The Deputy and The Outlaw: Sacrifice (F/F) Part 20

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Hello fans! Well, we are getting towards the end of this 22 part series. These last three chapters will be one hell of a ride. Thank you all for supporting this series and the entire Deputy's Universe as a whole. This "Phase 4" has lasted over a year! Now we are getting to the end. Emotions are running wild for the characters (I hope yours is too!) and I truly hope you enjoy the story itself when it is done. So, let's get to the next part! As always, your comments are most welcomed and encouraged!







PART 20



Rosa noticed that Sylvia had stopped struggling immediately once her hands went into the armpits. That sent such excitement throughout her entire body. It appeared that even this trained assassin had a weakness like everyone else. “I am holding you down. You tried to kick my friend there. I should ask you why you sound so nervous? How come you are not fighting me?” she teasingly asked.

Sylvia started to have that ticklish fear and could hear it in Rosa’s voice. She had to be very careful in her response or something terrible was going to happen. She could not believe that she could be tortured through tickling. She decimated a lot of women. She didn’t know how ticklish she was. It had been many years since she was tickled, and the last time was something very brief. She knew she was ticklish, which was why she never told Thalia when she was asked by the bounty hunter that night she learned about the torture method. “Ok, I will stay still. Can you please get your hands out of there? I won’t move and it…..well….you’re hurting me.” she said.

“Hurting you? Interesting. I don’t hear you yelping in pain. I think my hands should stay here. That way I can make sure you won’t try anything. Plus, I have a few questions to ask. If you answer them, then perhaps I will let you up from the table and we will send you to jail. Ready for the questions?” Rosa teased. She was getting really excited because Sylvia was very nervous. This was such an exciting moment for her because she got to torment La Diabla and now she could torment another extremely dangerous woman. She wiggled her fingers slightly to send a message that she was ready to torture her.

Sylvia felt those fingers in her armpit wiggle a little and it tickled! It tickled a lot! That messed with her mind because she was so used to being in control. She had dominated everyone she encountered. No one had ever had her submissive. The last time that happened was when her teacher first taught her the art of being an assassin. Even she when playfully spared with Thalia or the Russians, she was not dominated and submissive. She could not do that now. No matter how much they tickled her, she had to hold firm. She could not let them win. She didn’t know how ticklish she was, but she just could not surrender to them in any circumstance. “W-What questions?” she asked, and she gritted her teeth.

“The kind where you want to give me valuable information. Because if you don’t, well, it won’t go well for you. I am noticing your body seems really nervous. I wonder….” Rosa teased as she could sense the ticklish tremors in Sylvia’s body. She couldn’t wait to hear this serious woman laugh. It would probably be the best moment during her adventure. She looked over at Becky and smiled. “Hey Becky, doesn’t Sylvia seem kinda…..well, you know? Sensitive?” she asked with a smile.

Becky smiled back at Rosa when she heard that question. She could see the change in demeanor for Sylvia once those hands were placed in the armpits. She knew what that was like and looking at Sylvia’s face let her know that woman was desperately trying to hold back her laughter. She wanted to see her suffering a little. This was the same woman that befriended Darby, then ended up kidnapping her and sending her to Mexico. Now, it was time to make her suffer. She enjoyed the torture of Ingrid and Maria. Now it was time for this woman to laugh her head off, especially after she tried to insult her. “I think ya are right! She does seem kinda sensitive. Hey Sylvia, are ya a bit ticklish?” she asked with a huge grin.

Sylvia heard those questions and could feel how deep Rosa’s fingers were in her armpits. She wanted to curse these women, but with those fingers right in those spots, she would lose it for sure. She did not want them to get the satisfaction of making her beg or submit to them. She took a very deep breath and then looked at Rosa. “Tell your idiot friend that I am not ticklish. Now, stop playing games. What questions do you want to ask me?” she said as she tried to suppress a ticklish smile.

“Answering Becky’s question would have been a good start. However, I will give you an easy one. What is your name?” Rosa asked. She wanted to start easy, then as soon as Sylvia was defiant, then she was going to tickle those armpits with reckless abandon.

“Sylvia. Sylvia Cartier. That’s my…..name.” Sylvia responded as she tried to brace herself for the tickle attack. It was really starting to wear on her because even though the fingers were not doing anything, resting in place was driving her crazy.

“See? That was easy enough. Now, where are you from?” Rosa asked. She liked this game. She could feel the tension in Sylvia’s body and knew the poor woman had to be ready to explode at any moment. She did a quick wiggle with her fingers just to see if she could catch her off guard.

“Mmmmmmmmm……..I am from Europe.” Sylvia groaned as she felt those fingers do the quick wiggle. The intensity of the sensations started to grow, and she got worried. She was trying too hard not to reveal just how ticklish she felt, and it took a lot of her strength. Her mind started to race wondering how she was going to get out of this predicament.

“Europe? How nice! Although you didn’t tell me where…..” Rosa said, then smiled. She started to wiggle her fingers a little more because she wanted to force some giggles out of this woman. She could see the strain on her face. She could see her gritting her teeth and her eyes were shut tight. She could see how red her face was getting and knew that she had to be on the verge of exploding. She wiggled her fingers a little more because it was time to show her who was really in control. “Where in Europe? Tell me.” she teased.

“FRANCE!!!!! I AM FROM FRANCE!!!!” Sylvia screamed as the fingers went harder inside her armpits. That tickle attack nearly made her laugh, but she held firm. She started to feel the strain in her body, and she didn’t know how much longer she could hold out from laughing. She clamped her lips again, along with gritted teeth. She was a little proud of herself for not laughing but had no idea how much longer she could take.

“Oh? I heard good things about France. So, where’s Darby?” Rosa asked suddenly. She knew she was about to catch Sylvia off guard, and it was a perfect time. She started to aggressively wiggle her fingers in the armpits and smiled when she heard that wonderful sound of laughter.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA STOP!!!! STOP!!!!!” Sylvia screamed when the fingers really started to tickle her. She was not ready for that attack, and she couldn’t hold back. It surprised her how much it actually tickled her. She didn’t know how sensitive she truly was and now that she was being tickled, it felt horrible. The ticklish sensations ripped right through her body, and she started to move her body around. Then she felt her ankles being held down and she felt helpless.

Becky heard that explosive laughter and it surprised her. It was fascinating to see how ticklish this woman was, especially since she was an assassin. She remembered how cordial and nice she was back in Plotsville, but seeing her laugh now was fun. She held the ankles down to prevent Sylvia from kicking her legs and trying to get away. The laughter itself sounded beautiful. It was high pitched and had a lot of power behind it. She knew how horrible it could be to be tickled hard and wondered just how long Sylvia could endure. “Wow! She is really ticklish! Hehehe” she giggled.

Rosa loved that reaction coming from Sylvia. She loved the way her laughter exploded from her mouth, and she was screaming in laughter. It was such a rush. She truly enjoyed the power of tickling someone else. She knew that this was something she could always use in the future. She could become an interrogator for the Rurales and be very effective. She stared at that beautiful face again and loved it. The eyes were clamped shut and those lips were wide open with the most beautiful laughter coming out. She then slowed down her tickle attack because she wanted to see if Sylvia was ready to start talking. She knew the woman had to embarrassed, which was what she wanted to happen. “Ok, I am stopping the tickling. You better tell me where Darby is, or I am going to……TICKLE……you again.” she threatened.

Sylvia felt embarrassed by losing her composure and laughing out loud. This is what she did to women. Now it was happening to her, and she felt really embarrassed. She felt her face burning with shame and she didn’t want to look at Rosa or Becky. Seeing them gloating would be hard to see. She knew she was in trouble now. Just like she did to her victims, once they started laughing uncontrollably, it opened the flood gates, and it was going to get worse. She heard that question and her mind wanted to resist. They got her to laugh, but they would never break her. “Go…..to…..hell.” she said trying to catch her breath.

“That wasn’t nice…..” Rosa said, then started to wiggle her fingers in the armpits again. She found the center of the armpits and pressed into them. She heard that squeal coming from Sylvia’s lips, and she felt really excited. Now it was time to torture this woman. Now was the time to break her will. If she could get Sylvia to surrender, it would be the sweetest moment. She wiggled her fingers very quickly and wanted to make sure the assassin suffered. “Tickle tickle little girl!” she taunted.

Sylvia felt those fingers climbing towards the middle of her armpits and she exploded in laughter again. This was far worse than she imagined, and it was overwhelming. Now she understood how effective this method was even more. She had broken so many women and loved doing it. Experiencing it herself made her realize just how horrible it was and very effective in breaking women. She had to fight it because she did not want to become like her victims. She did not want to beg for mercy. She did not want to surrender. She figured she would just “fall on her sword” and just endure this horrible moment. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA YOU *****S!!! HAHAHAHA YOU WILL HAHAHAHA NEVER FIND HAHAHAHAHAH DARBY!!!!!” she screamed.

Becky heard that laugh and those words. She knew that Sylvia was going to try and fight it. She knew Sylvia did not want to surrender to them. It reminded her of what Darby told her about Thalia. They had defeated the highly skilled bounty hunter, and they made her laugh. They tickled her really good and completely humiliated her. But the one thing they didn’t do was make Thalia submit to them. The Greek warrior fought that torture and maintained her strong will. Even though Priscilla ended up saving her, Thalia never surrendered. She wondered if Sylvia would do the same. For her personally, she had surrendered. She had been broken by a few women, even ones where the tickling was fun and sensual, like with Kyie. She was too ticklish, and she surrendered all the time. “Hey, do ya think she will tell us where Darby is? She sounds determined.” she asked Rosa.

“She will. Trust me, if she is laughing like this, there is no way she could hold out forever. We have to get to her ego. The more she fights, the more we tickle, and she will start to break down. Watch this….” Rosa said and winked at Becky. She slowed her fingers down so that Sylvia could recover a little and she could mess with the woman’s ego. “Hey Sylvia, how does it feel to be laughing like a little schoolgirl? You were supposed to be tough. Now look at you. I bet your fellow assassins would laugh at you and be ashamed. You are weak….” she taunted.

Sylvia felt some relief that the aggressive tickling had paused, but she could still feel the fingers in her armpits. She felt her body on fire and was stunned by it. It was still strange for her to be on the receiving end of the torture, and she had no true idea how much longer her body could fight. She had to rely on her mind and also thought that they would not go too far with tickling her body. They were law enforcement and wouldn’t torture her like she would have done to them. She heard Rosa’s taunting words, and she grimaced. She knew what she was trying to do, and it angered her. “How about I tickle you and we will see who laughs like a little girl….” she responded in an angry tone.

“Hehehe well, unlike you, I can admit I am ticklish. Too bad you won’t find out how much. I am not the one being tickled right now. You are. So, I can also stop tickling you. I know you don’t want to laugh in front of me and Becky. It is embarrassing. It is a humiliating experience. I get it. But you know there is only one way to get me to stop. So, do yourself a favor and just tell me where Darby is.” Rosa offered. She looked at Sylvia’s face and could tell she was not only angry but also had a mixture of fear and determination in her eyes. This was actually more fun than when she tickled La Diabla. The outlaw was not trying to fight her as hard. La Diabla was an emotional wreck as well. This was going to be a lot more satisfying because breaking this woman’s will was going to be a great challenge.

“You will stop tickling me anyway! You won’t break me. You might make me laugh, but if you think I will tell you where Darby is, then you are just as stupid as Becky Lockhart.” Sylvia responded then looked towards Becky. She wanted to get insults towards her as well. Rosa seemed to be in better control of her emotions, so she figured she might as well test Becky’s.

Becky heard that insult and her jaw dropped. Sylvia was trying to make her feel terrible, even though she was the prisoner. “Hey!! That wasn’t very nice. Why do ya keep callin’ me stupid?” she asked.

“Because you are. It is obvious that you are SSSSSSTTTTTTUUUUUPPPI HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP!!!! STOP!!!” Sylvia roared as she felt those fingers digging into her armpits once again. It caught her off guard and she couldn’t help but laugh. She tried to close her armpits, but the way her arms were behind her back, there was no way she could close them completely. She tried to move her body around, but she was stuck on that table, and she had to endure some intense tickling feelings.

Rosa heard those insults to Becky, and she didn’t want to just let it happen. She wanted to punish Sylvia for insulting her new friend. She wanted to really torment this woman but then slowed down. She figured it would be a lot more fun if Becky joined in. She remembered her tickling Ingrid, and now, she could torment the woman who insulted her. “Hey, want to tickle her too?” she asked.

Becky heard that explosive laughter and that made her smile. She didn’t like being called stupid and enjoyed listening to that tortured laughter. She heard Rosa inviting her to tickle Sylvia and it set a fire inside her. It was time for her to make Sylvia pay. She thought about the fact this woman was responsible for making Rita part of a sex trafficking ring. She thought about the fact that this same woman kidnapped Darby and took her to Mexico. There were great odds that she tortured Darby as well. She also thought about the fact this woman insulted her. It was time for her to make her regret those words. She saw Rosa’s hands in the pits, so she decided to go after the stomach and ribs. She placed her fingers on the hidden ribcage under the shirt and started to squeeze and press into them. She heard a delightful ticklish shriek, and it was time to really make this assassin suffer. “Ya sure are ticklish…” she beamed.

Sylvia felt those presses into her ribs and it really tickled her. It was really unnerving to her that they were finding some really good ticklish spots on her. She was going to learn just how ticklish she was. She tried to move her legs again, but with the tickling happening, she started to feel that helpless feeling. That really drove her crazy because she knew when her victims reacted the same way, they were ripe for additional torment. She had to do something. “STOP TICKLING ME YOU BITCHES!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP NOW OR I WILL KILL YOU!!!” she screamed.

“It will be quite difficult to kill us if your hands are cuffed and your legs are tied. It also doesn’t help that you are squealing like a pig. Can you oink for us?” Rosa teased. She truly loved the fact they were tormenting her. They needed her to start talking soon. Darby could be in danger, and they had to make her reveal where they were. She knew Sylvia had a strong mind, so weakening her would be key.

Sylvia laughed profusely when she heard that insult. She really hated that they got her to laugh. Now she was being told to laugh like a pig and that made her angry. She looked over at Rosa and could see that smile on her face. She was enjoying torturing her and she wanted to let her know that her happiness would not be tolerated. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA I HATE YOU!!! HAHAHAHA YOU WILL PAY WITH YOUR LIFE!!!!” she threatened.

