tickled them before when she and Marge were making out. She remembered the cute giggles that came from her boss and hoped to hear them again. She continued to move her fingers across that very delicate skin and loved the reaction. “Yep, still ticklish here I can see.” she smiled.
Marge felt those fingers fluttering underneath her breasts and it tickled! It tickled a lot, and she knew she was in trouble. She moved her chest around, sending her breasts into a wobbling motion. She bit her lower lip to try to prevent from giggling, but it was too late. “hehehe Rita! Stop that! Hehehehe Stop it right now!” she demanded.
“Something the matter, Marge? Tits feeling a bit…..ticklish?” Rita asked with a sly grin. The more she tickled Marge, the more confident she was getting. Torturing her boss just seemed right. She was doing it for a good reason and the feeling of dominance started to take hold. She wanted to make this red-haired woman suffer. She was in complete control at the moment, and she had to make sure Marge would rue the day she threatened her and Becky. She looked at the breasts wobbling and she couldn’t help but feel good inside. She knew eventually Marge would be broken and she could move on with her life.
Marge felt the ticklish sensations increasing and she continued to laugh harder. Now that her breasts were being tickled, she really felt embarrassed. She kept trying to think of a way out of this predicament. Threats were not working and Rita had that look of sheer determination. She prayed that something could stop this moment. She really wanted to get free and now she felt desperation starting to build. The fingers under her breasts were moving all around that skin and she just kept laughing and straining her arms trying to get them free. “DAMN YOU!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA DAMMIT!!!” she yelled.
“I always liked your breasts. They have such a great shape. I also want to thank you. Thank you for showing all of us how to tickle a woman’s breasts. You do it so well and we learned how much fun it could be. Oh wait…..” Rita said, then had a gleam in her eye. She just remembered what took place during breast tickling in this room and she got excited. She was in perfect position to try it, and she got off of Marge and off the bed.
Marge felt tremendous relief as she felt the tickling stop and Rita got off of her. She felt a wave of relief washing over her and she tried to get in as much air into her lungs as possible. She felt herself sweating and her hair was loose. She tried to pull her legs free, but her ankles were tied tight. She heard Rita’s happy voice and wondered what she was up to. She looked to her left and saw Rita by the drawers. She knew whatever the dancer was up to was not going to be good for her. Then she saw Rita turn around and had a devilish grin on her face. Her eyes went wide when she saw what was in Rita’s hand. “No!!!! No!!! You better not!! I swear to you, you better not!!” she yelled with her voice in a panic.
“Something wrong, Marge? I thought you would like this. You always told us girls to use this whenever we had fun with the breasts. Hehehe” Rita giggled as she waved the red feather in her hands. This was her favorite color feather. She usually had the red fluffy one and loved using it against ticklish breasts on women. She used it on men before, but with women, it was that much better. She seductively walked over to Marge and got back on the bed. She loved the look of dread on Marge’s face and once again, got in between the legs, on her knees. She started to move the feather towards the left nipple and smiled. “Now, let’s see how YOUR breasts like a feather’s touch.” she told her.
Marge felt a true panic in her body as she watched the feather get closer to her nipple. She shook her chest around, doing anything she could to avoid being tickled. Then the feather softly grazed her nipple, and she already started to lose it. That feather’s kiss set off a wave of sensations throughout her body and it made her panic. “RITA!!!! DON’T DO THIS TO ME!! THIS IS NOT FAIR!!!” she yelled.
“Fair? You want to talk about fair? Remember how you sexually played with me yesterday? That wasn’t fair. You know my pussy is sensitive, yet you still played with me. Now, it is my turn. Oh, I bet your pussy will love this feather too, Let’s find out.” Rita teased as she swiped the feather across the nipple and the left breast. She loved how Marge was already giggling and that delighted her. Marge was never feathered by any of the dancers before. She told them she did not want to feel it. That led to a lot of speculation and discussion amongst the dancers that a feather had to be true torture for their boss and would ultimately destroy her. Rita now understood why. Marge was always very sensitive to light touches. A feather would give that same sensation and now she was going to truly enjoy this moment. She watched as the left breast wobbled around, and she heard those girlish giggles. That made her smile, and she wanted to keep going.
