Ok fans, time for the next chapter! On a personal note, these last two chapters of this phase ending series are some of my all time favorite scenes. I really enjoyed creating them, and I hope the emotion of the moment comes out. These last two chapters truly explore the depths of the character, La Diabla. This phase was mainly designed around her story. I am proud of this chapter, and the final one too. I really recommend listening to the soundtrack song when the time comes when reading one particular scene. It helps set your emotions for what is happening. A little "behind the scenes" so to speak, is when I create these phases, I think of the ending first. I think of how everything culminates and what is the story I am trying to tell. Then I work backwards to help arrive at that moment. These last two chapters were the first ideas I had for this Phase 4 and I really hope you can see the full scope of the journey when this series ends after chapter 22. Now, without further adieu, let's get to this chapter! Thank you for your support and as always, your comments are most welcomed and encouraged!
PART 21
Sylvia was in a state of panic as she felt the finger sliding down her ass crack. When it grazed past the hole in her ass, she couldn’t help but squeal like a ticklish schoolgirl. She knew where the finger was headed, and she couldn’t stop it. That feeling of helplessness really bothered her because now she was going to suffer an embarrassing and shameful defeat. When the finger touched her perineum, she gasped and giggled in surprise. She shook her head in defiance because that finger was tickling her in some very sensitive areas and headed for the place she did not want to be touched. She felt the finger now right on the doorstep of her vagina and she started to really panic. “No! Please! Don’t you dare touch me!” she yelled.
“Eh, shut up….” Kylie retorted. She could feel the heat between Sylvia’s legs and knew she was right there. She felt the lips and the more she moved her finger, she could feel it between the lips. She was now touching the center of Sylvia’s womanhood. This was such a special moment, and she felt very powerful. She wanted to touch this woman just like she touched Vera quite often. She let her finger slip inside the heat and could feel some wetness. “Oooh! I think someone likes my finger. Hehehe” she taunted.
Sylvia felt the finger touching her most private area and she felt defeated. Now she was being teased sexually and knowing what happens to a tickle exhausted body when the pussy was touched, she knew she was done for. She felt herself getting a little emotional because Kylie was going to dominate her body sexually. There was nothing she could do physically. She had a feeling that Kylie was going to try and force her to orgasm, just like she forced that maid to cum for her. The ultimate humiliation was upon her, but the one thing she still had was her will. She was not going to beg Kylie. She was not going to try and get away. She closed her eyes and focused on having the orgasm quickly. She figured if one was going to happen, she might as well have it happen quickly. She felt the finger moving inside her and she thought about her past lovers. She wanted to think about the sexual feelings she felt during those times. She wanted to think the person touching her right now was a lover and not a conqueror. The finger moved deeper inside her and she couldn’t help but moan in pleasure. “Mmmmmmm……yes……yes…..” she cooed.
Kylie heard that soft moan and knew her finger was having an effect on Sylvia’s body. She felt very powerful. She felt herself as “Mistress Kylie” once again. She had a dangerous assassin on edge and was going to force this woman to cum her brains out. She thought about what Sylvia had said about Phoebe. How she destroyed her and wrecked her life. That was motivation enough to make this woman pay. She started to move her finger faster and faster. She then moved her hand further down and used her thumb to find the clit. She found the love button and started to manipulate it. She felt the hips grinding and knew she had gotten Sylvia into sexual heat. “That’s right, bitch. Hump my finger like the slut you are…..” she told her.
Sylvia felt the thumb touching her clit and it felt incredible. Even though she was being forced into this position, she would admit that it felt good. It had been a while since she had sex where someone else touched her. She did have a nice orgasm earlier this day when she finished torturing Darby. She was so sexually aroused from that moment that she came into this same room and masturbated herself. It was an incredible orgasm, and she knew another was going to happen. She started to think back to what happened to Darby and that got her aroused. She imagined those big, pink, soft feet and how sensitive they were. She had never seen feet like that before and now her arousal started to build. She heard Kylie’s words, and it distracted her. She did not want to be talked down like she would do to her victims. That would be too embarrassing even if she was trying to have this orgasm. “Mmmmm….mmmmm…..I….I will get you….mmmmm feels so good. I will get you back……mark…..mmmmmm….my words.” she moaned.
“I like to see you try, bitch.” Kylie said when she heard that threat against her. She could tell how aroused Sylvia was from her wetness and she wanted to push her over the edge. She moved her fingers faster and thought about how she would treat Vera in this predicament. She could feel and see the hips grinding faster and knew it was just a matter of time before she made this assassin cum.
Sylvia heard Kylie’s response, and she made a mental note. She wanted revenge against her, and she would one day get it. She went back to thinking about Darby and now that sweet, pink pussy of hers filled her mind. She loved the way Darby’s pink areas were so attractive. The more she thought about what she did to her, the more aroused she became. She felt her nipples starting to throb and now she focused on getting her orgasm. She wanted to have it so that Kylie didn’t force it out of her. It was her desire to cum. She felt those fingers really touching her in her in the right spots and the feelings of the orgasm started to build up. She concentrated harder and now she was on the verge from a strong orgasm. She just needed Kylie to keep pushing her and she could have that release. “Yes….Oh yesssssssssss…….make me cum….MAKE ME CUM!!!” she yelled out.
Kylie heard those words and knew she had finally got through to Sylvia. Now it was time to force this woman over the edge and know that she conquered her. She moved her fingers faster and applied more pressure. She was getting excited and wanted to let Sylvia know she was conquered. “Cum, you bitch! Cum for your Mistress!” she yelled.
Sylvia heard those words, and it bothered her. Kylie was telling her to cum for her and she hated it. However, her body was on the orgasmic edge, and she couldn’t hold back. The orgasmic feeling started to crest and there was no stopping it. Then it struck! It hit her hard and it hit her fast! “I HATE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU MMMMMMMMMMMMM OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH FUCK!” she screamed as the orgasm hit.