“And you will pay with……laughter!!!!” Rosa taunted in return. She then really pressed her fingers deeper into the pits. She wanted to make Sylvia pay. She wanted her to suffer. Eventually she would break. She remembered when La Diabla tickle tortured her. She also had strong resolve, but eventually she was broken. It made this moment more intense for her. She looked over at Becky and wanted to encourage her to keep torturing this prisoner as well. They had to overwhelm her, which would make her break. “Great job, Becky! Keep tickling her ribs. Let’s make…..her…..talk!!!!” she said as she pressed her fingers deeper into the pits.

Becky grinned when she heard Rosa’s encouraging words. She knew the soldier was right. They had to start making this woman talk, so she rotated her fingertips faster and a little deeper into the crevices between the ribs. She felt happy that this was happening. When things seemed bleak, she and her friends were rising to the occasion. She thought about how they had finally captured the tickling thief. They had Ingrid and they made her confess. They had tormented Maria. Now they were tormenting Sylvia, the most dangerous woman of all. It was time to finish this job so they could go back home. She needed to save Darby. Nothing else mattered to her than to save her mentor. She applied both hands on the ribs and really started to tickle her. “I like her laugh. She sure is ticklish!” she smiled.

Sylvia felt those fingers on her ribs pressing harder and it really tickled her. It was still horrible with the fingers in her pits, but the added sensation of being tickled on her ribs was too much energy flowing through her body. She felt herself starting to fall into silent laughter and that really concerned her. This was the moment she looked for in her victims and now her body was enduring it. She then tried to swing her legs in desperation because if she did not get out of this predicament, then she would surely break.

Beckly felt the legs crashing into her sides and she moved her hands away from the ribs. She then reached over and grabbed the legs and pressed them back down onto the table. Sylvia was not tied down to the table, so she knew that she and Rosa tickling the upperbody together probably wouldn’t be as effective. “Hey, she keeps tryin’ to use her legs. I got to hold them.” She said as she held onto the legs.

Rosa saw the legs moving and now Becky was holding them. She agreed with Becky’s assessment and decided she would make this woman suffer. She then pulled her hands free of the armpits and looked down at her. She heard that groan coming from her prisoner and knew she was getting tired. Now it was her turn to go after the ribs. She looked over at Becky and smiled. “Hey, why don’t you see if her knees are ticklish. I bet they are….” she told her.

“I like that idea! Let’s see if yer knees are ticklish too. Hehehe” Becky giggled. She liked the idea of going after a weak spot on the legs. It also made her wonder if they would get to the feet. That would be interesting, and her mind started to imagine what the feet would look like. She prayed that they were cute, and more importantly, ticklish.

“Ok, bitch. Since you want to try and kick your legs, we will have to punish you. I am not going to go easy on you. So, unless you tell me where Darby is, I am really going to make you suffer.” Rosa threatened. She really hoped Sylvia would break, so they could finally rescue Darby. She also remembered she had a friendly wager with La Diabla. It made her wonder what the outlaw was doing. She knew that Pilar didn’t stand a chance. “Hehehe I wonder what she is doing to that poor soul. I bet she is having a great time….” she thought to herself.



La Diabla stared at an unconscious Pilar and thought about how she wanted to torture her. She was a little concerned that she was not tied to the table like Darby was. When she tormented Rosa in the same place and on this same table, she lacked ropes then too. She saw the sleeping face of Pilar and was proud of Becky. The apprentice knocked this woman out cold and that helped saved the day so far. She figured it was time to get started. She climbed on top of the table and straddled the legs, near the groin. She looked down and then reared her right hand back, then quickly swung it and slapped a sleeping Pilar. WHACK!!!! “Wake up, bitch…” she said with a smile.

Pilar woke up startled as she felt that very hard strike against her left cheek. Her eyes popped open, and she saw a face staring down at her. She quickly recognized that face and she felt her heart stopping. It was the one person she did not want to be captured by. She felt embarrassed that she lost a fight to Becky, but now the evil outlaw was sitting on her legs. She tried to move her arms, but they were cuffed behind her back. Even with La Diabla sitting on her legs, she felt she could not move them at all. She looked at those evil eyes and she prayed she would be ok. “Hey!!! What did you do to me? Let me out of here! If you let me out of here now, I won’t tell Priscilla what you did.” she told her. She didn’t believe what she said, but felt she had to say something.

“Shut your mouth! Listen to me. I am not going to be nice to you. I want to torture you. I want to get that information and you know what I mean. Now, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. Don’t test me…..” La Diabla threatened. She felt that anger again and wanted to truly punish this woman. She wanted to make her suffer more than anyone else. Now, she was on top of her and it was time to torture her.

L-Listen to me! I am still your boss! Lert me go now and Priscilla will not do something terrible to your mother….” Pilar threatened. She was tied down and trapped. The only true thing she had over La Diabla was Isabel. That was the only way she could get out of this mess by simply threatening her mother. That was what kept the outlaw in line this entire time and she wanted to exploit it again.

La Diabla heard the threat, and she felt giddy inside. She knew that Pilar had no idea that Isabel was free and she was no longer under Priscilla’s control. This was going to be very sweet. She lowered her head a little closer to Pilar’s body and she couldn’t wait to terrify this woman. “Hehehe you really think you or Priscilla will do something to my mother?” she asked with a twinkle in her eye.

Pilar saw that evil smile and that happy look on La Diabla’s face. She didn’t seem phased by the threat, and she had to reiterate it to make sure she showed who was in control. “Yeah!!! You must be crazy right now! You had better do what I say, or your mother PAYS the price! GET OFF ME AND RELEASE ME!!!” she demanded.

“Hehehehe……hehehehehehehe…….heheheHEHEHEHEHEHEHE……HEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!” La Diabla laughed evilly. She felt that very strong rush of energy in her body and now she could torment Pilar. She could not wait to torment her and watch the fear inside Pilar’s body overwhelm her.

Pilar heard the evil laugh and now she was really confused. She didn’t like what was happening and she started to fidget around. The outlaw did not budge, and she grew very nervous. “What are you laughing about? Get off of me at once!!!!” she yelled.

“Oh, you stupid idiot. I no longer work for Priscilla. Do you think I would be doing this to you if I did? Oh no, NOW we play by my terms. My mother? I am not worried about her considering she was found and now safe and sound…..” La Diabla said with a sinister grin. It was time to reveal that Isabel was no longer a prisoner, which would frighten Pilar. There was no leverage. There was nothing that could be used against her to prevent her from torturing Priscilla’s main minion.

Pilar heard that news and her eyes went wide with shock and her mouth was open. She heard that Isabel was free. She didn’t want to believe it. There was no way she could be free. She also knew it was a possibility because La Diabla was more aggressive, and she wouldn’t be that way if her mother was still in captivity. She saw that evil look on her face and she had to get the truth. “What? What are you talking about?” she asked in shock.

“Yes, my mother is safe now. Funny thing about going for walks. You never know what you might find on your journey. There was this hotel nearby. It is called Hotel del Sol. Interesting things were found there. Now that my mother is free, and she is just right outside, me and you are going to have a nice little discussion, aren’t we?” La Diabla said with a smirk on her face. She felt her anger building up and now that she had Pilar in a vulnerable position, she wanted revenge. She wanted to torment this woman and if necessary, end her life. This same woman had that knife to her mother’s throat, which was a sin that could never be forgiven.

Pilar gulped when she heard the name of the hotel. She also could tell from the tone in La Diabla’s voice that Isabel was indeed free. That was the piece they had on the outlaw and if that piece was no longer there, there was nothing stopping La Diabla from exacting revenge. The realization of her being tied up and helpless really struck her core and fear gripped her soul. “Hey, um, let’s have a talk. Listen, it wasn’t my idea!!! It was Priscilla’s idea! Please! Please don’t hurt me!” she pleaded.

La Diabla heard fear in that voice and an angry calm washed over her. It was payback time. With Rosa and Becky tending to Sylvia, there was no one else in this room to stop her from doing whatever she wanted. Her mind started to go through different scenarios and some of them were deadly. She loved the look of true fear on Pilar’s face, which was soothing because she always had that cocky smirk on it. Now it was time to make this woman suffer. “Yes, let’s chat. Well, I will talk, you will listen. You see, I really have no need for you except one thing. I am not going to play with you. Pilar, I am going to torture you. I am going to humiliate you. I am going to make you suffer. Then, I will ask one question. If you even remotely hesitate to answer me, then I will simply kill you. You know who I am. You know my reputation. I mean what I said. I. Will. Kill. You. So, that is how this is going to go. If I were you, I would start praying…..” she threatened in a cold voice.

“NO!!!! PLEASE DON’T KILL ME!!! IT WAS PRISCILLA’S FAULT!!! SHE DID THIS!!! WHAT IS YOUR QUESTION? TELL ME!!!!” Pilar screamed in a panic. She heard that tone in La Diabla’s voice and it sounded like the voice of a killer. She learned about the outlaw from Priscilla and knew she was very dangerous. If her mother was freed, then there was nothing holding her back from killing her. She was already ready to answer whatever she was asked. She did not want to die.

“Not yet. First, it is time for you to suffer for your sins. Let’s see, you kidnapped my friend, Veronica. You took her from me and her girlfriend, and you tortured her. We were worried sick. You did it because you wanted that diamond. Well, now you get to suffer what she suffered!” La Diabla yelled, then plunged her fingers deep into the armpits of Pilar. Since her arms were behind her back, the armpit pockets were vulnerable, and she wanted to torture her. She wanted to make her pay for what she did and was going to enjoy every moment of it. She knew that Pilar was already done for, and this was just to make her suffer. Once she made her suffer long enough, she would ask where Darby was and then end Pilar once and for all.

Pilar heard La Diabla taking about Veronica and her mind went back to that time when she and Maria had kidnapped the outlaw and tickle tortured her all over her body. It was their first kidnapping, and they were very proud of what they did. Now she was going to pay for it by a deranged outlaw. She felt those fingers plunging into her armpits and it surprised her. It caught her off guard and she quickly exploded into laughter. She knew she was very ticklish, especially after what the Greek bounty hunter, Thalia, did to her and Maria. That experience was confirmed that using tickling as torture was very effective. She saw the look on La Diabla’s face, and she panicked. It was a sadistic look and she knew she was going to suffer. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOO!!!! DON’T TICKLE!!!! HAHAHAHAH DON’T TICKLE!!!! HAHAHAHA WHAT IS YOUR QUESTION??” she screamed.

La Diabla loved hearing that tortured scream and she continued to burrow her fingers deep into those pits. She could see the look on Pilar’s face, and it was one of terror and one of laughing agony. She felt a cold feeling within her. She had no compassion for this woman. She was always irritated by her, and she had done so many things to her. Now, it was time to make her pay for everything she did. This was the easy part. This was going to be fun for a little while, then she would do whatever she needed to do to make this woman pay. She ignored that request for asking her question. She just wanted to make her suffer a little.

Pilar saw the expressionless face of La Diabla, and it unnerved her. She didn’t seem fazed at all and seemed focused on humiliating her. The fingers were really deep into her armpits, and she felt those ticklish shockwaves coursing throughout her body. She was a little grateful that she was still wearing her shirt but had a feeling that wasn’t going to last too long. She closed her eyes for a moment and just let her laughter pour out. There was nothing subtle about this tickling attack. It was aggressive and designed to be cruel. She tried kicking her legs out of desperation, but the outlaw sat on her thighs, with her full weight coming down. She also felt a little embarrassed because after all that time of being in control, now she was the laughing victim. She was the one who was screaming for mercy. This was a moment she truly hated.

La Diabla continued to wriggle her fingers inside the armpits and just enjoyed listening to the laughter. She thought about Veronica’s pretty face and felt love for her. The way she described what Pilar did to her fueled her anger towards the woman and she wanted to humiliate her. She remembered how crushed Gabby was when Veronica was missing. How much crying she did. The emotional agony she was in. Now it was time to make her pay. She then pulled her fingers out of the armpits and stared at the helpless victim. Once she removed her fingers, she stared at the shirt. It was buttoned right down the middle, and she didn’t waste any time. She reached her fingers onto the panels, and with a very strong pull, she tore open the shirt, with the buttons popping off. She didn’t want to tease her. She wanted to be really aggressive and use all of her hate to destroy her. La Diabla saw that skin and the brown bra. She saw the chest heaving up and down and heard Pilar starting to cough a lot. A smile formed on her face, and she prepared for her next attack. It was time to do a little humiliation as well. “Dammit. I open this shirt, and what do I see? Just how FAT you are…..” she taunted.

Pilar felt the fingers leave her armpits and a wave of relief washed over her. That attack was very brutal, and she was already very tired. Before she even had a chance to say anything, she felt her shirt being pulled open and her stomach was exposed. Her bra was also shown, and she felt a wave of embarrassment. Then she heard the insult and knew that the outlaw was definitely going to try and humiliate her. “Please…..don’t do this to me. I am sorry!!! I am sorry!!!” she pleaded.

“I don’t care if you are sorry. You will be. You will regret ever crossing my path. Priscilla is one thing, but you? You are worthless to me. You dare tried to make me your bitch by bossing me around. You dumb bitch, you are just going to pay. Now, if you want some mercy, then I want you to admit how fat you are. Come on, tell me how fat you are. Say it with pride too!” La Diabla demanded. She wanted Pilar to suffer emotionally and mentally as well. She wanted to take the humiliation up a level and try to break her mind. She wanted Pilar to remember this moment forever, unless she decided to end her journey on earth.

Pilar heard the demand, and she started to blush. La Diabla was demanding that she admit she was fat. She was a larger woman, but she never saw herself as “fat”. She swallowed hard because she did not want to say those things. Her mind remembered the threat to her life, and that started to make her emotional. She couldn’t refuse anything because she did not want to die. “I-I’m fat….” she said and felt a wave of humiliation wash over her.

“I SAID SAY IT WITH PRIDE!!! I guess you want to die…..” La Diabla snarled, then reached for her gun. She knew that would force Pilar into doing exactly what she demanded.

“I’M FAT!!! I’M FAT!!! PLEASE DON’T KILL ME!!!” Pilar shouted as she saw La Diabla reaching for her gun. She felt so ashamed and now her eyes started to well up with tears. She knew she was going to have to do whatever humiliating things to have her life spared.