“Hehehehehehehehe DAMMIT!!!! STOP THIS AT hehehehehehehehehe ONCE!!!” Marge yelled as the feather teased that left mound. The sensations were very intense, and she was surprised how bad it was. Light touches always drove her wild and she was very afraid of the feather. It was why she loved using it against victims. If they were as sensitive as her, it would surely drive them out of their mind. Now she felt what it was like. She feathered herself one time and never tried it again because it was so intense. Now, she had a woman hell bent on breaking her feathering her and she felt that panic building up again.
“Hehehehe ticklish titties are always fun. Don’t you agree?” Rita taunted as she swiped the feather across the pink nipple. There was also an effect that she enjoyed. The feather made the nipple get stiff and that was what she was also hoping for. Marge and the others loved sexual teasing torture. The thought of doing it to Marge really excited her. She started to feel that excitement building. Once she dismissed her emotions and focused on treating this woman like a robbery victim, she was able to use her own tickling talents to the best of her ability. She had to try and not use her anger, or her sadness about the overall situation. She wanted to focus on having fun and with using this diabolical feather, she was feeling that way. “Looks like someone likes my feather. See how stiff you are?” she teased.
“Hehehehehehehehehehehe RITA!!!! STOP FEATHERING ME!!!! I COMANND hehehehehehehehe YOU!!!!” Marge continued to giggle as the feather kept tickling that breast. She also noticed her nipples were stiff and her fear grew. Her body was starting to respond sensually to the feather, and she hated it. She did it to all of her victims because once the body started to crave the touch, her mind was going to endure a lot of torture. She tried once again to pull her arms free, but it was no use. Then she shrieked when she felt the feather move over to her other nipple. She looked at her right breast and saw the feather softly scraping against it. The ticklish shockwaves tore right through her, and she was starting to be in agony.
Rita couldn’t help but enjoy herself as she continued to feather the right nipple. The sounds Marge was making actually started to turn her on. There was something about those girlish and sensual giggles that got her own juices flowing. She loved the contrast in the colors. That pale skin and pink nipple were being touched by a vivid red feather. It was very mesmerizing, and she continued to softly swipe and sweep the feather all over the breasts and the nipple. She looked at Marge’s face and could see that look of ticklish agony. She saw all of her teeth and her eyes were shut at the moment. She saw the sweat glistening off her forehead, and she felt a tingle between her own legs. She knew this was wrecking her victim and she wanted to keep up the torture. “That’s right, just feel the feather. Feel all those sensations coursing through your body. Just wait until I get to other spots on you. I think you are going to lose……your…..mind.” she cooed.
Marge started to growl as she fought those sensations. She knew Rita was starting to win this battle because she was being relentless with her feathering. The feather returned to her left breast, and it made her shiver. Her nipples were on fire, and she desperately needed to get free. She opened her eyes and saw that look of lust on Rita’s face. It frightened her because this woman was not going to stop. No matter how many threats she made. No matter how loud she yelled at her. She was trapped and there was no mercy being shown. “Rita!!!! Hehehehehehehe STOP TORTURING MEEEEEE!!!!!” she pleaded.
“Shut up, Marge. Just enjoy….” Rita grinned. She moved the feather underneath the breasts and got a wonderful loud shriek from her prisoner. She felt goosebumps forming on her skin as she listened to that hysterical laughter. She felt good about what she was doing. She started to have a sense of peace washing over her after such an emotional confrontation with the woman she considered a close friend. She did a few more swipes and then pulled the feather away. She stayed there and looked at Marge’s face. She could see the relief washing over it and heard those residual giggles. She figured it was a good time to stop. She got the body to begin to get aroused. Now, she could go after the other spots and set Marge up to surrender.