“I hate you too…..slut.” Kylie said as she could feel Sylvia having her orgasm. She felt a feeling of domination. She felt like she just controlled this assassin and made her bend to her will. She felt the body shuddering a little and she slowly removed her hand from the groin area. Once she got it free, she stared at her fingers. They were glistening with Sylvia’s love honey, and she smiled. She licked her fingers and found the taste enjoyable. “Mmmm….you taste good.” she taunted as she continued to lick her fingers.
Sylvia felt like she was floating on clouds after her orgasm hit. Her body tingled all over and now she understood what the sex slaves went through when she forced an orgasm out of them. She did feel some shame that her orgasm was pulled out when she was captured, but she also felt good knowing that she wanted to have one. She did not want to surrender herself and as far as she was concerned, she held firm. She felt the tingling sensation and felt really tired. Her body was put through more physical exertion than it ever did before. She closed her eyes and tried to recover. In her mind, she thought about her revenge one day. She imagined these women suffering under her fingers. Like she thought before, death was off the table. She wanted to torture them for the rest of their lives.
Isabel walked inside the building to check on Kylie. It had been a while since she went inside, and she was worried about her. She knew she shouldn’t go in herself because she did not want to be captured again, but Kylie was such a nice young lady, and she wanted to make sure she was ok. She looked around and there wasn’t too much noise. She went further inside, and she looked around. Memories started to come back here as she saw those stairs at the far end. She was once up those stairs and in the room. This was where she was paraded in front of her daughter with a knife to her throat. She thought about the look on La Diabla’s face that night and it started to affect her. She saw how angry and terrified her daughter was. It made her a little emotional being at the same location where all of that happened. She went further inside, and she saw someone lying on a table. She paused for a moment and then noticed who it was. The woman was tied up and she could hear her crying. Isabel started to recognize who it was, and she felt her adrenaline spiking. It was the same woman who had the knife to her throat. It was the same woman that helped torture her in that other building. She felt a measure of satisfaction that she was tied down, barefoot and had her pants and underwear pulled down. She smiled knowing that Pilar had got her comeuppance. She wanted to walk over there and gloat, but she wanted to find Kylie first. She made it to the stairs and started to walk up. She was very cautious because she had no idea what would be up in that room where she was once held. Once she got to the top, she heard some voices. She cautiously poked her head in and saw a sight to behold. There was another woman lying down on the table, with her pants pulled down and her rear end exposed. She noticed that she was barefoot as well. She saw Kylie standing there and a wave of relief washed over her. “Kylie? Are you ok?” she asked softly.
Kylie heard that voice behind her and she jumped! She was not expecting anyone to be behind her, and it scared her. She turned around and put her hand on her gun. She then saw a beautiful woman looking back at her and she breathed a sigh of relief. It was the mother of her friend, and she felt relieved. “Isabel, you scared me. hahaha What are you doing in here?” she asked.
“I came to look for you. You had been inside for a while, and I wanted to make sure you were ok. Who is that?” Isabel asked as she pointed at Sylvia.
“That’s Sylvia. She was the assassin involved in this entire ordeal. She won’t be bothering anyone again though.” Kylie replied and had a smirk on her face. She was stunned that Isabel came in, but at least Pilar and Sylvia were tied up and subdued.
“That’s her? I am glad she is tied up. Hey, I think we should go. I want to see if Salem is ok. I have a feeling she might need help.” Isabel said. She wondered what Kylie had done to Sylvia, but there was no time. She wanted to go find La Diabla and make sure she was safe.
“She told us to stay here. I am sure she is fine. She has both Becky and Rosa with her.” Kylie replied. She gave a gentle rub on Sylvia’s naked ass, then walked towards Isabel. She could tell she was worried, and it made sense. She was a mother, even though her daughter was a very dangerous woman herself.
“I just want to see her. I want to make sure she is ok. Please? Can we go?” Isabel asked. She had a bad feeling and wanted to make sure her daughter was ok. She knew she was facing a woman she truly hated, and she wanted to make sure she would be ok.
Kylie heard that desperate sound in Isabel’s voice and she felt for her. This entire ordeal must have been very hard on her and she wanted to see her loved one. She looked over at Sylvia and figured that she was done anyway. She was breathing heavily and still coming off an orgasmic high. Pilar seemed to be a wreck as well. She also felt a desire to see Darby and make sure she was ok. “Ok, let’s go there. I think these two aren’t going anywhere anyway. Let’s go see your daughter.” she told her.
“Thank you. I truly appreciate you. Let’s go.” Isabel said with a smile and started to head back down the stairs. She just kept feeling her intuition tingling and had a feeling her daughter needed her. She walked out of the building with Kylie, and it was time to find that shop. Kylie was with her, and they were on a mission of their own. “I’m coming, Salem. I’m coming….” she told herself.
La Diabla started to feel anxious as she was approaching the store that Veronica was once held in. It was Pablo’s shoe store, and she knew Darby and the woman she absolutely hated were in there. This was the moment she had been waiting for. She had gotten her mother free, and it was time to free Darby. Watching her suffering was very tough on her and now she could rescue her. It was also time to confront the woman she hated more than anyone else in the world. That woman had caused her the greatest agony over the past year and wanted to make sure their rivalry ended once and for all. She didn’t know what she was going to do, but she made sure her gun was totally loaded with bullets. She planned on ending Priscilla the first chance she got. She then saw the shop and she looked at Rosa and Becky. She was happy they were here, so they could help rescue Darby. It was still strange teaming up with Rosa. They were rivals and Rosa had even beaten her in a fight. She was tortured by the soldier, but she was grateful to her for helping find and rescue her mother. “Ok, there is the shop. Darby should be in there, as well as Priscilla. We have to be careful. Right now, we have the element of surprise. We have to make sure Darby is out of danger, then we can get that bitch holding her. Ready?” she asked the group.