“You better had. Now, getting back to Veronica. If I recall, you had her stripped naked. You even tickled her somewhere very private. Perhaps I should do that with you….” La Diabla told her with a smirk on her face. She wanted to destroy Pilar’s mind forever.

Pilar gasped when she heard that threat. She did torment Veronica all over her naked body and now it could be done to her. She was very scared and embarrassed. She did not want this to happen, and it got her a little emotional. “Please….don’t strip me naked. I am sorry for what I did. I should have never touched her. Please…..have mercy. I am begging you. Please have mercy on me.” she pleaded.

“Mercy? Hahahahahahaha” La Diabla laughed, then started to run her nails across the skin covering the ribcage. She felt the body starting to twitch and she saw the ticklish discomfort. She ran her nails lightly over that skin and felt the goosebumps come out. She saw that grin forming on Pilar’ face and knew she hit a sensitive area. She wondered if she should use her nails, or if she should dig into the ribs. She stopped using her nails and then plunged her fingers into the rib area, trying to find the ticklish spots. She didn’t want to do soft tickling; she wanted to be really aggressive and show no mercy at all.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA THAT TICKLES!!!! NOOOOO!!!! PLEASE STOP!!!!” Pilar howled as she felt the nails stop their tickling and felt the fingers pressing into her very ticklish ribs. The nail tickling drove her crazy because the light touch made all of her nerves get stimulated. But with the fingers now pressing into her ribs, the intense ticklish feelings came out and she exploded in laughter. She started to convulse a little and tried her best to get free. She looked at La Diabla’s face again and saw that look of sheer evil. This woman was surely going to torture her, and she still had to answer a question.



Sylvia continued to feel the squeezes on her knees as Becky tickled her there. It was such an odd, yet powerful feeling. Rosa was still tickling her ribs and with double sensations, she just continued to laugh. They didn’t appear to be stopping, and she felt her lungs starting to burn. She closed her eyes and would try every once in a while, to stop laughing, but her body couldn’t help it. She wondered how she looked right now. A feared assassin on a table, tied up and two women she had no respect for were tickling her. She felt embarrassed but knew this was what happens when you torture someone like this. She truly enjoyed tickle torturing her victims. She loved how humiliated they must have felt when they went through it, and now it was her. She wondered for a moment how embarrassed someone like Thalia was. The Greek Bounty hunter displayed rare emotion when she told her about the moment La Diabla and Darby tickled her. It was stunning to hear Thalia talking about how humiliated she was by them. Now it was happening to her. She looked over at Rosa who had that silly grin on her face. That truly angered her, and she vowed that one day she would get her revenge against the soldier. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU BITCH!!!! STOP TICKLING MEEEEEEEEE!!!!” she screamed.

“Hehehe why do you have to be so angry? You should be enjoying yourself right now. You have two powerful, beautiful and amazing women bringing you joy! You are laughing your silly head off right now. The best part is…….you can’t do anything about it!” Rosa taunted, then dug her fingers into the lower parts of the ribcage. That brought out a very cute ticklish shriek out of Sylvia and that made her giggle to herself. The method of tickle torture really felt amazing to her. The most dangerous women she ever encountered were both very ticklish. Seeing them lose control was fun to see and she knew it would also embarrass them. It was better than giving them pain. Because not only were their bodies suffering, but their egos were being destroyed as well. She wondered if she should go after the skin. Sylvia still had her shirt on, and she wondered how this woman would react when her skin was touched. “Hmmmmmm…..where are you most ticklish on your cute ribbies? Here?” she teased, then moved her fingers across the bones.

“HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE I HATE YOU!!!!!” Sylvia screamed as she felt those movements on her ribs. The sensations started to increase, and it angered her even more. She really wanted to destroy both of them and listening to that mocking tone in Rosa’s voice only fueled her fire. Then she felt a really ticklish squeeze just above her right knee and that made her squeal loudly. The powerful ticklish sensation tore right through her and she couldn’t help but feel ashamed by laughing and squealing so hard. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA GET AWAY FROM ME!!!!” she screamed.

Becky felt herself having fun as she squeezed the knees. She loved the fact that Sylvia was laughing and suffering a bit. After being a tickle victim herself multiple times, seeing someone else laugh was always a fun time. She knew how bad it felt and after all the cruel things Sylvia had done to others, she deserved to go through this kind of punishment. It made her think of someone like Donna Prescott. She and Donna were not friends at all but seeing her so broken really affected her. Seeing her so scared and how she clung onto her for safety was something she would never forget. The humiliation of the torture was what really hurt the most. She looked over at Sylvia’s laughing face and felt happy. She did have a very beautiful face and seeing her laugh like that was very soothing to her. They wanted to know where Darby was, and eventually, even someone like Sylvia would break after being tickled so much. "Just tell us where Darby is and ya can go free!" she told her.

Sylvia let out another shriek with each knee squeeze. Becky had found a really responsive spot, and it drove her crazy. She also heard Becky’s voice which only made things worse. The fact that the clumsy apprentice was doing anything to her at all was embarrassing. To hear the voice gloating in a sense struck a deep anger in her and she also vowed one day to hunt that woman down and torture her for the rest of her life. The fact these two women were dominating her made her focus on revenge. She didn’t even want to kill them. She just wanted to torture them for the rest of their lives. The fingers on her ribs and on her knees were starting to get to be too much and even she knew her body wouldn’t last forever resisting. She made her victims break, and her body would eventually do the same as well. She focused on just laughing and even if she surrendered her body, she would never admit to where Darby was located. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU BITCHES!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP TICKLING ME OR YOU WILL HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA SUFFER!!!!” she yelled.

“Suffer how? We are not the ones laughing our heads off right now. You are. I thought you were supposed to be this dangerous woman. You are nothing but a helpless, ticklish little girl. You have soooooo many tickle spots! I bet you even your private areas are ticklish too. Hehehehe Should we find out?” Rosa asked with a silly tone in her voice. She thought about how La Diabla tortured her. She thought about the style the outlaw performed when her own body was being tormented. It was the way La Diabla taunted her with words. The words alone were dangerous because it made her mind think of the most intense feelings. It was a mind game, and the outlaw was very good at that. It made her seem even more ticklish and she wanted to do the same for Sylvia. She had to get past her natural resistance and started to break her will.

Sylvia heard those words, and it surprised her. Listening to Rosa talk about her private areas threw her off because she did not think these two women would do something like that to her. That was something she would do, not two people that were supposed to defend people. She looked at Rosa’s face and saw how happy she looked. She was not going to allow this woman to get the best of her, and she felt her defiance still growing. “HAHAHAHAHA YOU WILL NOT TOUCH ME!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!!!! HAHAHAHAHHAA STOP TICKLING ME!!” she yelled with great intensity.

“Oh, you don’t think I would touch you huh? You really don’t know who you are dealing with….” Rosa taunted then took her hands off the ribs. While Becky was still squeezing the knees, she wanted to take advantage of the situation and really get Sylvia’s mind to start to break. She never did this next step to her prisoners in the last few days, but it was time to go beyond what she thought she would limit herself to do. This was about breaking this woman as fast as possible, so she had to do whatever it took to do so. She then took her left hand and placed it on Sylvia’s groin! The woman still had her pants on, but it didn’t matter. She moved her hand directly across the crotch and her finger actually felt the pussy when she pressed into the area. She wiggled her fingers where the clit would be and then looked at Sylvia’s shocked face. “I bet you liked that didn’t you?” she grinned.

Becky listened to the exchange between Sylvia and Rosa and found it amusing. She liked the way the soldier was taunting the assassin, and she hoped it would start to break Sylvia. She really wanted to find Darby as soon as possible. She heard the talk about touching private areas and she figured Rosa was doing it to mess with Sylvia’s mind. Then she saw her stop tickling the ribs and put her hand on Sylvia’s crotch. That stunned her and she stopped squeezing. She watched as Rosa’s fingers were fiddling with that area and how it appeared she really was touching Sylvia’s most private spot. Her jaw dropped and wondered what was going to happen next.

Sylvia’s eyes nearly came out of her head when she felt that hand on her groin, and then the fingers started to press into her pants, and she felt her underwear rubbing her pussy lips. Rosa was gently massaging her pussy, and it blew her mind. She did not expect that at all. She never expected to be sexually teased. That was what she did to her victims. That was what she did to help break their wills. The fact that the soldier touched her there made her realize that she was in deep trouble. The tickling had stopped on her ribs and knees, and those fingers were now pressing into her cit. Had she been naked, she might have lost control sexually. She looked at Rosa and she had that look of sadism on it. She looked like she was enjoying what was happening to her. It was absolutely stunning, and she did not know how to react. “Y-You are t-touching me?” she asked in shock.

“Yes, I am touching you. You thought I was lying? I am serious with you. I want to touch you. You know, you are quite the attractive woman. You’re an evil bitch with a black heart and I hope you burn in hell, but you really are a pretty woman. I wonder what it would be like to strip you naked and see how pretty your body is. I know you are in good shape. You must have a body that is absolutely perfect. I bet you like this touch on your pussy. I bet you would rather have me touching you and making you feel good instead of tickling you. Would you like me to open up your pants and really make you feel……so……good?” Rosa said in a soft and sensual voice. Her mind flashed back to when she was a prisoner of La Diabla. She remembered she was tied down naked on a table and was so helpless. La Diabla and her friend tickle dominated her and then the outlaw sexually humiliated her. She remembered the soft and sensual words La Diabla was telling her. Her mind hated that moment, but her body absolutely loved it. It brought out such erotic feelings within her hearing that sultry voice and feeling those sensual touches. Her body could not resist, and she ended up having an orgasm from it all. It shattered her mind and will that day and she wondered if she could do that to Sylvia. Rosa surprised herself by even trying something like this, but the way the moment was flowing got her a little excited. Touching this woman’s mound was thrilling and her own nipples got hard. She could see that look of shock on Sylvia’s face, and it was time to exploit it.

Sylvia had no idea how to react. She was still surprised that she was being touched. Her mind started to race and wondered if the same thing would happen to her just like it did to her victims. After tickling them for a long time and wearing them out, she knew their bodies would react to the sexual touching. Forcing their body to surrender sexually to avoid tickling was a true feeling of helplessness. The touch was still happening, and she did feel some arousal. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on something else. These women were not going to do the ultimate humiliation to her. She was not going to let them make her have an orgasm. Her anger was still there, but she felt her nipples starting to stiffen. She opened her eyes and saw Rosa looking at her seductively. She had a feeling the soldier was getting aroused, which only embarrassed her more. “Stop doing that!! You wouldn’t dare touch me! Get your…..mmmmm….. fingers off of me!!!” she yelled, then let a soft moan out when the fingers pressed against her hidden clit, sending a wave of sensual pleasure throughout her body.

“I think someone likes this. I think someone’s pussy would be hungry for my touch. I could make that pussy of yours happy, but I think your body also craves to be tickled. Let me get this shirt of yours open so I can see some skin. Oh, and I think after a long day, you deserve to have those boots of yours taken off as well.” Rosa teased. She loved the way Sylvia was reacting to her touch. She knew that she threw the assassin off her game and it was time to exploit it. She wanted to get her to lose control of her defiance and then surrender. She looked over at Becky and nodded her head. “Becky, can you take her boots off? I am sure her feet would love to be free right now. Hehehe” she giggled.

Sylvia heard that threat and now she was getting upset again. Humiliation was part of that emotion because these women were having their way with her body. This was what she did to women, now it was happening to her. Having touched her most private spot like that was especially bothersome because it meant that she was not in control and she loved being in control. When she heard her boots were going to be removed, it really got her emotions flowing. She knew her feet were kind of sensitive based on whenever she washed them, but it had been many years since anyone actually tickled them. A lover once did a playful stroke on her foot before, but she made them pay dearly by pouncing on them and tickling them until they submitted completely. It tickled a lot, but she still did not know how bad her sensitivity was. Finding out that sensitivity from these two really bothered her. “You do NOT want to take my boots off! It will be a great mistake!” she yelled out.

“Oh really? Well, I am the type that makes mistakes from time to time. Let’s see what happens now. Becky, if you will….” Rosa said and winked at Sylvia. She wanted to show this assassin who was in control. She could tell how nervous the assassin was and was curious about her feet. Would she be really ticklish there and if that were the spot where they could make her break. She could see the anger in Sylvia’s eyes which would make her submit by being tickled even sweeter.

Becky felt a streak of excitement flowing through her body when she was told to go after Sylvia’s feet. She knew just how terrifying and humiliating it was to have footwear removed and feet under tickle threat. It always made her panic whenever her boots were taken off by someone other than her. That feeling of knowing her sensitive feet were going to be touched against her will was some of the worst mental torment she ever experienced. Now, she had an opportunity to do that to a woman who was a cold-hearted person. Sylvia was an assassin and someone like that had to be very cold in the heart in order to do their job. To see her laughing up a storm because of ticklish feet would be something to behold. She moved herself over towards the ankles and grabbed the left boot. She immediately felt Sylvia’s legs moving around and it was going to be really difficult to get them off. “Hey, can ya help me? She is too squirmy! Just like a worm on a fishin’ hook! Hehehe” she requested with a smile.

“Of course. Hehehe Dammit Sylvia, why do you have to be so…..squirmy? hahaha” Rosa taunted when she heard Becky’s request and then looked at Sylvia. She remembered what she did to La Diabla and knew that would be an effective way to get to this woman’s feet. She rolled Sylvia over onto her stomach and saw her cuffed hands behind her back. She was glad they were trapped because if this woman got loose, it could mean trouble. She then climbed onto the table and sat on the legs, right on the knees. Sylvia’s boots went up her calves, but not past the knees. Now that she was sitting on the knees, they would force the feet onto the table, and the legs could not move around. “Ok, go for it. I got her.” she told Becky.

Sylvia felt herself get flipped over onto her stomach and started to get nervous. Then she felt Rosa sitting on her knees and now she lost the ability to move her legs around. Even though she was tied up, she could still squirm around and even swing her legs. In this position, however, she couldn’t move them at all. With her hands cuffed behind her back, she couldn’t do a push up and regain leverage. She started to shake her body, desperately trying to get herself free, then she felt hands on her boot. She knew Becky was about to take them off and her feet would be trapped. It was going to be a nightmare if they got to her feet. She loved tickling a woman’s feet and torturing them and knowing hers were going to be tickled went deep into her soul. “GET OFF OF ME!!!! YOU BITCHES ARE GOING TO PAY FOR THIS!!! DO NOT DO ANYTHING TO MY FEET!!!!” she screamed.