Marge was breathing hard as the feathering finally stopped. Her nerves were on fire and her nipples were still very stiff. She fought hard but now her body was starting to show signs of surrender. Her mind wanted to keep fighting but as she very well knew, once the body started to give in, it was only a matter of time before she surrendered and became submissive. It was what she enjoyed about her victims. That moment when they finally surrendered. She felt most happy about that moment when Donna Prescott surrendered. That was a strong-willed woman, but over time, she surrendered and was now a broken mess. Those thoughts started to really affect her. She did not want to be submissive. She had always been a dominant. Her mind raced as she tried to come up with a plan for escape. She knew that if she did not get free soon enough, her submissive fate was sealed. “Rita….Rita….come on. You have got to stop this. What do I need to do for you to let me go?” she asked in desperation.
“We already went over this, Marge. You already know. While you think about it and try to remember, I want to go to the one place that anyone rarely goes! I want to see your feet. Hehehe I want to see how they feel right now. Be right back, oh wait, quick question. Should I go to your left foot, or the right one?” Rita teasingly asked. She was excited to go after Marge’s feet. She had given her foot rubs before, but if she tried to tickle them, her boss would pull away and that ended that. Even when they had sex, if she touched Marge’s feet, that was the end of the sex. She already knew the feet were very sensitive, and it did surprise her when she could give a foot massage. But in order to give one, Marge had to be wearing socks. The thick winter kind that she would slide on. She never allowed her bare or stockinged feet to be touched. Now, this was her opportunity to have a lot of fun with them.
Marge heard that question and her heart sank. Rita was going after her feet. She knew how bad her feet were and now they were going to be tortured. She liked foot massages, but only when she was wearing thick wool, winter socks. Now she was in her stockinged feet, so any touch was going to drive her crazy. She looked at Rita who stared at her and she truly hated this moment. She wanted nearly anything to avoid having her feet tickled. It was going to be bad and not even her strong will would be able to prevent her from suffering. “Rita!! Please! Please don’t do this! You know I don’t like my feet being touched! YOU KNOW THIS!!! Listen to me! Just listen to me! Ok! Let me go and we can talk about this. You made your point. You showed me just how strong of a woman you are and how protective you are. I respect that. Now, woman to woman, let’s talk and work something out. I really do not want you to touch my feet.” she pleaded desperately.
“Why Margaret Broussard, I do declare! Sounds like you are very afraid of me touching your feet. Hehehe Why is that?” Rita teasingly asked. She loved the reaction Marge was giving her now and she was next to the tied down left foot. She saw that helpless foot, still hiding inside the stocking, just waiting to be tickled.
“YOU KNOW WHY!!!! Listen to me! This has gone on far enough. You have tortured me enough. Now, let me go and we can talk like two civilized women about this whole thing. I swear! We can talk!” Marge said with a lot of fear in her voice. She saw Rita’s eyes looking at her foot and she felt extremely nervous. She had to do anything she could to protect her feet because she knew Rita was going to severely torture her if she didn’t.
“Marge, Marge, Marge. It is just your foot I will touch. You act like I am ending your life or something. Hehehe I thought you liked it when I touched your feet. I remember you purring a few times before. Remember that time when you were on your feet all day last winter? Remember how I took off those boots of yours and rubbed your tired feet. You didn’t let me take the heavy wool socks off, but nonetheless you were purring like a newborn kitten. How about that massage again? You sound very stressed. Hehehe” Rita teased. She knew why Marge didn’t want to touch her foot at the moment. She did not have the protection of those thick socks. Now, her own anticipation grew because Marge was genuinely fearful at the moment. It excited her and she reached her hands forward so she could give the foot a gentle massage.
“RITA!!!! RITA DON’T!!!! DON’T YOU DARE!!!!!” Marge screamed as she saw those hands headed towards her helpless foot. She started to wiggle her foot around, desperately trying to avoid the hands. Then her foot was caught, and she felt both of those hands wrapped around her foot and started to knead into the sole. The ticklish sensations were immediate, and she exploded. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA LET GO OF MY FOOT! HAHAHAHAHAH I DON’T WANT THE MASSAGE!!! HAHAHAHAHA NO MASSAGE!!!” she laughed.