Rosa felt her excitement growing. This was the moment she could finish the mission she set out to do. It was time to rescue Darby and arrest Priscilla. It was a pivotal moment in her own life, and she was ready to get it done. “Yes, I am ready. You ready, Becky?” she asked.
Becky felt herself trembling as she saw the shop. This was such an important moment for her. This was the moment she could rescue her mentor and prove to a lot of people she can handle and perform dangerous moments. She was thrilled she had two very capable women with her, so she was confident they could save her hero. “Yeah, I am ready! Let’s bring Darby home.” she replied.
Priscilla was enjoying herself as she paced around the room. She was inside the closed shop and feeling really confident. Even though her plan for her sex trafficking operation was blown up, she still had a chance to recover some things and plan a new ring. She also would help Christos Andino and Thalia get revenge on the woman who ruined their plans. She had enjoyed her time with Deputy Darby thus far. Seeing her getting tortured by Sylvia was such a breathtaking moment. She enjoyed looking at a naked Darby getting tormented. Hearing her tortured laughter was amazing. It took her back to that fateful day about a year ago when she was screaming for mercy inside that secret house in Santa Selena. The deputy tormented her feet, and she got her revenge. She was waiting for Sylvia and Pilar to return. She wanted to leave the town soon, so she could plot a return to her desired business. She wanted to destroy her greatest rival at the same time. La Diabla was an emotional wreck, and she loved having control over her. She wondered what she was going to do to Isabel going forward. Priscilla started to think that perhaps she could torture her in front of the outlaw. It would be risky, but it would also break La Diabla once and for all. She felt her lust growing and then looked back over at Darby. She was lying on a table and looking completely helpless. She wore clothes because transporting her from the previous location to this one required her to be clothed. She wanted her naked, but she had to get her through the streets of Ciudad Azteca. What she did like seeing were those big bare feet resting there. She loved tormenting those feet and had the boots removed when they got her into this new location. The urge to tickle them came back and she walked over there. She saw those big, pink, soft soles helplessly hanging there and upturned since Darby was on her belly. She reached a finger forward and stroked the left foot. “Tickle tickle…” she teased.
Darby felt a finger touching her foot and she started to laugh. Her body was still extremely sensitive, and any touch would drive her crazy. It had been a nightmare for her, and she was still in a humiliated state. She had been tortured viciously and still needed to recover. Sylvia and Priscilla truly tortured her and embarrassed her by forcing her to have an orgasm. She remembered getting off that table and her clothes were put back on. She was completely dazed and remember being escorted through the town. She still had Pilar’s sock stuffed in her mouth and when she got to this new location, she was forced onto the table and felt her boots being taken off. She was aware that Sylvia and Pilar left for a moment, which left her with Priscilla. The blond woman would touch her feet from time to time, and it was still very torturous for her. Now she felt those fingers stroking up and down her sole and it made her laugh. She had no idea how much she was going to keep being tortured but accepted it. She knew she was headed off to Greece the following day and her life as she knew it was over. Not even La Diabla was in position to rescue her because there was something about her mother. Darby had no idea what was happening and right now, her mind focused on those nails skittering on her foot. “hahahahahahahahaha ya have to stop!!” she laughed into her gag.
“Why should I? Your feet…..they are just TOO perfect! I love tickling them! Remember when you tickled mine? This is my last chance to touch these very tender feet of yours before you go to Greece, so let me enjoy myself.” Priscilla smiled as she continued to touch the foot. It was still a great feeling touching these incredibly soft feet. Listening to Darby’s laughter was beautiful to her ears and she loved how her fingers sank into that soft flesh. She then started to touch the other foot and the laughter increased. She really started to get into it and wanted to just keep tickling Darby. Sylvia and Pilar were taking quite some time waiting for La Diabla to return, so she figured she would just tickle Darby until they returned.
La Diabla slowly opened the back door of the store, and she heard a noise. It sounded very familiar, and she recognized it as Darby’s ticklish laughter. She felt her adrenaline spiking right now because it was finally time to rescue her lover. She had both Becky and Rosa behind her. She walked in and made her way through the back area of the shop, and the laughter was getting louder. Her heart was beating faster, and she prepared herself for this confrontation. Once she arrived at a swinging door, she opened it and now her eyes locked onto the sight before her. She could see Priscilla standing there and her hands were wiggling on the bottoms of Darby’s bare feet. She was witnessing Darby getting tortured again and that made her very angry. All of her emotions exploded, and it was time to end this rivalry once and for all. She took off running and as soon as she got near Priscilla, she reached her hands back a little and then pushed them forward, shoving Priscilla to the ground. “YOU BITCH!! STOP TICKLING HER FEET!!!!” she yelled.
Priscilla was completely stunned as she felt herself crashing to the floor. She had no idea what happened and looked around. She was just tickling Darby’s feet and suddenly she was on the ground, landing on her left shoulder. She grimaced a little and then looked up. Her eyes went wide with shock as she saw La Diabla approaching her. Before she could even stand back up, she felt a hard punch to her jaw, and she hit the floor again. “WHAT THE HELL??” she yelled out.
La Diabla was in a rage, and she felt that punch connect with that jaw and now she was in fight mode. Nothing was going to stop her from destroying this woman. She wanted to take out all of her aggression on her and truly hurt the woman. She saw Priscilla on her knees, and she swung her leg to kick her. Her boot connected against that same left shoulder, and she watched Priscilla hit the ground again. She was in a blind rage, and nothing was going to stop her now. “YOU WILL PAY!!!!!” she yelled.