Becky giggled to herself listening to Sylvia yell like that. She knew what that meant. The feet were going to be very sensitive. If they weren’t, the desperation in those screams would not be there. She then placed her hands on the right boot since it was closer to her and started to tug. The boots were not laced, so it started to slide off. She was very curious about what the feet would look like. Sylvia was a very attractive woman, and she hoped she had cute feet. The boot then popped off the heel and she could see the beginning of the gray sock. “hehehe this will be fun.” she giggled.

Rosa watched with delight as Becky was starting to slip off the boot. She loved the fact that she could see the soles of the boots, which meant she would be able to see the soles of the naked feet as well. She started to feel a little excited knowing that Sylvia would probably lose control of herself. The more she participated in tickling a woman’s feet, the more into it she became. It was a lot of fun, and it also seemed very sexy. She hoped she could play with a woman that was willing and thought about Darby, Becky and Kylie. They were her new friends and hoped to forge stronger relationships with them. She was very close to tickling Darby’s feet that night they tormented Ingrid, but she did get to tickle Becky’s soft foot. She really hoped they could have fun with each other like that more often. Her eyes went wide when she saw the boot get taken off and now, the gray socked foot was completely exposed. Rosa felt a tingle between her legs because it was erotic that this dangerous woman was going to lose her mind just by having her feet tickled. “Ooooh!!! Look at her sock! How cute. Hehehe” she teased, knowing that it would bother Sylvia.

Sylvia felt her boot come off and her emotions were in flux. There was a mixture of anger, embarrassment and fear flowing through her and she closed her eyes for a moment. This was without a doubt one of the most embarrassing moments of her entire life. They were going to touch her feet and there was nothing she could do about it. She felt her left boot getting tugged and it wouldn’t be long before both feet were exposed. “You bitches will pay……” she said in a very evil tone.

Becky felt the left boot starting to slide off and she got excited. There was something about taking these boots off that felt good. It felt right and that everything would be worked out. The boot slipped off the heel and she kept pulling. More of the sock appeared and she wondered what the feet would look like. The boot finally came off the toes and now she saw two socked soles right before her eyes. She dropped the boot onto the ground and saw the feet squirming a little. “Hehehehe look at her feet move. I wonder why she feels so nervous.” she smiled.

Rosa chuckled over Becky’s words, and she could feel the excitement as well. They were about to totally embarrass Sylvia, and her nipples started to throb with excitement. She saw those nervous wiggling feet and wanted to really torment them. “Hehehehe I think we know why. I think this dangerous assassin has ticklish feet. Hehehehe Imagine that. She has killed people before in cold blood which means she has no heart. But what we will show is that she is still human and will behave in a joyful way. Take off her socks, Becky. Let’s see what she has hiding inside those socks.” she instructed.

“Ya got it!!!” Becky said with excitement, then made a quick salute to Rosa. She then reached under the pants leg of the right leg and found the top of the sock. She knew this was the moment. They were going to expose Sylvia’s feet and have a lot of fun with her. She pulled the sock down and saw the heel get exposed. She felt a rush of excitement seeing the light pink skin appearing. She continued to pull the sock down and now she could see the creamy arch. It was a nicely formed arch. It wasn’t too high or too low. The arch had creamy skin, but on the outside edge where a footprint could be made, the skin was light pink. The sock came off the ball of the foot and that light pink skin was there as well. The arch had some wrinkles in it, and this was the moment of truth. She looked at Rosa who gave her a wink and a nod and then she pulled the sock off the toes! She tossed the sock over her head and now she looked at the naked right foot. The toes were medium length, with the big toe being a little chunky and the rest of the toes descended in length. The sole itself was narrow, and it was a nicely shaped foot. “Hey! She has some cute feet! I am surprised!” she said with excitement.

Sylvia felt her sock coming off and her face burned red. She felt ashamed this was happening to her. She did this to others. This did not happen to her until now. Even during sparring sessions with Thalia, they didn’t try to tickle each other. No person, man or woman, had ever done this to her where her socks were forcefully removed. She had no idea how to handle this moment. She was finally experiencing the terror she put her victims in. It made her realize just how amazing it was that her victims suffered such agony, but for her, it was the most shameful moment in her assassin career. “Put my sock back on….” she said in a quiet rage.

“Yes!!!! She DOES have some cute feet! I am impressed! Hehehehe” Rosa taunted. She looked at that light pink flesh and creamy arch and she couldn’t help but be excited about this moment. The foot looked about an average size, perhaps a size 7, and seeing it exposed really turned her on. Making a proud woman embarrassed by exposing their feet was addicting. When she exposed La Diabla’s feet, that was such a proud moment. She thought about both of their feet, from the outlaw’s very high arch with that tannish skin with some pink in it and those long toes, compared to the average arch with the light pink skin and medium length toes of this narrow sole. She wondered which one would be more ticklish and she was soon to find out. She saw the other sock starting to get pulled down and when she saw that light pink heel, she felt a wave of lust flowing through her. “Sylvia’s cute feet will be ours to play with.” she teased.

Becky continued to pull down the sock and she saw that creamy arch. Then she saw the ball of the foot and she quickly pulled the sock off to expose the toes. The sight of those two naked soles really got to her. This very dangerous woman was now made to be a “normal” woman. The aspect of her being an assassin at the moment meant nothing. She had her bare feet exposed and she was going to experience the same thing she had felt a few times. The skin looked soft enough and she wondered how long it would take to make Sylvia break. “Hehehehe we can see her feet now! What shall we do first?” she asked with a smile.

“Well, before we start……” Rosa said with a mischievous look in her eye, then turned her body around as far as she could so she could talk to Sylvia. She saw how her head was face first into the table and knew that woman had to be really embarrassed. It was time to keep pushing her because breaking her will would be very exciting. More exciting than when she broke La Diabla because the outlaw was already an emotional wreck due to the stress of her mother. Sylvia, on the other hand, had pure anger and defiance. She wanted to hear her beg. She wanted to hear her scream in ticklish agony. She wanted her to feel all of those horrible ticklish sensations a pair of feet could have. She wanted to make this woman reveal where Darby was in the most humiliating fashion. “Sylvia, here is what is about to happen. Your feet are exposed. They are cute by the way. For an evil woman, you sure have some nice feet. We are going to tickle them. We are going to tickle them a lot. We want to do it all night long. We want to hear you scream. I LOVE tickling feet and Becky does too. Now, if you want to avoid the misery you are about to go through, tell us where Darby is, and your ego will be spared. If you refuse, and honestly, I hope you do, we are going to tickle you and tickle you and tickle you and tickle you. No mercy. No stopping. Just agonizing tickling on the bottoms of your bare feet. So, what will it be? Ready to talk?” she offered.

Sylvia heard that offer and the threat and it really burned her inside her soul. These two women were really starting to get to her, and she felt angry and embarrassed. She thought about how she would somehow break herself free, then torture the living daylights out of both of them. She knew she was about to be tickled on her feet. She knew she might be laughing embarrassingly for a long time. She steeled her jaw and braced herself for the impending foot tickling because she was not going to surrender to these women. “Fuck both of you. I swear, one day you will pay.” she said in a voice of hate.

“You hear that, Becky? She said we will pay one day. Well, let’s make this worth it. You can start. Then I will finish her. She WILL tell us where Darby is!” Rosa grinned. She was delighted that Sylvia challenged them because now they could have some fun with those cute soles.

Becky felt nervous. She didn’t get a chance to tickle prisoners that much, but when she did, it was a good time. Now, this was about trying to force Sylvia to reveal where Darby was. Her mentor was still in trouble and time was running out. She had to focus on being ruthless with the tickling. She had no ruthlessness in her body, but this moment was too important. She didn’t have long nails, as she always kept them neatly trimmed. But she could still do some good tickling damage. She looked at the two quivering soles and went for the first spot. Her aim was the arches because that’s where she was highly sensitive on her own feet. She placed the tips of her fingers at the part of the arch that connected to the heel, and then fluttered them down the arches, all the way to where it met the ball of the foot. The skin was indeed tender. It was nice to touch some feet that were taken care of and now she could have some fun. “Hehehehe tickle tickle!” she said with a huge gap-toothed smile.

Sylvia felt those fingers fluttering in her arches and she was not prepared for it. It was worse than she thought, and she couldn’t hold back. She immediately went into strong laughter, and she curled her toes. Those strong fingers were dancing all over her arches and it drove her wild. “AHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP DOING THAT!!!! THAT FUCKING TICKLES!!!” she yelled.

“We know…..but you chose this.” Rosa said in a calm manner. She looked on as she saw Becky’s long fingers stroking and fluttering up and down those arches. She could see the toes curling and the sound of Sylvia’s ticklish laughter sounded wonderful. She couldn’t wait until she got her own hands on those feet and tickled away. She looked at Becky’s face and saw how happy she was. It was such a fun sight to see as her smile was huge. She felt Sylvia’s body moving around, but with her sitting on the knees, she knew she wasn’t going anywhere. She moved her body a little more towards the calves to make sure the feet were pinned and could not evade those tickling fingers.

Becky felt herself getting more and more into tickling those helpless feet. She moved both hands over to the left foot and focused on it for a bit. One hand was tickling the heel, and the other was tickling the ball of the foot. She really liked how tender the skin was, and her fingers gently pressed into the foot flesh. She moved her hands towards each other, with her fingers constantly fluttering on the skin and bringing out the cutest sound of laughter. It was such an odd moment. A dangerous woman with very cute laughter. It made her think about La Diabla as well. She had never seen the outlaw get tickled but heard that she was. It was such a contrast with the women that were extremely dangerous, yet they were just as ticklish as all the other women. Her fingers then met in the middle of the arch, and she started to move them even faster. She wanted to keep tickling that foot and hoped Sylvia would finally reveal the location of the famous deputy.

Sylvia felt those fingers on her foot, and it drove her wild. This was definitely the longest she had ever been tickled on her feet. The most she ever gotten was a quick stroke on them. Now those fingers were moving all over her foot. She felt how one hand was on the heel and the other on the ball of her foot. She felt those fingers fluttering on her foot and moving closer to the middle of her arch. Then when they finally did, they moved faster and that sent a very strong jolt of ticklish energy throughout her entire body, and she let out a very loud ticklish shriek. That made her feel a lot of shame because they were forcing her to laugh uncontrollably, just like she did to her victims. “HAHAHAHAHAHA JUST WAIT!!! I WILL GET YOU BOTH!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I SWEAR!!!” she screamed.

“Yeah, yeah, yah. It is always the same with women like you. You will get us back. You will do evil things to us. You will make us suffer. You will hunt us down. I heard it all before. BUT you will be in jail, so it is an empty threat….. Just laugh.” Rosa replied. She knew her own defiant attitude would irritate Sylvia and that was her goal. The assassin was a proud woman. She was surely used to being in control. But right now, she was a victim and unable to do anything. Now that she saw how ticklish those feet were, she planned to really torment them. She wanted Becky to have her fun first, then she would come in and finish her off. She looked at those toes and couldn’t wait to try her new tickling technique!

Sylvia heard that retort and it really angered her. The dismissive tone in Rosa’s voice got to her and she started to vow revenge on her the most. She had to figure out a way to get out of this situation and make that woman suffer. She thought about getting her tied up and stripped naked. She had a feeling that she was very sensitive and tickling her would devastate her. Breaking her down and forcing her to orgasm multiple times would be very satisfying. That soldier also touched her pussy. She didn’t touch the naked pussy, but the fact she was groped there also made her determine to exact her revenge one day. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU!!!! I WILL COME FOR YOU!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU WILL BE NAKED AND SUFFER THE MOST!!!!” she yelled in a very strong tone.

Rosa winked at Becky and smiled. She knew she was getting to Sylvia and wanted Becky to keep tickling that foot. She wanted to make Sylvia suffer even more and keep destroying her ego. She looked at the right foot and then did a quick swipe of her finger up the length of the sole. That foot went spastic, and it made her smile. “Promises, promises. You wish you could touch my body. I bet you wish you could see me naked. But we both know that I will see YOU naked…..” she teased.

Becky giggled as she listened to the back and forth between Rosa and Sylvia. She started to admire Rosa more as time went on. She had shown just how strong she was and how talented she was. It was like she was the Mexican version of Darby. Fearless. The type of woman that could take control. She really hoped she could be as strong as her and Darby one day. Her eyes looked at the foot again and focused on tickling the instep area. That got a nice reaction and her finger slid up and down that area. “Hehehe she is really ticklish here. Hehehe” she giggled.

Sylvia heard Rosa’s response, and it only angered and humiliated her even more. She was being mocked by her and her experiencing this embarrassing foot tickling did not help matters. She started to feel more hatred towards her than to Darby. Darby was Christos and Thalia’s nemesis. She didn’t like her because she put her other Russian friends, Helga and Svetlana, in jail. But with Rosa, this was getting personal. She did not want this woman to get the best of her, and she focused on revenge. She was laughing hysterically, but her mind kept thinking about how she would make Rosa suffer like this and then end her forever. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU WILL REGRET THIS!!!! I PROMISE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA STOP TICKLING MEEEEEEEE!!!!” she yelled in ticklish agony.



La Diabla looked at Pilar’s face and she could see how miserable she was. It didn’t even matter to her. She wanted this woman to suffer. She had tickle destroyed her ribs and now she was working on the stomach. That got a very good ticklish response, and it made her feel good inside. She knew she had to be more aggressive because she didn’t have time to truly destroy this woman. If Darby was already safe along with everyone else she loved, then she would take her sweet time making this woman suffer. She would love to torment her for hours and making her have several orgasms. But time was of the essence. Darby was with Priscilla. She had a feeling that Priscilla was probably still torturing Darby at this very moment. Probably tickling her and making her suffer. That made her want to get really serious and get the information out of this woman. She paused her belly tickling and stared at her. She felt a sense of aggression in her and waited until Pilar settled down a little before she made her next threat. “Come on, fat bitch. Breathe. I need you alive…..for now.” she said in a cold tone.