“I bet this feels really nice. That’s right, let me get DEEPER with the massage. Mmmmmm….nothing like a good foot massage in the morning to start your day, right?” Rita teased. She loved that explosive laughter and pressed her thumbs right into the arch area. Marge's feet were quite large, a size 11, so there was plenty of surface area to play with. She felt the foot tense up and loud laughter filled the room. She felt a shot of adrenaline throughout her entire body because she was in uncharted territory. No one had ever touched Marge’s feet without those wool socks. She could feel the contours of the sole and it was a nice shape. She could already tell just how thick the soles were and couldn’t wait to touch the actual skin. She had seen Marge’s feet plenty of times but never touched them. She thought about the creamy skin color on the sole, and how thick those toes were. Once she got the stocking off, she was truly going to enjoy herself.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAH RITA!! RITA!!!! HAHAHAHAHA NO MASSAGE!!! NO MASSSSAAAAGGGEEE!!!” Marge continued to scream as the tickling was very powerful. The way those thumbs pressed into her sole sent intense ticklish shockwaves and she already couldn’t stand it. She started to feel a little embarrassed because she was laughing so hard. She couldn’t help it. She was deathly ticklish on her feet, which was why she always enjoyed tickling the feet of others the most. She knew how devastating foot tickling could be and wanted to inflict the worst on her victims. Now it was happening to her and she was already losing control. If she thought the tickling of the other spots on her body was bad, this was far worse. This drove her absolutely crazy, and Rita wasn’t even moving her fingers in a tickling fashion. Once that happened, she knew her resolve would be gone, and true torture would begin.
“Marge, you have such nice feet. I have admired them for a long time, and you never let me play with them. You have played with my feet so many times. The way you tickled them yesterday was devastating. Despite that, I am giving your feet a treat. I would think that you would be grateful, but all you want to do is laugh at my efforts. Well, I guess I just have to be the kind of woman to be forgiving.” Rita said with a huge smile. She loved his moment. This was far better than what she did earlier because of the sheer intensity of the laughter. There was no defiance coming from Marge. She was just laughing her head off and she just kept enjoying the massage. She then moved her thumbs to the ball of the foot and felt how strong that muscle was. Being on her feet all day made the muscles in her foot strong, and she wanted to work out all the tension. She heard a delightful ticklish squeal, and she laughed. It was a different kind of squeal, which meant this simple massage had to be destroying her boss. “Hehehe wow, I think I can see why you never wanted anyone to touch your feet. I am guessing you are quite ticklish here. Hehehe” she taunted.
Marge couldn’t even respond to the taunting because the ticklish feeling was quite overwhelming. The way those thumbs kneaded into the ball of her foot, it caused her to squeal helplessly. This was her greatest fear. For others to find out just how ticklish her feet were. It was another reason why she truly enjoyed tormenting Darby’s big feet. That deputy was excruciatingly ticklish on her feet. It made her feel better knowing that she wasn’t THAT ticklish but very close. It also helped that Darby had that potion flowing through her, so it made those extremely tender feet that much more ticklish. Marge couldn’t even imagine what would happen if she had that potion within her. She would probably pass out if her feet were touched in that situation. Now, she felt the fingers moving towards her toes and she just about lost it. “RITA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MERCY!!! MERCY!!! HAHAHAHAHA PELASE DON’T DO THIS!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA OH GAWD!!! IT TICKLES!!!!” she shrieked.