Rosa had followed La Diabla into the shop and saw her going after Priscilla. She could hear the anger in her voice and wondered if she should intervene. Her eyes then noticed Darby lying on a table. She was still tied up and her pink soles were exposed. It was the first time she saw Darby’s naked feet and it surprised her. They were large, thick soles and that deep pink color was mesmerizing. They looked incredibly soft, and she heard that laughter when she entered the building as well. It appeared that she was getting tickled by Priscilla. She saw the empty boots on the floor and went over to help her. “Darby!!!” she yelled out.
Becky had entered the shop following both La Diabla and Rosa. She heard Darby’s ticklish laughter and knew her hero was in trouble. She was very anxious and when she saw Darby lying on the table, she felt an incredible amount of joy. After all that time of her being missing, there she was, tied up and lying on a table. She saw the barefeet and realized that Priscilla must have been tickling her. “Darby!!” she called out then rushed over.
Darby heard familiar voices, and she looked around. She saw La Diabla across the shop and it looked like she was beating up Priscilla. Then she saw two people come into her view and her heart exploded with relief and happiness. It was both Rosa and Becky!! Her eyes went wide with excitement, and she felt emotional that her ordeal was just about over. “Rosa! Becky!!! You’re here!” she screamed into her gag.
Rosa saw there was something inside Darby’s mouth and knew it was some kind of gag. She smiled at her friend and reached forward. She wanted to remove the gag and start to get Darby free. She grabbed a hold of the sock gag with her fingers and slowly pulled it out of Darby’s mouth. She held up the soaked garment and then tossed it over her shoulder. She looked at Darby’s face and saw how sweaty it was. She felt so happy at the moment and wanted to get her free. “There you are! You know, we have been looking for you!” she told her.
Becky saw the gag get removed out of Darby’s mouth and she felt a little emotional. Her mentor was right there, and she was going to be rescued. She looked at the exhausted face of the legendary deputy and she felt very happy. “Darby! We found ya! Ya are safe now!” she smiled.
Darby felt very happy, and her emotions were starting to rise. Her rescue was here, and she was not going to end up in Greece. She truly thought her life was over but now two women who were her friends were here to rescue her. She was really relieved that the gag was removed, and she stretched her jaw a bit. Her eyes filled with tears because her nightmare was over. “I am so glad to see you both!! Thank you…..thank you…..” she said with her voice breaking up.
“Yes, we were not going to stop looking for ya until we found ya. Now, let’s get her free!” Becky said then went towards Darby’s body. She saw the ropes tied around her chest area and around her legs. She started to work on the chest rope and saw Rosa go to the legs. It was time to set her free and get her out of this dangerous situation.
Rosa heard Becky saying they needed to set Darby free, and she went to the legs. She started to work on the ropes, and her eyes caught the sight of Darby’s pink heels. It was an interesting contrast because she could see the very pale skin on the Achilles tendon, and that deep pink skin on the top of the heels. She thought back to when they were at Darby’s house and she requested to work on the toe tickling technique on Darby’s feet. Darby had quickly declined, and she understood why. She learned that she was ticklish by just listening to that laughter when Pricilla was tickling her. She hoped that one day she could touch the feet and just have a good time. She managed to get the ropes undone and saw Becky getting the chest rope undone. Darby was finally free! “I can’t believe we found her. I feel so happy right now.” she said in a satisfied voice.
“Yeah! We saved her! Hehe” Becky said as she pulled the ropes free from Darby’s upper body. She saw Darby trying to move and she helped her up. She felt so excited about this moment and knew their mission was just about done. They had found and rescued Darby. They had also found and freed La Diabla’s mother. It was a really great moment, and she wanted to truly celebrate.
Darby felt the ropes come off of her and she knew her ordeal was just about over. She felt Becky helping her into a sitting position and she felt a great sense of relief. Her legs were dangling off the side of the table and she noticed her feet. They were just being tickled and now, she was free. She looked at both Rosa and Becky and felt so happy to see those pretty faces. She smiled at both of them and then noticed another event taking place. She looked across the room and saw La Diabla punching and kicking Priscilla. She could hear the screams of pain coming from Priscilla and knew her lover wanted to destroy Priscilla. She felt the need to call out or the evil woman could be killed! “Salem!!! I am free! I am free!!” she yelled out.
La Diabla was in a total fit of rage as she punched and kicked Priscilla. Her emotions were starting to run wild, and she wanted to punish this woman severely. The thought of this woman kidnapping her mother just to hurt her really resonated throughout her body and she just kept punching. She could hear Priscilla’s grunts and shouts of pain, and she loved it. She wanted to beat the hell out of this woman, and no one was going to stop her. Then she heard Darby calling out to her and she paused before she did another kick. She looked over towards the table and saw Darby was sitting up and her feet were dangling off the side of the table. She saw Rosa and Becky smiling as well. “Darby? You’re, ok?” she asked.
Darby saw how badly Priscilla was getting beat up and she was glad she made La Diabla pause for a moment. She knew how much the outlaw hated Priscilla and didn’t want her to go overboard with her. She was very happy to see her, and she wondered how she ended up teaming with Becky and Rosa. She knew how much Rosa wanted to arrest her, but right now they were a team. She had a lot to catch up on and looked forward to hearing that story. “Yeah, I am ok. I am safe now, thanks to all of you.” she answered.
“Good. This bitch won’t be…..” La Diabla said then looked at Priscilla. She was on the ground and groaning in pain. She could see there was some blood around her mouth as she had busted her lip. She could also see the punch marks around the jaw and the eye area. She felt her rage increasing again. She saw how much pain she was in and that made her remember her own pain. She thought about how this woman hurt people she truly cared about. She had affected Gabby, Veronica, Cheyenne, Darby and of course, Isabel. She thought about how Priscilla hurt all of them just to get back at her. This rivalry took on a whole new meaning and she was going to end it once and for all. “GET UP!!! ON YOUR KNEES!!!!” she yelled at Priscilla.