Pilar felt a wave of relief as the tickling had finally stopped for a moment. Her ribs were destroyed from the tickle attack and her stomach really suffered. Her shirt had even been pulled up and her naked skin was tickled. She felt horrible and humiliated when La Diabla pointed out her chunky body. Her body temperature was very hot, and her lungs were burning. The memory of Thalia tortured her was fresh in her mind and this outlaw was at that level. It made her very sad because that kind of torture was too much for her to handle. The way those fingers touched all around her naked belly was intense. The way those nails skated over her skin drove her insane. The way those fingers played with her navel almost made her snap and now she had rest. She was sucking in a lot of air, and she felt the sweat on her face. She really did not want to get tortured anymore. She also feared for her life because La Diabla kept talking about how she was going to end it. There was supposed to be one question asked of her and if she didn’t answer it, she was going to pay a price. She didn’t know if that meant more tickle torture, or if that meant death. Pilar looked at La Diabla’s face and saw that menace on it. This was the version that Priscilla had told her and Maria about. How dangerous she was. She wanted to beg for mercy and prayed she would give it. “Please….no more. I…..I can’t take it anymore……please….ask your question. Please…” she whimpered.

“I am not ready yet. You need to suffer just a little while longer. I want to tickle torture you somewhere. I am debating two areas. You remember what happened to Darby. You saw her naked body get tormented and you enjoyed it. I hate you. I really do. You are just a pawn. Nothing. Just the dirt on the ground. However, you still have a very responsive body. So, I want you to tell me where I should torture you next. It is between your feet and your pussy. Make a choice.” La Diabla threatened. She wanted to push this woman into insanity and had a feeling she knew where she would tickle next. She saw the shock in Pilar’s eyes and knew this woman was on the verge of breaking. It was time to finish her, so she could go rescue Darby.

Pilar heard the choice given to her and she was in shock. This woman wanted to tickle either her feet or her pussy. She looked at the outlaw’s face and could see that sadistic look in her eyes. She also heard all the insults and even though it made her a little angry, she was more shocked by what was to happen to her next. She didn’t want either spot tormented, but if she had to make a choice, having her pussy played with would be too much for her to handle. Tickling her pussy would have been far more humiliating and demeaning than having her feet touched. Her feet were quite ticklish and that would be torture enough. However, they were the safer choice. “My….my feet.” she simply replied.

“I was really hoping for your pussy. Hehehehe I wanted to see what you look like between those legs of yours. Then again, it could be very nasty. So, your feet it is.” La Diabla taunted, then made her way towards the foot of the table. She saw Pilar’s legs moving around and she didn’t want that to happen. She pulled out her gun and pointed it at Pilar’s face. “Keep your legs still and let me take off your shoes and socks. Or you get a bullet to the head. Make a decision.” she threatened.

Pilar saw the gun pointing at her face and she froze. Her entire body went rigid, and she felt a powerful feeling of fear grip her entire soul. She did not want to die, so she kept her body still. The way the outlaw was speaking to her, and after the torture of her mother and Darby, she knew she was very angry. She did not want her feet tickled at all, but that was better than getting shot. She saw the gun get put back in the holster and watched the outlaw’s hands grab her right shoe and unlaced it. The feeling of her feet getting bared bothered her. Just like when Thalia did this to her, it made her want to get emotional because she was under someone else’s control and there was nothing she could do about it.

“Good girl. You know, I always thought of you as a stupid human being. But you are showing some intelligence right now and that helps your cause. It means when I ask my question eventually, you are going to be obedient and answer it with enthusiasm. So, let’s get you ready for this moment.” La Diabla told her. She didn’t plan to shoot Pilar, that was reserved for Priscilla, but she wanted to make sure this minion was ready to obey. She unlaced the shoe and started to tug at the heel. It was time to play with her feet and humiliate her. The shoe slipped off the arch area, and then the toes! She held up the empty shoe and grinned. “Damn Pilar, you got some BIG feet. Hehehehe” she teased.

Pilar blushed when she heard the insult about her feet. She knew her size 10 feet were large, but she was a plus size woman, so it was fitting for her body type. She didn’t, however, like seeing her shoe held up as a trophy. She grimaced when the shoe got tossed over the outlaw’s shoulder and heard it hit the floor. Then she saw those hands reaching for the top of her black sock. She felt it sliding off her calf, then her ankle was exposed. She kept her body perfectly still and it wouldn’t take long for her foot to be exposed. The sock came off her heel and her heart started to race. “Please…have mercy.” she said in a meek voice.

“Mercy? Hahahahahaha that’s rich coming from you. Did you give Veronica any mercy? Huh? She told me and Gabby how horrific it was when you tickled her. She was begging you and you gave no mercy at all. And I don’t like you, remember?” La Diabla retorted. She felt a little angry as she remembered when Veronica described in detail what happened to her when she was kidnapped by Pilar and Maria. She knew it was really bad for her, and she wanted to use that as an act of vengeance on Pilar. She saw the tan colored skin of the arch and saw just how thick the sole was. She always liked tickling larger feet. There was so much surface area that she could play with. The sock came off the ball of the foot and then she slipped it off the toes. She held up the sock and looked at the foot. It was a wide foot and the skin looked quite soft. No callouses or other blemishes. The toes were thick and short. She laughed in her head when she thought the toes resembled meatballs because they were large and thick. Now, it was time to have some fun before she finished her. “Hehehehe you do have a nice-looking foot. I will give you that. Let’s see just how tender they are….” she said then tossed the sock over her shoulder.

Pilar started to sweat when she felt her foot get stripped naked. She could see the top of her foot and knew she was in danger. She heard the compliments about her foot, and she blushed a little. This was quite a humiliating experience and then she felt the other shoe getting unlaced. Both of her feet were going to be naked! She watched in horror as the laces were undone, then felt that tugging on the shoe. She laid her head back down on the table and felt the shoe coming off her heel. She knew her feet were going to suffer a lot, and she tried to brace herself. She wondered if there was some way out of this moment. She was going to be embarrassed and couldn’t stop it from happening. The shoe slid off her foot and she closed her eyes. She was a sock away from being completely barefoot. She let out a soft whimper when she felt the sock coming off her heel. “Please….have mercy…” she whimpered.

“Hahaha mercy? This crazy, fat bitch thinks she will get mercy. Hehehe” La Diabla said to herself as she pulled the sock off the left heel and saw that same tan skin. The sock peeled off the arch and then the ball of the foot. She could hear Pilar still whimpering and pleading and it really excited her. Tickling these big feet was going to be enjoyable, but she still thought of Darby. Seeing these big feet reminded her of Darby’s feet in the fact the deputy also had big feet, in that they were a size 11. Darby’s feet were far superior to Pilar’s in terms of looks and softness and probably ticklishness, but these feet in front of her now would still be exciting. The left sock finally came off the toes and now both feet were exposed. She saw the toes curling reflexively and she rubbed her hands. “Well, well, well. Look what we have here. Naked feet. I always loved a woman’s naked feet. Now, I think it is time to find out if they are…….TICKLISH FEET!!!” she yelled, then ran her nails quickly up and down the soles.

“BBBBBWWWAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” Pilar screamed in hysterics as she felt the nails tickling the bottoms of both feet. The attack was sudden, and she felt those nails. She immediately moved her legs around and the tickling stopped. She looked at La Diabla’s face and saw her hand reaching for her gun. That scared her to the very depth of her soul, and she immediately stopped moving her legs and even pressed her legs into being very rigid. She did not want to get a bullet and got her feet back in position. “No!!! Please don’t shoot me!!! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!!!!” she yelled.

La Diabla used all the strength she had to not just burst out into hysterical laughter. She loved that reaction and it meant that she had already broken Pilar. She already had her under control. She took her hand off the gun in her holster and looked at the frightened look on Pilar’s face. The woman looked on the verge of tears and she loved it. “Oooooh!! Very good girl. You quickly learn, don’t you? Now, keep those big, fat, feet of yours still while I tickle them!” she demanded.

Pilar felt some relief when she saw that the gun was not going to get pulled out and used against her. She tried to brace herself for the next wave of tickle attack and no matter how bad it tickled, she had to keep her feet as still as possible. This felt horrible to her because the torture was going to be worse. Thalia had her tied down completely. At this moment, she was tied up but not tied to the table. So, she had to hold her body still while being tickled on her feet, which was a near impossible task. Then she felt the nails once again on the soles of her feet and they slowly moved from her heels, into her arches and when it got to the balls of her feet, she completely lost it. She broke out in hysterical laughter, but the more agonizing thing was keeping her feet still. That was where the true torture came in. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOO PLEASE STOP!!!! HAHAHAHAHA MERCY!!! MERCY!!!!” she screamed.

La Diabla found herself greatly amused when she listened to that hysterical laughter. She was even more amused watching those feet desperately trying to remain in place as her nails stroked that tender flesh. She didn’t want to do any teasing on the feet. Normally, she would use her finger pads to tease and tickle the feet. She would search for all the worst spots on the feet and have a good time. But right now, she was focused on putting in as much horrible tickling as she could and that meant using her nails. Darby was still in danger, so she had to get through this quickly. She wondered after she finally rescued Darby, if she could come back and find Pilar. That way she could give her a thorough tickling and torture her for several hours. She loved how responsive this woman was to her tickling touch and knew that if she had her as a prisoner, she could really drive her wild. She loved how her nails pressed into that tender flesh and saw that look of sheer ticklish agony on Pilar’s face. She then did another round of slow stroking of her nails on the feet. She pressed in a little harder to bring out the very worst sensations possible.

“AAAAAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA PLEASE!!!! THIS IS TORTURE!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA MERCY!!!! I’M SORRY!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA I’M SORRY FOR EVERYTHING!!!” Pilar screamed as those nails were driving her crazy. The way the nails pressed into the bottoms of the feet produced very intense ticklish feelings in her body and she didn’t know how much longer she could stand it. She wanted to thrash around and protect her feet, but she had to focus and keep them still. The nails pressed into her arches and that really drove her wild. This was a much different torture than what Thalia did to her. She had to help her with her own torture, and she felt like she was losing that battle. When the nails got to the balls of her feet and near the base of the toes she let out a very loud ticklish squeal. That was a weak spot on her feet, and she started to cry because she could not move her feet at all.

La Diabla kept raking her nails on those tender feet and saw just how much agony Pilar was in. She thought about kidnapping this woman and making her a prisoner she could tickle forever. She also thought that perhaps Gabby and Veronica would get their revenge against her as well. That idea really got her excited because she knew those two would definitely devastate her. She then got her fingers towards those thick toes and tickled the undersides of them. The feet suddenly jerked away violently, and she was stunned. It also made her realize just how sensitive the toes were, and she wanted to have more fun. “Did you just jerk your feet from me? HUH?! YOU BITCH!! WHAT DID I TELL YOU TO DO?” she yelled.

Pilar felt the nails tickling under her toes and it drove her absolutely crazy. That touch was very intense, and her body naturally jerked away from those nails. When she heard La Diabla yelling at her, she immediately put her feet back in place and had a look of true terror on her face. She didn’t want to get shot and had to beg for forgiveness. “I’M SORRY!!! I’M SORRY!!! I DIDN’T MEAN IT! MY TOES ARE TOO TICKLISH!!! PLEASE!! DON’T SHOOT ME!!! Don’t shoot me…..” she screamed, then started to cry because she knew that gun was going to come out and she was going to be killed.

La Diabla felt a surge of power flowing through her body. She knew that Pilar was very obedient at this point, and she could do whatever she wanted to her. She knew once she asked that question, there would be no hesitation. It was time to make this woman suffer a little bit more, then she could finally get the information she wanted. She looked at the helpless toes and placed her nails on the undersides of those chunky digits. She made eye contact with Pilar one last time and smiled. “Now, keep your feet still! If you move them too much, you know what the price will be.” she threatened.

Pilar was petrified when she heard that threat. She had to keep her feet still or she could wind up no longer being alive. Her body froze completely, and she lost her breath in fear. Then she felt the nails on the bottoms of her toes, and she braced herself. The true agony was about to happen. The tickling was sure to be horrible, but keeping her feet still was going to take everything she had. Then the nails started to move around, and she immediately broke out in laughter. The nails were on the crevices at the base of the toes where they connected to the balls of her feet. The feeling was very intense, and she felt her leg muscles straining to keep her feet in place. She exploded in hysterical laughter and had no idea how long she could prevent herself from jerking her feet away. She closed her eyes and felt those nails invading those delicate places. This was true torture, and she had no idea when it would end. She prayed that question would be asked. She already knew what it would be, and she was ready to answer it. She did not want to be tortured anymore. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ASK YOUR QUESTION!!! HAHAHAHAHA I’LL TALK!!!! I’LL TELL YOU HAHAHAHAHAHAHA EVERYTHING!!!!” she screamed.

“Just a few more moments. I want to torture you.” La Diabla replied in a cold voice. She loved the way the feet were desperately trying to stay still while her nails did their damage. She then used her left hand to reach over and grab the big toe on the left foot. She gently pulled that toe away from the index toe and used her fingernail on her right index finger to tickle right in that newly exposed space. That really seemed to get Pilar screaming and she loved it. She loved listening to this woman laughing hysterically. She wondered how hard it was to keep her feet still. She knew that she personally could not do it and was a little impressed with Pilar’s efforts. “Does this tickle you? Huh? Is this the way you tortured Veronica?” she asked with a hint of anger.

Pilar exploded again in laughter when she heard that question. She thought back to when Veronica was tortured by her and Maria. She didn’t even tickle Veronica’s feet. It was her friend Maria. She went after the upper body and all the personal spots of the outlaw. She closed her eyes and thought about her friend Maria. She had no idea if she was even safe, or if she was even alive. It was very sad that after all their success as petty criminals, it was all coming to an end. It started to affect her emotionally, and that nail between her toes was not helping at all. Her leg muscles were getting tired, and she was going to start flopping her feet around very soon. Desperation set in and she had to get La Diabla to stop tickling. “PLEASE!!! HAHAHAHAHA NO MORE!!!! NO MORE!!!!” she laughed.