“I can tell…..hehehe” Rita responded with a giggle. She loved how the toes clenched tight, doing their very best to not get touched. She was having a lot of fun, and this was just a massage with the stocking on. That got her blood pumping, and she didn’t want to wait any longer. She grabbed the tip of the stocking and pulled it upwards off the toes. She then pulled on the fabric and a hole appeared. She wanted to get to the naked foot and really have a good time. The hole in the stocking got bigger and she pulled it down and now those thick toes started to appear. She saw that creamy skin and took the stocking off the foot. She saw the ball of the foot getting exposed, as well at that arch area and finally off the heel. She took a moment to observe the bottom of that helpless foot and smiled. She saw it quivering in ticklish fear. She saw how thick the sole of the foot was. The skin was very smooth, with just a few wrinkles in the arch. The arch itself was defined, but not very high and not too low. The foot was also wide. The big toe was plump, and the rest of the thick toes descended in length. It was a very large foot, and she already knew very sensitive. “You truly have some beautiful feet, Marge. I like them. I can’t believe I am actually going to touch your skin for the first time.” she said with lust in her voice.
Marge felt herself overheating as the massage finally stopped. She was trying to take in air because she screamed very hard. She felt true fear in her body because if she reacted like that from a simple massage, then when Rita truly tickled her foot, she was going to be devastated. She looked towards her dancer and saw the glee on her face. She knew she couldn’t hide this torment. She knew she could not even pretend to be strong. That really took a hit at her ego and now she felt that true feeling of helplessness. She felt it several times already, but at this very moment, she knew she was done for. Rita was going to break her and there was nothing she could do to stop her. “Rita…..please….please don’t tickle my feet. It would be true torture. I-I will do ANYTHING for you not to tickle me. Please….I am begging you not to do this.” she pleaded with sad emotion in her voice.
Rita broke her lustful gaze at that vulnerable foot and looked back at Marge’s face. She could see true fear on that face, and it stunned her. For the first time ever, she saw just how scared Marge could be. She had seen her fearful and worried during this torture session, but it was more pronounced right now. She saw the emotion in her eyes and knew this woman was dreadfully fearful of her feet being tickled. That excited her because it meant she finally gained control over Marge’s willpower. She could do whatever she wanted to her and Marge would most likely submit to her. She gently blew her breath across the undersides of the toes and the foot immediately wiggled around. “Anything, huh?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Yes!! Anything!!! Anything! Please…..I am truly begging you to not tickle my feet. You know I never beg ANYONE for ANYTHING, but I am begging you right now. Please don’t tickle my feet.” Marge begged. She truly felt every single nerve in her body on edge and her foot was shaking in ticklish fear. She knew her ego was being shredded but she truly did not want to go through that kind of suffering.
“That is true. You have never begged anyone for anything. You have tremendous pride in yourself and a massive ego. So, you must really be scared of me tickling your feet without any mercy, right?” Rita asked. She felt a surge of power within her soul because she hadn’t even tickled the foot yet and Marge was already capitulating to her. It was a strange feeling because if she wanted, she could become the new boss of the bBurlesqueshow. That would be something amazing because she could truly run the business and get away from the sex trafficking ring. She thought about what she could make Marge do and she thought of a test idea. If Marge agreed to it, then she knew this woman would be very obedient to her. “Ok, here is something I would like to do. Can I feather your pussy until you cum?” she asked with a devious gleam in her eye.
“W-What? You want to feather my pussy? Um, that is a bit much, but…..” Marge started to say. She knew her pussy was very responsive to touch. She loved sex and whenever she was played with between her legs, it always brought out the best feelings. She was being asked to get feathered in that area, but it wasn’t from a position of strength, it would be a position of submission. She saw Rita’s eyes looking at the naked toes on her left foot and she swallowed hard. She knew what the answer would be, or she would suffer. “Sure!! You can feather my pussy! It is all yours. Make me cum! I am willing get feathered there, just please don’t tickle my feet.” she responded.
“So obedient! Ok, I will have to feather your pussy for sure. That was my test to see if you would be a woman of your word. Ok, how about this? I become co-owner of this business. I want to run this business and be in charge with you. I won’t take away your name, but I will be on equal footing as you. That sounds like a compromise, right?” Rita asked. She started to think she could do a lot of good if she had some power of the business itself. She wanted to run it all by herself, but she was setting Marge up for other things. She wanted to show her she could be somewhat merciful.