Priscilla was feeling a lot of pain throughout her body as she had just been physically attacked by La Diabla. She never recovered once she was shoved to the ground and landed on her left shoulder. Before she could even try to defend herself, she felt the wrath of the outlaw. She felt those kicks and punches and they hurt a lot. Her face was aching, and she could taste her own blood. Her ribs were hurting due to the kicks that were placed there. She knew she was in deep trouble and had the rage of the outlaw to deal with. She barely knew where she was, and she heard La Diabla demanding to get on her knees. She slowly got on all fours and then raised her upper body. She was on her knees and looked around. She could see that Darby was freed and saw two women standing next to her. She had a sinking feeling that her entire plan was destroyed and now she was going to go to jail. She then turned her head to her left and looked at La Diabla. She saw the look of sheer hate on her face, and it sent a chill down her spine. She hoped she wasn’t going to be struck again. She knew she could not beat La Diabla in a fist fight. She was not a fighter. “Please….don’t hit me anymore.” she pleaded.
“You BITCH!!!! You are going to pay for everything! My mother is finally free, and you are MINE!!!!” La Diabla screamed. It felt good to finally be free of Priscilla. All that pain rushed towards her heart, and she quickly pulled out her weapon and pointed it right at Priscilla’s head. “This ends TODAY!!!!” she yelled.
Priscilla saw the gun pointed at her face and her heart froze. The tone in La Diabla’s face indicated that she was going to be killed. She saw the look in her eyes and now she felt really emotional. She was going to die and that petrified her. “What are you doing? Please don’t shoot me!!” she yelled.
“I am going to shoot you! You will never hurt anyone ever again!! Prepare to meet your maker in Hell!!!!” La Diabla screamed. She felt her blood pumping and her adrenaline flowing. She finally had Priscilla vulnerable and was ready to take her down once and for all. She could see the frightened look in her eyes, and it made it even better. She was going to blow this woman’s head off and never have to deal with her again.
“SALEM!!!! What are you doing? Put the gun down!” Darby yelled as she saw La Diabla pull out her weapon and point it at Priscilla’s head. She could hear the pain and anguish in her voice and knew that she was in a very deep and painful rage. She could not watch the execution of Priscilla, even though the woman deserved it.
“Hey! La Diabla! Put the gun down!” Rosa yelled as she saw the gun was pointing at Priscilla’s head. She knew La Diabla was very emotional at the moment and knew she could pull that trigger at any moment.
“NO!!!! This woman hurt everyone I love! She will NEVER DO IT AGAIN!! This time we end this! You don’t deserve to live. You HURT THE PEOPLE I LOVE!!! You hurt Veronica and Gabby! You hurt Cheyenne! You hurt Darby! And the worst yet was YOU HURT MY MOTHER!!! You’re going to die bitch! YOU ARE GOING TO DIE!” La Diabla shouted as she had her finger on the trigger of her gun. She saw that look on Priscilla’s face and saw how scared she was. She loved that look and she felt the tension in her hand. She was mere moments away from finally ending this rivalry.
“Please….please don’t kill me. I don’t want to die! I DON’T WANT TO DIE!!!! Please….” Priscilla begged as she saw that gun barrel directly pointing at her face. She started to cry as her life was about to end. Even though she was involved in crimes and knew she hurt so many people, she did not want to die. She adored her life and did not want to see it end. She thought about her husband, Julio Montenegro, and how everything was about to end. Her head was going to be blown off and it would all be over. Her crying got deeper and more painful as she begged La Diabla not to kill her. “Please don’t kill me…sob please don’t kill me…..I don’t sob want to die…..” she cried.
“Too bad bitch! I am going to blow your head off and fill your body with bullets. You are about to see why they call me La Diabla!!!!” La Diabla shouted and then felt her adrenaline spiking. It was time to end this. She could hear Darby and the others begging her to not kill Priscilla. She saw and heard Priscilla begging for her life. This once mighty woman was on her knees begging for her life and there was something satisfying about it all. She felt all the hate within her body, and it was time to let it all out!
“SALEM!!!!! PUT THAT GUN DOWN!!!!!” a voice shouted from across the room.
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La Diabla was moments away from pulling the trigger and she heard that yell. It sounded very familiar, and she turned her head. She looked towards where Darby, Rosa and Becky were but saw two more figures appearing. She saw Kylie standing there, but she also saw Isabel! Her mother was here, and she was moving towards her. “Mama? Why are you here?” she asked.
“Mija, put the gun down. She is not worth it. Mija, please, put the gun down.” Isabel said in a calm and nervous voice. She had entered the shop and heard a bunch of yelling. When she entered, she saw her daughter standing there with Priscilla on her knees. There was a gun pointing at Priscilla’s head and she heard the threats the outlaw was making. She could hear the pain in her daughter’s voice and knew how much she hated the evil blond woman. But she would not allow her daughter to execute someone in cold blood. She felt pain in her heart because she knew La Diabla was in tremendous pain.
“Mama, she deserves to die! She hurt so many people. She hurt so many people that I love. She did it to hurt me! She hates me and I hate her!!! This ends forever! She hurt you, Mama! That is something I will never forgive!” La Diabla told Isabel. She was feeling her rage and also felt so much emotional pain. She looked at Priscilla again and her finger was ready to pull the trigger. “Time for you to die, bitch….” she told Priscilla.
“SALEM!!!! That is not who you are! She deserves to face punishment for her crimes, but not like this. Not like this, mija. This is not who you are….” Isabel said, trying to reason with her daughter. She understood the hate and the pain, but she did not want her to go this far and execute someone.
“No Mama, this IS who I am! I am LA DIABLA!!!! This bitch messed with the devil herself!!!” La Diabla yelled. She felt her name meant everything at this moment. She gave herself the moniker “La Diabla” because she didn’t feel nothing for anyone and wanted to make sure people paid a severe price for crossing her. She had killed several people throughout her outlaw career and executing Priscilla was something she was very capable of. She didn’t like telling her mother that she was evil, but she felt that was who she truly was.