La Diabla ignored that plea and just kept tickling. She managed to get her nail in between each of the toe crevices and tickled that very delicate skin on the sides of the toes. She loved seeing her fingers tickle such ticklish skin. She loved the way Pilar was begging her. She loved the fact this woman was already broken. She looked up at Pilar’s face once again and saw she was in sheer agony. A cruel smile formed on her face, and she pulled her nails from the toes. She heard that gasp of relief and she felt really happy inside. She really wished she could kidnap this woman and just make her a tickle slave. Just to torture her every single day without any mercy. She hated Pilar and she wouldn’t mind ending her life, but a lifetime of misery just seemed better. She then walked towards her head but stopped at the waist. There was one more thing she wanted to do, then she would get the answer to where Darby was. She put her hands on the belt buckle and started to undo it. “Now, just one more thing and I will ask my question.” she told her.

Pilar felt great relief as the fingers stopped tickling her toes. Her leg muscles finally got to relax, and she felt some sort of happiness. Her legs were very sore, and she could still feel those ticklish tingles flowing through her body. She felt herself getting sweaty and just tried to get more air into her lungs. Then she felt her belt buckle coming undone and she freaked out. La Diabla was going after her pussy! “W-What are you doing??? I don’t want you to tickle my pussy!!! Tickle my feet! TICKLE MY FEET!!!!” she yelled because that was the choice she made earlier.

La Diabla heard those desperate words, and she continued to unbuckle the belt. She got it undone and then unbuttoned the pants. She really wanted to humiliate Pilar. She wanted this woman to be mentally and emotionally broken., It wouldn’t be as bad as she wanted because she was pressed for time, but there would still be a measure of humiliation. Once she got the pants unbuttoned, she grabbed the hem of the pants and started to pull the pants down. There was nothing gentle about it. She yanked those pants down to the thighs, leaving Pilar in her underwear. She looked up at the face of Pilar again and saw abject horror etched all over it. “I want to see something….” she simply said.

Pilar didn’t know how to react. The outlaw yanked her pants down and now she had her underwear exposed. Visions of what Thalia did to her came back to mind. The Greek bounty hunter had stripped her naked and tickled her literally everywhere. The ultimate humiliation was when she forced Maria to give her oral sex. It was very awkward to have that moment, even though it felt incredibly good. She saw the look on La Diabla’s face, and it did not bode well for her. “Please….leave me alone. Ask your question. Please ask your question.” she begged.

“Not yet! Dammit! You must be hardheaded. I will ask when I am ready. So shut up about it already!” La Diabla yelled back. She wanted to keep dominating Pilar mentally and just to show her that she meant business., she quickly grabbed the hem of the underwear and violently tugged the underwear off the hips. She did not want to be delicate and tease Pilar. She wanted to destroy her and break her will. The underwear started to rip a little as she yanked it off the hips and now the groin was being exposed. She could see that black pubic hair and when she got the garment off the entire groin and yanked down to where the pants were on the thighs, she smiled. Now she could see Pilar’s most private spot and it was time to embarrass her. “Well, well, well. Would you look at that? I can see your pussy! Hehehehe Hmmmm….I bet it is yummy too!” she teased, then licked her lips.

Pilar felt her entire soul fill with shame as she had her underwear nearly ripped off her body. Her most private area was now exposed, and she felt incredibly embarrassed. She was being treated like a piece of meat again in her life and it bothered her deeply within her. She knew she was blushing because her face was really hot. She saw La Diabla smiling as she looked at her womanhood and then she heard her words. She felt her heart crushing because it appeared that La Diabla wanted to perform oral sex on her. She remembered how she forced an orgasm out of Veronica and how it broke the poor woman. Now it was going to happen to her, and she got emotional. “Please…. Don’t do this to me. Please….please don’t eat me there.” she whined.

“Hehehe Eh, stop your crying! I bet you would love the honor of having my tongue tasting you. Is that what you did to Veronica? Didn’t you touch her pussy? Didn’t you force her to cum? That really embarrassed her and when she told me the story, she was crying. I think you deserve the same fate.” La Diabla told her. She remembered Veronica recounting the torment she went through, and she wished Gabby was here with her right now. Veronica’s girlfriend would love to have her way with Pilar, and she wondered if she could at least get Pilar over to them, so they could have their revenge on her. She liked that idea more and wanted to figure out how she could make that happen. But right now, it was time to finish Pilar. Standing on the right side of Pilar, she took her right index finger and gently stroked the pussy lips. She felt the body quivering and loved the look on Pilar’s face. “Hmmmm….maybe I should get you nice and juicy.” she teased.

Pilar felt the finger stroking her pussy and she panicked. The outlaw was going to go after her sexually and would conquer her. She heard that emotion in La Diabla’s voice about Veronica and felt she wanted to exact revenge on behalf of Veronica. She did enjoy tormenting Veronica and making that woman cum her brains out was a great accomplishment. Now it was going to happen to her, and she knew she was done. She could already feel her pussy getting wet from the stimulation, just like it did when Thalia played with her there. “Please don’t do this to me….please. I’m sorry. I am so sorry…..” she said, feeling the urge to cry.

“Oh, you will be sorry. That I can promise. But right now, as much as I want to ravish this pussy of yours, it is time for my question. If you do not answer immediately, I will do something to your pussy that you might not like. It won’t be pleasurable. It will be painful. Ready?” La Diabla asked, then pulled her finger away from the pussy.

Pilar heard that threat and she did not want to experience pain, especially in between her legs. She knew this woman could be very cruel and she wanted no part of that. She was ready to spill her guts as soon as the question was asked. “No!!! Please don’t hurt me!!! Please don’t hurt me!” she yelled.

“Hehehehee ok, here we go. Where. Is. Darby?” La Diabla asked in a very cold tone. She knew this was the moment she could go find her lover and end Priscilla once and for all.

“Pablo’s shoe store! The same building we put Veronica in before she was rescued! SAME PLACE!!!! Priscilla is there!!! It is just her and Darby!! She is waiting for me and Sylvia to come back! Please don’t hurt me!!!” Pilar said spilling her guts. She wanted to tell La Diabla everything. The way the outlaw stared at her with those cold eyes struck great fear within her.

“Good girl. That’s a very good job. Thank you.” La Diabla said, then patted the exposed pussy. She knew where Darby was and there was no time to waste. She then looked around and saw one of Pilar’s discarded socks. She went over to pick it up and then went back to Pilar’s head. “Open your mouth! Do it now!!!” she yelled.

Pilar opened her mouth and prepared herself to get her own sock stuck in her mouth. She was happy that it was a new pair. Her other socks were used against Darby, so she purchased a new pair when they were taking Darby over to the new location. She felt the garment stuffed inside her mouth and she closed her eyes. She felt completely humiliated, but also a sense of relief. It appeared the physical torture aspect had finally ended, but emotionally and mentally, she was absolutely crushed.

“Now, you just stay right here. Hehehehe” La Diabla taunted, the patted the top of Pilar’s head. She thought it was fitting that Pilar would have her own sock stuffed in her mouth just like when Pilar’s previous socks were stuffed inside Darby’s. She then took a deep breath and prepared to go find Rosa and Becky. It was time to go free Darby. Before she left to go to them, she looked at Pilar one more time. She didn’t even get to torture her like she truly wanted, but it was still enough to make the woman cry. She then slapped her hard across her left cheek. “Stupid bitch…..” she said, then walked towards the stairs.



Becky still couldn’t believe she was tickling the bottom of the left foot of a dangerous assassin. She had been having some fun listening to the woman squeal and laugh as her fingers moved all around the helpless foot. She used the tips of her fingers to trace around the outline of the foot. They went from the top of the heel, slowly down the outside edge of the foot, then when she got to the toes, she simply moved her fingers across the pads of the toes, which got a nice reaction from Sylvia. Then, she moved them to the inside edge of the foot and when she touched the instep, she heard a very cute squeal coming out. That made her giggle because for a woman that was so dangerous, she had some really cute laughter at this point. Her fingers made it back to the top of the heel, then she moved them right down the center of the foot. The room was filled with laughter, and she was having so much fun. She looked up at Rosa who had a huge smile on her face. “This is a lot of fun. She sure is ticklish!” she smiled.

Rosa had been enjoying the hysterical laughs of Sylvia. It really amused her that no matter how strong or how defiant Sylvia was, she was laughing helplessly as her foot was tickled. She saw how Becky was systematically tickling that light pink flesh on the sole. She really loved the sound of Sylvia’s laughter. Her eyes looked over at the right foot and the sole was just lying there, calling for her fingers. She remembered that they still had to find Darby, so it was time to up the intensity. She looked at Becky and smiled. “She sure is! Now, I wonder what happens when BOTH of her feet are tickled. Haha” she giggled.

Sylvia had been feeling those fingers on her foot for a while, and it was driving her crazy. It was still unbelievable that she was in this position. After tormenting so many pairs of feet over time, her own were now being subjected to it. It surprised her just how ticklish her feet were and even though she refused to surrender to these women, it didn’t stop the terrible ticklish sensations flowing through her body. She could feel those fingers tracing around the outline of her foot. They were moving slowly and could feel every single touch very well. She knew she was in trouble. She felt embarrassed whenever she let out a squeal or a shriek. She knew her captors were enjoying her plight, and revenge still burned in her mind. She could hear their happy voices, and it angered her. She just kept thinking that one day, she was going to find these women again and torture them. She didn’t even want to kill them. Just torture them every single day and hand them over to Christos. Death would be too easy for them. Sylvia then felt a ticklish feeling coming from her right foot and now both feet were being tickled. Whoever was tickling her was using their nails and she lost it. The sensations were very intense, and she screeched. They weren’t digging into her flesh; they were just grazing lightly over her soft skin. “HEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU BITCHES!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA YOU WILL PAY!!!!!” she screamed.

“Promises, promises. Hehehe I bet this REALLY tickles!” Rosa teased as she softly stroked her nails across the sole. She saw the toes curling very tight and knew she got a really good reaction out of Sylvia. She truly enjoyed this moment. Tormenting two dangerous women in one day really made her feel heroic and accomplishing a lot. Her nails moved all across the ball of the foot and then grazed the top of the arch where it connected to the ball of the foot. Hearing Sylvia squeal and laugh uncontrollably was addicting. She was truly falling in love with tickling criminals and would definitely use it going forward. She moved her fingernails into the arch area and paid special attention to the instep. That got a very nice reaction, and she couldn’t help but gloat. “Hehehe she is the cutest assassin ever! The dangerous Sylvia Cartier! The assassin with ticklish feet! Just wait until all your criminal buddies find out about this. Would you even be a threat anymore? All someone has to do is put their nails on your feet like this and you will be just a laughing little girl. Hehe” she taunted.

La Diabla entered into the room and could hear the hysterical laughter. She smiled a little when she saw Rosa sitting on some legs, and Becky kneeling down by them. She saw that pair of feet sticking out and how both women were tickling Sylvia crazy. Hearing her laughter felt good inside. She wished she could have joined in, but now that she had the information needed for Darby, it was time to go rescue her. She walked over to her companions and smiled. “Are you two having fun?” she asked.

Becky saw La Diabla standing there and she smiled. She was having so much fun tickling Sylvia’s feet. She loved how Rosa was taunting Sylvia as she was tickling the foot. She wondered if she could ever be as good at taunting someone. She felt too shy to do that, but she loved tickling someone. “Yeah, we are having fun. She is really ticklish!” she said with a huge smile.

“Yes….Oh you should feel these feet of hers. For a dangerous woman, she sure has some very delicate feet. Hehehehe” Rosa giggled as she saw La Diabla standing there. It was still strange having her as an ally right now, but it produced such great results. She wondered why she was up here so quickly and then realized she must have broken Pilar. “Hey, did you find out where Darby is?” she asked.

“Yes. That stupid, fat bitch broke pretty easily. I know where Darby is. She is in Pablo’s Shoe Store. I know where that is.” La Diabla responded. She looked down at the helpless barefeet and smiled. Seeing Sylvia’s naked feet was thrilling and she reached her finger forward and did a quick stroke. She heard a loud squeal and that amused her. “We should go now. Darby is alone with Priscilla. I am sure that woman is tormenting her.” she said.

“Ok. Before we go, let me just do one thing to her toes. I want to hear her scream.” Rosa requested. She wanted to apply her toe tickling method before she left. She wanted to leave a lasting impression on Sylvia and make that assassin remember it forever. She slightly turned her head towards Sylvia behind her and smiled. “Hey, Sylvia. Good news! Your torture is about to stop. We know where Darby is now, and she will be saved. I think we will bring Priscilla back here and tie her up next to you. Perhaps we can tickle both of your feet together! How does that sound?” she taunted.

Sylvia felt the fingers off her feet, and she breathed a sigh of relief. The tickling was breaking her down and she needed a rest. She was breathing heavily, and her lungs were burning. She heard Rosa taunting her, which only angered her more. She was also disappointed that they discovered where Darby was, which meant Pilar must have been broken. Her entire plan was being destroyed and that really angered her. She had failed in her mission. The sex slave ring was destroyed, and now Darby would be set free. That hurt her more than the foot tickling she was receiving. She hated failure with a passion, and now it washed over her. “Burn in hell.” she mumbled.

“Well, if you are going to be that way…..hehehe” Rosa taunted. She then moved her body backwards a little and sat on the quadriceps area. She reached forward and grabbed the right ankle. She pulled the foot up and towards her and now she could see the bottom of that cute foot. She saw that skin and loved it. The foot was helpless in the air, and she knew Sylvia had no idea what was about to happen next. She then held onto the ankle with her left hand, then slipped the fingers of her right hand between those helpless toes. She looked at Becky, then La Diabla and winked. “Now, to finish you off and remember my name, suffer BITCH!!!!” she exclaimed and started to squeeze her fingers between the toes.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WHAT THE HELL???? HAHAHAHAHAHAH STOP!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA TOO MUCH!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA TOO MUCH!!!!” Sylvia screamed as she felt those toe squeezes. The sheer intensity exploded throughout her body, and she couldn’t help but laugh uncontrollably. She had never felt a sensation like that before, and it completely stunned and overwhelmed her. Her body started to squirm as much as she could, and she could feel her eyes bulging out. This was no normal tickle method. This was true torture, and she couldn’t handle it.