“Y-You want to be co-owner?? Really?” Marge asked in disbelief. Now, Rita was asking a lot. This was her business! This was something she worked so hard to build up and her dancer wanted to just come in and start running the business and take away her power. She felt a twinge of anger in her body, and she didn’t know if she could truly let that happen. “Um, that is something I am open to discussing. Once I get free, we can talk about you being co-owner, ok?” she answered.
“That’s not the deal. I guess you want more tickling….” Rita responded when she heard Marge give a non-committal answer. She softly zipped her finger up the length of the sole, going from the heel into that wide arch and off the ball of the foot. She saw the foot instantly start to spasm and a cruel smile formed on her face. These feet were definitely going to be horrifically ticklish.
“RITA!!! NOOOOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA DON’T TICKLE!!! DON’T TICKLE!!!!” Marge screamed as she felt that finger stroking up her foot. For the first time in years, someone was tickling her barefeet. The sensation was absolutely powerful, and she lost it. She would touch her own feet to clean them, and it tickled her. Now, that ticklish stroke was something she dreaded for so long. She moved her foot around rapidly as best as she could and just couldn’t believe the intensity.
“Hehehehe I really do love how ticklish you are. It is a beautiful thing.” Rita teased as she did another stroke on the foot. She had to wait for a few seconds when the foot was twisting and moving around, but once it settled, she did a stroke. Marge’s foot skin was quite tender, and it made sense. The woman didn’t go barefoot much. She did see the feet at times but was never in a position to touch them. Now, she could touch them as much as she wanted and there was nothing Marge could do. That shrill laughter excited her, and she had to keep tickling. She then grabbed the top of the foot with her left hand and did her best to hold it still. Then she took the fingers on her right hand and fluttered them up and down the sole to really give it a good tickle. “Kitchy Kitchy koo!!!” she taunted.
Marge felt her foot being grabbed and now fingers were moving up and down her foot with a light, fluttery touch. Her eyes nearly came out of her head and her entire body tensed up. It tickled like no other and she was now in pure ticklish agony. She screamed as loud as she could and then her eyes shut tight. That feeling was something like no other and what made it worse was that there was nothing she could do to stop it. The fingers were mainly on her arch, which was a very delicate area, and she was in sheer panic. She had to do something, or this would be absolutely brutal for her. “OK!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA OWNER!!! YOU CAN BE OWNER!!!!” she screamed.
“Owner? Hmmmm….I like that idea. I was hoping for co-owner, but if you are willing to let me be the boss, I think I can do that. We can change it to Rita Wade’s Burlesque show. Hehehe I like that.” Rita teased as she continued to move her fingers in a very soft touch on the bottom of that massive foot. She could feel how strong Marge was, but she still had a firm grip. She was still amazed by this powerful reaction. She only saw one person who reacted more strongly and that was Deputy Darby. That woman was more ticklish than Marge, but it wasn’t by much. She remembered the screaming laughter and Marge was definitely screaming just like Darby. She wondered how long it would take for Marge to break. She had battled her this entire time, but with the tickling of the foot, Marge was far more submissive. This was her chance to finally break the woman, and she was going to take advantage of it. “Will you be a dancer?” she followed up.
“YES!!!! HAHAHAHAHA YES!!! ANYTHING!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA DANCER!!! I WILL BE A HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH DANCER!!!!” Marge roared as the fingers never stopped moving. The ticklish feelings seemed to be getting worse, and she was already afraid of breaking completely. She really needed Rita not to spend much time on her feet. There was no way she could handle it. She was already agreeing to everything Rita said and that really got to her. Her ego was put away out of sheer desperation at this point.
UP NEXT: Marge is helpless and Darby breaks the cases wide open!
Ok fans, how did you like this chapter? Poor Becky. She had to be the test dummy, but she survived. hahahaha Things are really going to hit next chapter. This is the turning point of the series and there is a lot of things that set up the final run for this series. I really do appreciate all of you for being such loyal followers of this saga. It means the world to me that this entertains you and you look forward to it every week. Your comments are most welcomed and encouraged.
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