“NO!!! That is NOT who you are!!! You are NOT La Diabla!!! You are Salem Veracruz. You are the daughter of Isabel Veracruz and Bradley Hunt. You are MY daughter. You are my precious baby. Salem, I love you so much. You are the greatest gift I have ever received in my life. I love you more than my own life. You will always be my baby girl. You are mi Angelita, my little angel. You are not evil. You are that same little girl that always wanted to protect her Mama, and you have so much love in your heart. Mija, please, put the gun down. I love you. I love you so much…..” Isabel pleaded. She felt herself starting to cry because Salem was in so much pain. She did not want her to make a huge mistake in her life. She loved her daughter with everything she had and wanted to protect her. She wanted to comfort her. She wanted to make her feel loved again. She hated it when her daughter went by the name La Diabla. It wasn’t who she truly was. She felt pain and prayed her daughter would not execute Priscilla in front of her. “Come to me. Please, mija. Come to me.” she begged.
La Diabla started to feel extremely emotional as she heard what her mother said. She loved her mother more than anyone else walking the planet and her words affected her deeply. She looked at Priscilla’s face and saw that fear. She saw those tears. She could end this woman’s life in a moment. But her mother’s words got into her heart, and it really made her feel deep emotions. She started to feel the urge to kill Priscilla, but she also felt the urge to go hug her mother. Her mother was begging her. She did not want to cause her mother any more pain, and she took her finger off the trigger. She felt her body starting to shake as the rage was coming down and felt love for her mother filling her body. Her hand lowered her gun from Priscilla’s face, and she slowly put it back into the holster. She then turned towards Isabel and saw her crying. That broke her heart, and she realized she was hurting her mother. She started to cry and then slowly started walking towards her. Her steps were staggered as she was overcome with emotions. She made it to Isabel, who had her arms outstretched. “Mama….Mama…..I’m sorry….I’m so sorry….” she cried then hugged her mother deeply.
“I got you, Salem, I got you. My baby……” Isabel said softly as she felt La Diabla in her arms. She wrapped them tightly around her daughter and started to cry herself. She hadn’t seen her cry this hard ever since her Bradley died. She heard those heavy sobs, and she cried with her. Her own heart was heavy with emotion, and she just wanted to protect her child. “I love you, Salem. I love you with everything I have.” she softly whispered.
“I love you, Mama. I love you. I’m so sob sorry! I’m so sob sorry!!” La Diabla cried as she felt her mother’s embrace. She let all of that rage out of her body and just wanted to feel her mother’s love. She felt terrible that she nearly executed Priscilla in front of Isabel and that made her really regret everything. She let herself cry profusely and let it all out. The pain she was feeling was intense, but she felt love by the woman who gave her life.
Rosa was in shock as she witnessed that entire exchange. It was such an intense emotional moment, and she thought she was about to watch a live execution. She heard those emotional pleas from Isabel and then to see La Diabla put the gun away and go hug her mother was surreal. The emotion in the room could be felt by all. She saw the hug and could hear the crying. The outlaw was in serious pain, and it made her feel for her. She then snapped out of it and went over to Priscilla. It was time to subdue this woman before she even thought about escaping. She saw the bloodied face and saw the tears. She could see how scared Priscilla really was and it was shocking. She heard she was evil to the core, but she had enough emotion in her body to fear for her own life. She wasn’t defiant in the face of death. She was scared like any human being with some kind of emotion within them. “Ok Priscilla, you are under arrest.” she told her.
Priscilla felt herself crying harder as she was so close to death. She was overcome with emotion and was thrilled that she remained alive. She saw La Diabla hugging her mother and could hear those cries from both of them. She didn’t know what to think. She was just relieved she was not going to perish. She looked up at Rosa and saw her stern face. “Please don’t let her kill me. Please….” she told her, still fearing for her life.
Darby saw the hug with La Diabla, and her mother and it broke her heart. This was the first time she had seen Isabel and watching that very emotional exchange tore her heart out. She was about to witness the execution of Priscilla, but it was thwarted by this beautiful woman who loved her daughter more than life itself. She felt horrible for her lover. She could hear those agonizing cries of pain and knew she had to go through a lot. She wanted to comfort her, but knew it was better if she was with her mother. She looked over at Becky who had a look of shock on her face as well. “That was something else….” she told her.
Becky was stunned watching everything that just went down. She heard that rage in La Diabla’s voice and felt for sure that Priscilla would be executed. However, hearing Isabel’s desperate pleas got to her heart and she wanted to cry. Seeing that kind of love on display really affected her. She saw how love won out in the end and not rage. She listened to La Diabla crying hard and it was very emotional. She heard Darby’s voice, and she looked at her. “Yeah, it was. I feel bad for her. She had gone through a lot. I am glad she is with her mother again.” she said softly.
Darby got off the table and found her boots. She had no idea where her socks were, so she just remained barefoot inside the boots. She then walked over to where Rosa and Priscilla were and stared at the criminal woman. “You are done. You will never hurt another soul.” she told her.
La Diabla broke the hug with Isabel and looked at her face. Her eyes were filled with tears, but she could see the love on Isabel’s face. She was still very emotional, but she felt comfort being held by her mother. It had been such a trying, emotional journey for her and now her mother was safe. She still felt the need to apologize for being evil in front of her and she wanted forgiveness. “Mama, please forgive me….please.” she told her.
“There is nothing to forgive, Salem. I love you. It is over. It is all finally over.” Isabel said with a slight smile on her face. It was still killing her inside to see her daughter so emotional. The pain she was feeling and how close she was to completely lose control. She heard of the reputation of La Diabla, but she never saw it until this moment. She was happy she was here to help her and loved her even more.