La Diabla giggled a little as she watched Rosa doing that toe tickling method Darby learned from Gertrude. It happened to her earlier, so she knew just how devastating that move was. She thought that she had to add it to her own tickling method because it seemed to bring out the worst feelings in someone. It even made Thalia howl in ticklish agony. She then walked over towards Sylvia’s head and saw her red her face was. The woman was screaming in ticklish agony, and it looked beautiful to her. She wanted her to suffer. She wanted her to be in sheer agony. She remembered how she tormented Darby in front of her and now she was receiving that nightmare. She put herself in Sylvia’s line of sight and smiled. “Does that tickle?” she taunted.

Sylvia continued to scream as those fingers were devastating her toes. The ticklish shockwaves were destroying every single nerve in her body, and she needed mercy. Her ego was weakening because she was becoming desperate. She saw La Diabla in front of her and she saw that evil smirk. She hated that woman too but at the moment she needed help. “HAHAHAHAHAHA HELP ME!!! MAKE HER STOP!!!! MAKE HER STOP!!!!!!!!” she yelled.

“No. Why should I? You tortured Darby. She begged you for mercy and you did not stop. You humiliated her and made her suffer. Now, it is your turn. I am about to go rescue Darby. I think she would like some revenge too. One more thing. Fuck you. Hehehehe” La Diabla smiled, then flipped off Sylvia with her middle finger. She then walked away and looked at Rosa. It was time to go rescue the woman she loved. “Hey, let’s go now. Who knows what Priscilla is doing to her.” she told her.

Rosa did a few more squeezes, then pulled her fingers out of the toes. She let the foot drop back to the table and heard the pathetic whimpering and soft giggles of Sylvia. The assassin had been defeated and even though she wanted to keep torturing her, it was time to finish the mission. She climbed off of Sylvia and went to her head area. She saw her with her eyes closed and her mouth was open. She even saw some drool coming out and that made her smile. She truly wrecked that woman. She wished she had longer, but it was time to go. She patted Sylvia on the head and leaned down and kissed the side of her head. “Awwww….poor assassin. She looks terrible right now. We will be back in a little bit. Once we are back, you are going to jail. You failed. Hehehe” she taunted, then walked away.

Sylvia laid her head on the table and felt humiliated. That toe tickling was too much to handle and now the emotional weight of her failure started to crash on her. She was defeated and would be going to jail. She felt miserable and for the first time during her assassin career, she knew she was lost and felt thoroughly humiliated. She had no idea how she would ever recover from this, but the one thing she still had burning in her mind was revenge. Somehow, someway, she would get revenge especially against the Mexican soldier, Rosa Mendoza. She heard them walk away and now she was alone. She now could let her emotions go and she felt herself starting to cry. “You will…..pay…..” she cried.

La Diabla walked with Rosa and Becky out of the building. It was time to get Kylie and her mother and prepare to go to rescue Darby. She felt excited that they finally got to torture Sylvia and Pilar. Now there was one person left, and she truly wanted to get her revenge on her. She saw Kylie standing there with Isabel and she smiled. Seeing her mother free was the best feeling in the world considering she had been trapped for a long time. She went up to Isabel and hugged her. “Mama, I am back. We know where Darby is.” she told her.

Isabel felt the hug and it felt amazing. Reuniting with her daughter meant the world to her and it was good to be in the moment with her. She wondered what was happening when Rosa, Becky and La Diabla went inside, but figured they must have tortured Sylvia and Pilar. She tried not to think about it, but after what happened to her, she didn’t care what happened to those ladies, especially Pilar. She had a nice conversation with Kylie and found her to be a very nice young woman. She talked about working for Phoebe Wellington and she was impressed. She heard the news about Darby, and she felt happy. This entire nightmare was almost over. “That’s good mija! Now, you can rescue your friend, and we can go back home.” she told her.

“Yes, we are about to go get her and bring her back. I will bring back Priscilla as well. She will PAY for everything she has done.” La Diabla said with some emotion in her voice. She really looked forward to ending Priscilla’s reign of terror. She wanted to make her suffer for the last time. “So, you two can stay here. Keep your eye on this place. Pilar and Sylvia are still in there and tied up. We don’t want them to escape. We will go and get Darby. Please, be careful.” she instructed and looked at Kylie.

Kylie felt the responsibility of watching the building and did not want to let down La Diabla. She enjoyed her brief moment with Isabel. It was still a surreal feeling talking to the mother of a woman she idolized. She saw how gentle and charismatic Isabel was, and she could see where La Diabla’s own charisma came from. She wanted to make sure Isabel was safe at all costs, and now her friends were about to go rescue Darby. She wished she could go but understood that keeping Isabel away from the action was the best idea. “You got it. Go get Darby. Bring her back safely. Your mother will be safe, and those two bitches will remain inside. Good luck.” she replied.

“I love you, Mama. I will be back.” La Diabla said, then gave her mother a kiss on her right cheek. She then looked at Rosa and Becky and saw their eager faces. It was time to go finally confront the woman that caused all of this hell and finish her once and for all. “You two ready to go?” she asked.

“You bet! Let’s finish this.” Rosa said, feeling herself getting emotional. She wanted to rescue Darby and finally put an end to this entire nightmare. She also wondered what was going to happen afterwards. Once Darby was free, and Priscilla was apprehended, she still had to figure out what to do with La Diabla. They had a temporary truce. They were to rescue both Isabel and Darby. However, she was still a criminal and needed to face justice for all the crimes she had committed. She figured she would cross that bridge when they got to it, but for right now, they had a mission to take care of.

Becky nodded her head and felt a surge of adrenaline flowing through her. They knew where Darby was and rescuing her was top priority. She really enjoyed tickling Sylvia, but now they were going to cross paths with a woman who was legendary for being evil. She remembered those stories that Darby told. She remembered the emotional stories coming from Cheyenne. Priscilla Montenegro was considered the most evil woman Darby ever encountered and that meant a lot because at one time, La Diabla was the most evil woman around. She looked at the outlaw and smiled. “Yeah, let’s go rescue muh hero.” she said.

La Diabla smiled when she heard her two partners ready to go. She looked at her mother one more time and felt so much love in her heart. Seeing her meant the world to her and now it was time to finish the job. She headed off with the two women and one thing was on her mind. Destroying Priscilla Montenegro once and for all. “I’m coming bitch…..” she thought to herself as she walked with determination.

Kylie saw the ladies walking off and she felt proud. She had a great deal of confidence that they were going to rescue Darby and destroy Priscilla. She couldn’t wait until she saw them again and the mission would be complete. She remembered the feeling when they had finally defeated Thalia and their gang. It was such a great feeling, and the celebration afterwards was a memory she cherished. She looked over at the building and wondered about the two women inside. She didn’t get to participate in their torture and wanted to see what they looked like all tied up. She figured it wouldn’t hurt to make sure they were still bound. She looked over at Isabel and smiled. During their conversation, she was told to call her by her first name, instead of “Senora”. She liked Isabel and hoped that she would encounter her again in the future. “Isabel, I am going to go check on the prisoners. I want to make sure they are still bound. You stay here so you can be safe. I will be right back.” she told her.

“Ok, Be careful. If they are not still tied up, make sure you come out of there immediately! Do not confront them, ok?” Isabel responded. She didn’t want anything bad to happen to Kylie and wanted to keep her safe.

“Thank you, I will.” Kylie replied. She then headed towards the entrance of the building and went inside. She carefully walked inside, not knowing what to expect. She looked around and saw how deserted this building was. It was also the site where Darby once was. She could only imagine the nightmare her friend had gone through. She got inside far enough and then she saw someone lying on a table. She saw the woman was heavy set and looked absolutely exhausted. She got closer and saw her face. Her eyes were closed and could tell the woman was crying. She noticed she was barefoot, and her pants were down, exposing her pussy. She smiled because she knew this woman had to be tortured. Looking at her, she figured that this must be Pilar from the descriptions that La Diabla gave. She felt good that his woman suffered. She saw the eyes opening and she smiled at her. “Hello, Pilar. Hehehe Looks like you had fun!” she taunted.

Pilar opened her eyes because she sensed someone was close. She looked over and saw Kylie staring right back at her. She didn’t know who she was and hoped this was someone to help rescue her. She still had her own sock inside her mouth and wanted to get free. “Help me….please help me.” she moaned into her gag.

“I won’t be doing that. You deserved what happened to you. You hurt my friends, and I hope you paid a price. You took Darby and made my friend La Diabla’s life a living hell. I hope you burn in hell.” Kylie told her. She then looked around the room to see if the assassin was around. She didn’t see her and noticed a staircase. She figured that Sylvia must be upstairs, and she was anxious to see what she looked like. She headed towards the stairs and smiled.

“Don’t leave me! Please help meeeee!” Pilar whined into her gag. She heard what Kylie said and that young woman must have been a friend of La Diabla. She knew her entire life was going to go badly and her tears returned. She knew she was done for, and her heart was broken.

Kylie went up the stairs and when she made it to the top, she saw there was a room there. The door was open, and she carefully walked in. Once she got inside, she looked over and saw a table. She was surprised to see a body lying on it and knew that it had to be Sylvia. She was lying on her stomach, and she could see her blond hair. She wondered what she looked like, and she went to the head of the table. “Hehehe well, look what we have here. Sylvia, I presume?” she asked with a huge smile.

Sylvia heard someone speaking to her and she moved her head. She looked up and saw a young blond woman standing right before her and she had a huge smile on her face. Then her body went cold as she recognized who it was. It was Phoebe Wellington’s maid! It was the woman she tortured at the Ball. Now, she was tied up and exhausted and this woman was here. She prayed she did not recognize her, or matters were going to be much worse for her. “Help me….set me free. Please!” she begged, hoping that Kylie would set her free.

Kylie watched with joy when she saw the head turning towards her. She wanted to taunt a woman that was an assassin and now she was trapped. She noticed the woman was barefoot and that meant she was ticklish. She wondered which one of her companions tickled Sylvia’s feet. She saw that face and noticed it was very tired. It was sweaty and the woman looked like she went through a lot. Then her heart stopped. She recognized the face, and she was stunned! Sylvia the assassin was the same woman that had trapped her, and tickle tortured her at the Ball she went to with Phoebe, Bessie, Cheyenne and Molly. It was unbelievable to her that an assassin had tied her up and tortured her all over her body. She remembered how traumatizing an event it was. She remembered being tickled really badly and she even was forced to orgasm. This same woman humiliated her in the worst kind of way. She would still think of that fateful night not too long ago and now she was face to face with her. “YOU?!!! You’re Sylvia???” she called out.

Sylvia felt extremely nervous because it appeared she was recognized by Kylie. That made her really nervous because of what she did to the young woman. She destroyed her. She tickled the life out of her and even made the woman cum against her will. It was one of the most enjoyable moments she had on this mission. Now, her own fate was tied to this woman. “Um…..listen! Hey, just let me go!” she pleaded.

“YOU!!!!! It was YOU!!!! You tortured me! You made my life miserable that night! You are the one who tied me up! You took my clothes off and tickled me! You are the one who broke me that night! You touched my pussy! YOU MADE ME ORGASM!!!” Kylie shouted and felt very emotional. This woman had wrecked her. It was such a traumatizing moment to have gone through all of that torture. It took her a little bit to even feel better and now her tormentor was tied down and helpless. Her anger started to grow, and she looked at Sylvia’s stunned face. The assassin knew who she was and from what she remembered from Ingrid, she had something to do with Phoebe’s assault. That really got her angry and it was time to find out the truth. “You bitch!! You were the one who tortured Phoebe!! It was you, right???!!” she yelled.

Sylvia heard those words, and she flashed back to what she did to Phoebe Wellington. She did enjoy trapping the rich woman and having her way with her. She remembered how she had her tied up. Phoebe’s body was exposed and completely vulnerable. She remembered how ticklish she was and how she drove her absolutely insane. She remembered how Ingrid helped her, and Phoebe was completely broken. She remembered when she exposed Phoebe’s pussy and ended up shaving her there. It was a humiliating moment for Phoebe, and she loved every moment of it. Forcing Phoebe to orgasm was the highlight. She made Phoebe cum very hard, and she was a complete mess of a woman afterwards. She left her in that isolated barn a naked, giggling and defeated mess. Now, her maid was staring at her, and she could tell she was emotional. Sylvia knew that she was still tied up, but she figured she could at least traumatize Kylie again. She felt that she could make this woman suffer emotionally again. It would be her defining act before she was placed in jail. “Yes, it was me. I destroyed that bitch! You should have seen it, Kylie. The way she laughed her head off. The way she responded to my touch. Did you know she is a very sensual woman? When I played with her tits, she loved it. Then I saw that pussy of hers and I made it mine! That bitch couldn’t stop cumming! Hehehehe” she taunted.

Kylie heard those words and her anger grew. She remembered being worried sick about Phoebe and when she was found, it was an embarrassing moment. She remembered that Phoebe had no idea it even happened and that was still a mystery. She could hear that viciousness in Sylvia’s voice and it made her anger increase even more. This woman was taunting her, and she wanted to make her pay for that. “How could you do that to her? What did she ever do to you? How did you make her forget everything?” she asked.

Sylvia started to smile when she heard those questions. She could tell in Kylie’s voice that she was getting emotional. She felt her own willpower returning after enduring that tickle torture at the hands of Becky and Rosa. She wanted to break Kylie’s heart. She also didn’t care about revealing the burlesque dancer’s criminal activities since they were the ones who failed miserably at keeping the sex trafficking ring safe. “How did she forget everything? Well, that burlesque show has a special potion they use. It makes victims’ brains go foggy and they don’t remember anything. I gave Phoebe a lot of it. But believe me, she FELT everything. She was laughing her head off and she suffered. SUFFERED!!!! Then she came her brains out when I played with the sweet, delicious pussy of hers. Just like when I did it to you……” she said in an angry tone.

Kylie gasped when she heard what happened to Phoebe. She was drugged somehow and that was what made her not remember anything. She hated how Phoebe suffered and when she heard those words about her own suffering, her anger peaked. She wanted revenge not only for Phoebe, but now it was for her as well. “Why you bitch! Oh, you are going to pay for this!!! What you did to me and Phoebe will NEVER be forgotten!” she yelled.

“Does it look like I care? How about you take your clothes off right now and we can go down memory lane. I truly enjoyed tormenting you. I will do it again.” Sylvia told her. She knew she was in danger, but she still wanted to be defiant. She never broke to Rosa and Becky, and she wanted to still dominate Kylie.