“Yes, it is. Mama, I am so glad you are safe. That’s all that matters to me. You are safe.” La Diabla said, then hugged Isabel again. It just felt good that she knew her mother was here, and she was safe. She hugged her tighter and did not want to let go of her.
Rosa forced Priscilla to her feet and started to guide her out. She figured it was time to go and bring all three women to justice at this point. She was going to contact her commanding officer and the local authorities to imprison Priscilla, Pilar and Sylvia. She saw Darby looking relieved and Becky was smiling. She also saw Isabel and La Diabla now speaking to each other. She looked over and saw Kylie standing there and looking relieved. She felt the mission was finally over and they could go celebrate somewhere. She also decided she was going to let La Diabla go. After witnessing everything that took place, she knew the outlaw was forced into her criminal activity by Priscilla. Plus, seeing her with her mother in such a loving manner was too much for her to interrupt. The pain the outlaw suffered was punishment enough. “Ok, let’s go get Pilar and Sylvia. Then we can all go home!” she announced.
Isabel heard the words about going home and she felt so happy. After enduring the agony of being a prisoner, getting tortured, and watching her daughter go through such emotional pain, going home sounded like the greatest gift ever. She looked at Priscilla and could see how broken up she was. She thought about the pain that woman caused for her and her daughter. It was strange that she was the one responsible for saving Priscilla’s life, even though the criminal woman was responsible for all this pain for everyone in the room. She started to get angry at the woman and thought about what happened to her. Priscilla had humiliated her in this same location. It was also the scene of watching her daughter suffering emotionally. She had an urge to get revenge against her and wanted to do it before she went to jail. She went over to Rosa and smiled. “Rosa, can I ask you something?” she asked softly.
Rosa was surprised by the question and wondered what Isabel wanted. She was happy this woman was free, and she probably wanted to yell at Priscilla. “Sure, what is it?” she asked.
“Can the others go pick up Pilar and Sylvia? I just want a few moments alone with Priscilla. I owe her. I owe her big time. You can stay with me, I just want to make this woman realize what she has done.” Isabel asked. She thought about her revenge and now her own adrenaline was flowing. She wanted Priscilla to suffer without her getting killed.
Rosa was surprised by the request and wondered what Isabel was planning. It sounded like she wanted revenge. It didn’t seem as bad because she would be here with them but was really curious what was going through her mind. “Um, sure. I guess we can do that. After everything you went through, she deserves whatever you want to do. Hey Darby, you all can go ahead. Isabel and I will handle Priscilla for a moment.” she told the group.
“Mama, you are not coming with us?” La Diabla asked. She wondered why her mother wanted to remain here with Rosa and Priscilla. She really wanted to leave with her and hoped she was ok.
“No, mija. I want to talk to Priscilla for a moment. Don’t worry about me. I will meet you a little later. I have to do this. It is important to me. Rosa will be here with me, so you don’t have to worry. Now, go with the others to make sure those other women do not cause issues.” Isabel told her. She hugged her daughter and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She did not want her to witness her getting revenge on the woman who caused them both such great trauma.
La Diabla had a puzzled look on her face but nodded her head. She wondered what was going on and figured she could ask later. She hoped her mother would beat Priscilla up, which would be a satisfying revenge. She went over to Darby and the others and started to follow them out of the building. She looked at Isabel one more time and smiled. She left the premises and knew her ordeal was just about to be over.
Isabel saw La Diabla, and the others leave and then she turned towards Rosa and Priscilla. Now she was alone with the woman who caused so much grief. She started to get excited because she wanted her revenge against this woman. She looked at Rosa and smiled. “Could you get her on that table and tie her down? I think it is high time she gets what is coming to her…..” she requested.
Rosa was surprised by the request and then it dawned on her. It appeared that Isabel wanted revenge in the same manner that she was tortured. She started to smile when she realized that there was some outlaw within this mature woman and seeing Priscilla suffering a little bit would be fun. All the others were punished in this manner and what better way to send Priscilla off than to get tormented the same way. She then started to shove Priscilla over to the table that Darby was once on. “Get on the table! Lay down on your back! Hurry!” she commanded.
Priscilla was confused when she heard that instruction. She heard that Isabel wanted to talk to her without anyone else here but Rosa. In a way, she was relieved that Rosa would be here but wondered what was happening. She carefully got onto the table, which wasn’t too high off the ground and then felt a rope going around her upper body. She was confused and didn’t want to make a move. She was very close to death and Rosa was still armed. She didn’t even know who she was, but she was dressed like a Mexican Rurales. She then felt her legs getting bound together and she looked at Isabel. She definitely saw the resemblance between mother and daughter and saw this smirk on her face. Her mind started to go crazy because it appeared Isabel was about to do something to her. She stared at the mature woman and felt very nervous. “What do you want with me?” she asked.
Isabel saw Priscilla lying on the table and she felt a tingle throughout her body. She remembered being on this same table when Priscilla and her minions tortured her. It was the most embarrassing and humiliating moment of her entire life. She made her way close by Priscilla’s head and smiled at her. She could see the fear on her face, and she felt her own anger rising. It was time to have some fun with a woman she truly hated as well. “Well, well, well. Look what we have here. Funny how the tables have turned. Do you remember when you had me on this table? Remember that?” she asked menacingly.
Priscilla’s eyes went wide when she heard that question. She was tied down and now Isabel was reminding her of what took place when she had the mature woman tied down. She felt her breath leave her body and she prayed that Isabel was not going to get revenge. “You wouldn’t dare!” she yelled back.
“I think you do remember. Yes, I remember it very well. Hehehe You know, I thought about that moment, but that was not the source of my anger towards you right now. Tell me Priscilla, do you have any children?” Isabel asked. She felt herself starting to get excited because she was going to punish Priscilla for everything. She wanted to embarrass her and make her feel what she felt when she was tortured days ago.