“You say that now, but you are going to regret this. I think it is time I pay you back…..” Kylie said in a calm, yet very angry tone of voice. She knew what she wanted to do. She walked away from Sylvia’s face and headed towards the feet. Since Sylvia was still on her belly, she could torture those feet. She made it to the foot of the table and looked at those two pinkish soles. The feet looked very nice, and she felt a tingle in her body. It was time to make Sylvia pay for her sins. She figured she would try that toe tickling technique. No use just doing normal tickling. She wanted her to suffer immediately. She still remembered Isabel was outside and her primary role was to protect her. However, this opportunity for revenge was too great to pass up. “Hmmmm….you actually have some cute feet.” she mused.

Sylvia saw Kylie walk away from her head and knew where she was headed. She closed her eyes because she knew what was about to happen. She knew that Kylie was going to inflict some punishment on her and she had to maintain her composure as much as possible. “Get away from me, bitch.” she said in an angry tone.

Kylie heard those words, and she hated the fact that Sylvia was still being defiant. It was as though she was still trying to maintain control over her. That night at the Ball was such a horrific memory for her. It really crushed her spirit. Now it was time to get revenge. She grabbed the right ankle and lifted it in the air. She could see the top of the foot and remembered that the best way to do the toe tickling technique was while looking at the sole. She let the foot drop back down and climbed onto the table. She could hear Sylvia saying mean things about her, but it didn’t matter. She sat on the backs of the legs and then reached down and grabbed that right ankle again. She pulled the naked foot towards her and saw that nice looking sole. She then placed the fingers of her right hand through the helpless toes and gripped the ankle as tight as she could. It was time to make this woman suffer. “PAY BITCH!!!!” she yelled then started to squeeze her fingers within the toes.

Sylvia felt her ankle get lifted, then put back down. She had no idea what Kylie was doing, and she kept insulting her. She kept saying how much fun she had tormenting her. How she broke her and made her cum. It was her way of going out in a blaze of glory. These women were exacting revenge against her, but they would never take her will away. That was what Thalia avoided, and she was going to do the same. Then she felt Kylie on the back of her legs and her foot was lifted again. Then she felt those fingers going between her toes and she panicked. It was just like what Rosa did before she truly suffered. “WAIT!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!! DON’T DO WHAT I THINK YOU WILL HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she exploded into laughter when she felt those toe squeezes.

Kylie felt a rush of excitement fill her body when she heard those screams. She loved the way her fingers were squeezing, and she was pleasantly surprised on how soft the skin was on her fingers. This pretty assassin took good care of her feet, and they were very sensitive. Now she wished she had seen her get tickled earlier. This was her own moment. This was the moment she was going to make this woman suffer. She was not going to give her any mercy. The image of Phoebe filled her thoughts. Her boss was an amazing human being and treated her very well. It was like she was part of the family along with Bessie and Vera. Seeing her in such a wreck really hurt her. It was still hard to believe that the same woman that attacked her, attacked Phoebe. It meant that she had to work for someone. Then she remembered Agatha Walden. That woman wanted to see Phoebe suffer, and after she betrayed her, she could see why she would be a target. That made her realize it was Agatha. When Sylvia tickled her at the Ball, she said it was because she betrayed someone. Now it all made sense. That angered her because Agatha had to be behind this. In fact, the sex slave facility was located on the land that Agatha beat Phoebe out for. That got her excited and her squeezes were more intense. It was time to make this woman suffer and think about how to make Agatha pay for everything. Kylie didn’t know if Agatha had any part of the sex slave operation, but she was responsible for her and Phoebe’s suffering. She kept squeezing and hearing those hysterical screams made her feel really good inside. “That’s right! Laugh! Laugh your bitch head off!!!” she yelled.

Sylvia felt those squeezes in her toes, and she lost it. For the second time, this was happening to her, and it made everything worse. The way Rosa did it really broke through her determination. Now with Kylie doing it, it really weakened her resolve. This feeling was very intense, and it made her second guess her harsh words towards Kylie. Had she known this same method would be used, she might have just kept quiet. The anguish continued to build up inside her and she exploded. This was too much for her and even her own strength could not resist. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP!!!! STOP THIS AT ONCE!!!! HAHAHAHAHA TOO MUCH!!!!” she screamed.

“Does it sound like I care? Oh no bitch, you are going to suffer. SUFFER!!!!” Kylie shouted back as she continued to finger squeeze those toes. There was something very soothing about listening to Sylvia scream. It was still a wonderful feeling she was dishing out revenge. She just wanted to do nothing else but make this woman suffer. That was her only goal. To make her suffer. Then another idea came to mind. She looked at the left foot and wondered what would happen if she did both feet at the same time. That got her really excited and she pulled her fingers away from the toes. She held onto the right ankle but reached down with her right hand and grabbed the left ankle. She pulled that foot close to her and now she could see both naked soles. She saw the feet quivering and she could hear Sylvia gasping for air behind her. “Hmmmmm….let’s see how else I can make you suffer…” she teased, then leaned her head forward and kissed each sole.

Sylvia felt a great deal of relief when the fingers left her toes. It was as though she was underwater and now she came up for air. That sensation was just too strong for her. There was no way she could withstand that kind of ticklish energy in her body. She still refused to surrender herself, but she was going to really suffer. Then she winced when she felt her left foot pulled up and now both feet were in the air, with her knees bent. She felt helpless because her strength was dwindling and her body was getting weaker due to exhaustion. Then she felt kisses on the bottoms of her feet, and she grimaced. The kisses tickled her and that meant her feet were really responsive at this point in time. “Please stop this….leave my feet alone.” she wheezed as she sucked in more air.

“I am not done with you yet bitch…..I am just kissing your feet goodbye….” Kylie warned. She then placed her fingers of her left hand through the toes of the right foot, then the fingers of her right hand through the toes of the left foot and looked at both feet. Now, they were both going to go through tickling hell and she was going to enjoy every single moment of it. She softly counted to three and then started squeezing. ‘SUFFER!!!!!!!!” she yelled.

Sylvia felt fingers going through both sets of toes and her eyes nearly came out of her head. She knew what was about to happen and before she could brace herself, she heard Kylie screaming the word “suffer” and she felt those toe squeezes once again. She screamed as loud as she could and she never laughed harder in her life. The sensations were very intense and very overwhelming. Feeling both feet go through this was indescribable to her. The ticklish shockwaves coursing through her body tore her apart inside and she just laughed. She couldn’t even form words. All she could do was just laugh. Her mouth was wide open, and her eyes were popping out of her head. She never felt anything like this before and wondered if she would even be alive afterwards. She felt those squeezes and knew she was done for. Kylie was finishing her off after what Rosa and Becky started and there was nothing she could do. She laid her head on the table and just let all of her intense laughter come out.

Kylie continued to do the toe squeezes with such great delight within her body. She looked at the helpless soles and loved how they looked. She looked at the creamy arches and that light pink skin that would create a footprint. What she really loved was her fingers between those toes. She liked how they were separated, and her fingers filled the gaps. She could feel her fingers pulsating and she just wanted to wreck this woman. She wanted to push her to another level of suffering. The audacity of this assassin to berate her even when she was tied up bothered her. This was her moment. This was her moment to actually break someone. When she dominated Vera, that was about fun and respect. It was their special time. When she played with Becky, it was the same. However, when she went after Peta, one of Thalia’s soldiers, she was getting revenge. That was torture. But Sylvia was something completely different. This assassin dominated her like no one ever had. She also humiliated her boss. Now she was screaming and at her mercy. The power she felt over this woman’s body was addicting. She liked it. She craved it. She wondered if she could do this more often whenever she was needed. Kylie listened to Sylvia’s laughter and noticed she was starting to fall into silent laughter. She just kept squeezing and forcing that woman to suffer beyond her limitations. She remembered what happened to her and then an idea hit her mind. Sylvia had dominated her in the most personal way. She touched that private spot between her legs and for the first time in her life, she was sexually dominated. Her desire to return the favor grew and she did a few more squeezes. “I can’t hear you laughing anymore! I guess I am not doing enough of a good job. I guess I just have to keep going…..” she taunted.

Sylvia felt herself slipping into silent laughter and in her panic-stricken mind, she knew she was in deep trouble. This was the moment she waited for in her victims. It meant the body was being pushed so hard, it was going to eventually break. She felt her lungs burning and her body was straining very hard. She still did not want to give Kylie the satisfaction of surrendering. Surrendering was not an option. Surrendering to someone like Rosa or La Diabla was one thing, but to a maid? She would not allow that to happen. She knew in her line of work she could perish at any time. She figured she would rather die at this moment instead of ever surrendering to this young lady. She closed her eyes and prayed she could at least pass out. Then she felt the squeezing stop and her feet fell back to the table. The wave of relief started to fill her body and her voice returned. “You…..bitch…..that……was……cruel….” she panted in a soft voice.

“Cruel? You haven’t seen anything yet.” Kylie said, then got off of Sylvia and got to the floor. She stood next to the table and could hear that desperate gasps for air. She knew she got the assassin really good and watching her suffering filled her body with vengeful bliss. Now it was time to humiliate her. She wanted to make this woman feel so helpless and surrender to her will. There was one spot on her body she knew she could do it. She then reached under the hips, and her fingers were trying to find the button for the pants she was wearing. “Now, where is it?” she asked herself, while her fingers moved around.

Sylvia felt hands under her body and when the fingers found her pants button, she started to squirm a little. She had a feeling about what Kylie was about to do and she had to fight it. She pressed her hips hard on the table and moved her head towards Kylie. “You tramp!!! Get your hands away from there!” she yelled.

Kylie found the button and managed to get it undone before the hips pressed against the table. She loved the fact that Sylvia was aware of what was about to happen. Even after that horrendous toe tickling, this woman still had some fight left in her. She saw her looking back at her and she smiled. “Oh, you know I will get there! I will go back to your toes soon enough. You are mine! Now, let’s get these pants down, shall we?” she said with a sadistic grin.

Sylvia heard Kylie’s threat, and she had to use whatever strength she had left to fight this woman. She felt so tired, but if she did not fight back, her pants were going to be pulled down. That was what she did to women. No one did it to her. Not even a lover ever pulled down her pants. She felt hands on the hem of her pants and felt a violent tugging. She grunted as she fought the pants being pulled down and she was losing that battle. “GET OFF OF ME!!!! LEAVE MY PANTS ALONE!” she yelled.

Kylie felt the pants moving down, but with Sylvia still fighting it, they weren’t coming down easily. She then raised her left hand high into the air and slammed it hard against the rear end of Sylvia! She did it a few more times and it felt good to spank her. “Give me your pants!” she yelled.

Sylvia felt those hard spanks on her ass, and it stunned her. She couldn’t believe that Kylie was spanking her, and it angered and embarrassed her. It also made her move her body to avoid getting hit and that allowed Kylie to grip the top of her pants and yank them off her waist and hips. She gasped in shock and now a wave of embarrassment flowed over her. Her underwear was now exposed, and she couldn’t believe it. “You…..you took down my pants!!!!” she yelled.

“Damn right, I did. I told you; I am going to make you suffer…..” Kylie said with her voice dripping with a deep-seated rage. She loved the fact she was able to get the pants down. Now that they were down, she saw the white underwear. She then playfully placed her hands on the hem of the underwear and with one quick tug, she managed to pull the underwear off the ass, and the naked skin was now in her view. She was surprised at the design of the ass and felt it looked incredible. She truly hated Sylvia, but even she couldn’t deny this woman was very attractive. The ass was very well shaped, and the skin looked very pale and smooth. “Wow….I have to admit. You have one sexy ass…” she said.

Sylvia felt herself blushing when she heard that compliment. The feeling of humiliation was washing over her, and she didn’t know how to react. No one ever dominated her like this. She got tickle tortured and went through that horrific toe tickling. Now, her pants were down and now her underwear. Her naked ass was exposed, and she didn’t even know how to react. This was definitely the worst moment of her life, and she was in total shock. “My ass….you exposed my ass…” she said in shock.

“I sure did! Hehehehe You remember what you did to me, right?” Kylie teased. She remembered that horrible moment when her pussy was exposed by Sylvia. She remembered that feeling of total helplessness and now it was time to return the favor. She wanted to sexually conquer this woman and felt it was her destiny. She then tugged the underwear down, taking advantage of Sylvia being in total shock and now they rested where the pants were on the backs of the legs. She saw the quivering ass and reached her index finger towards it. She placed it at the top of the tailbone, and then gently started to slide it down. She wanted to send this woman into a fit of giggles and hoped that the ass was very ticklish. She saw the ass cheeks clench immediately and she smiled. She slowly stroked the finger down the ass crack, making sure she held the waist still. She started to hear some giggles and that really amused her. “You got a ticklish ass, huh?” she teased.

Sylvia still could not believe this was happening to her. Her ass was exposed and there was nothing she could do. Kylie did what no one else was ever able to do. Humiliate her. That affected her ego, and she felt terrible inside. Then she felt that finger on her tailbone and when it started to slide down the ass crack, she couldn’t help but clench her cheeks and let out some ticklish giggles. That sensation was very strong, and she couldn’t help herself. “hehehehe stop that!!! That tickles!” she giggled.

Kylie loved the sound of those giggles and looked as her finger continued to go down the ass crack. She loved the way this was driving a woman as scary and dangerous as Sylvia crazy. The finger then made it near the hole in the ass, and she grinned. It was time to start working on this woman sexually. She let the finger glide past that hole and got a very cute shriek coming from her victim. Then she kept moving the finger downwards and touched the perineum area. Now the hips were really moving around and the laughter got stronger. “Hehehehe my finger is taking a journey here. It is trying to find a very special place to visit. I think after all you have been through, you should have a visitor somewhere to make you feel good.” she teased.





UP NEXT: To the brink!!!





Ok fans, how did you like this part? Looks like the evil women are finally getting the justice they deserve! Like the saying goes, "What goes around, comes around". Now, after this chapter, we have two left. We are winding down, and for me personally, the next two chapters are some of the best I have ever written in terms of storytelling. These last two chapters have a range of emotions as we finish up the story focus of La Diabla. I really, really, really like how it all turns out and I hope you feel the same way. Thank you all for joining me on this ride, and I certainly hope when this series is done, you feel like it was worth it all to follow for all this. Thank you for your continued support and as always, your comments are most welcomed and encouraged.





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