“No, I do not. Let me go!” Priscilla yelled as she felt herself getting really nervous. The way Isabel was sounding, she was going to suffer soon. It was also surreal with the way Isabel was speaking. The way her voice was inflecting, it sounded like La Diabla. That frightened her because she did not want to suffer.
“I ask because as you very well know, I have a child. Let me tell you something about being a mother. We love our children. We are willing to do ANYTHING to keep them safe. We want to protect them from the dangers of the world. You obviously know my daughter. You caused her great pain. You can’t even begin to imagine how hurt I was watching her in so much pain. I have never seen her like that, and it was all because of you.” Isabel told her, feeling a bit emotional. Her mind started to think about how hard La Diabla was crying in her arms. The rage she had felt and how close she was to executing Priscilla. It was the kind of pain a mother never wanted to see in her children. She looked at Priscilla’s face and then an evil smirk formed on it. “So, you have to pay for that. I will admit you really got me good. You tortured me. You really broke me that day. But that is not why you are going to pay. No, you are going to pay because you hurt Salem. I will NEVER forgive you for that.” she yelled.
Priscilla was really feeling nervous now and she started to squirm around. She had a bad feeling that she was about to get tortured and she had to get away. She looked over at Rosa and hoped that she could help her. “Are you going to let her do something to me? Stop her!” she pleaded.
“Hehehehe Nope. From everything I saw, you DESERVE this. I am here just to make sure you remain alive. But in terms of you suffering, well, you do deserve it. Good luck! Hehehe” Rosa joked. She could tell how angry Isabel was and it appeared she was about to get some revenge. She wanted to see this moment happen. It would be poetic to have the mother of the infamous outlaw take Priscilla’s ego down once and for all. She also realized that Priscilla must have tortured Isabel, so revenge was appropriate.
“You sound so nervous. You shouldn’t, and honestly, you won’t be sounding nervous. I think you will feel better. Laughter is such a beautiful thing. Remember when you made me laugh? I think it is time for me to pay you back for that jolly good time you showed me…..” Isabel threatened. She looked over Priscilla’s body and wondered where to start. There was something very exciting for her to do this. After enduring horrific torture herself, seeing Priscilla suffering the same way would be perfect. It had been a while since she tickled someone. She remembered there was an encounter with a woman about a decade ago and it ended up being a very special night. They had a tickle fight, and she dominated the woman, and they spent the night together after that. It was a story she would never tell anyone. She never wanted a relationship with anyone ever again after her greatest love, Salem’s father, died. But she didn’t mind a few dalliances. She looked at the stomach area and wondered if she should start there. She was on the left-hand side of Priscilla and reached her right hand forward. She placed it on Priscilla’s belly and did a quick scrabble of her fingers. She felt the body jerking and she grinned. It was apparent that this evil woman was just as ticklish as everyone else. Now it was time to humiliate her. “Is something wrong? Did my fingers hurt you?” she asked.
Priscilla felt those fingers on her stomach and winced when they moved around. She felt a ticklish sensation and she was really starting to panic. She couldn’t believe that Isabel wanted to tickle her. That would be humiliating, and she could not let that happen. “HEY!!! DON’T TOUCH ME!!!” she yelled.
“Oh, I am going to touch you. I am going to touch you the same way you touched me. You had a good time with that, didn’t you? You know what they say, right? Payback is a bitch!” Isabel said then started to run her fingers a little faster over the stomach. The white shirt still covered the stomach area, but she still got a reaction. She saw Priscilla’s face in that ticklish discomfort and wanted to make her miserable. She took her left hand and placed it on the left side of the body and gave it a gentle squeeze. That got a nice reaction, and she smiled. “Oooh! I think I found a spot!” she teased.
Priscilla felt that squeeze on her side and a strong ticklish shockwave hit her. She couldn’t help but let out a ticklish shriek and felt a little embarrassed. She looked over at Rosa, who was on her right-hand side and prayed she would help her. She looked back to her left and saw Isabel with that same smile that La Diabla had when the outlaw tormented her in Santa Selena. “Hey!!! Don’t heheheh do that to me! You can’t hehehehe do this to me!” she giggled.
“I can, and I WILL!!! Time to make you a bit uncomfortable. This is better than what could have happened, right? Or should I call Salem back here to finish what she wanted to do?” Isabel threatened. She felt her own anger growing and she wanted to truly punish this woman. She continued to think about how Priscilla, Pilar and Maria, all tormented her. It was truly a horrible moment for her, and it broke her. She had never been so miserable and the more she was tickling Priscilla, the more excited she got.
Priscilla heard the threat of La Diabla returning to finish the job and she definitely did not want that to happen. She felt the fingers still dancing on her stomach area and she was grateful that she was still wearing her shirt. She was excited that she was still fully clothed at the moment. The tickling was making her react, but at least her skin wasn’t being touched. She saw the joy on Isabel’s face and looked at Rosa again. “Are you hehehehehe going to let her hehehehehe torture me???” she asked while giggling.
“Yes. As a matter of fact, I am. You should be grateful. You could have a few bullets in your head, so if I were you, I would just enjoy that this torture will allow you to live afterwards. Oh, it is fun to see that you are ticklish. Evil women like you are ticklish! You should have seen Sylvia. She was REALLY ticklish! Hehehe” Rosa teased. She thought about what she did to a trained assassin and felt really good about it. She got her to go crazy, even when she was so defiant. She already knew Priscilla was not as tough and soon, her hysterical laughter would come out. She was also very curious to see Isabel’s tickling style. She definitely knew how vicious her daughter was and wondered if they would be the same. Just the fact that both mother and daughter were tickling their enemies was a fun thing to see.
“You see? There is no escape! I am going to make you suffer! You know, your shirt is in the way. Let’s see how soft your skin is.” Isabel said. She paused her tickling and started to unbutton the shirt. She felt Priscilla squirming around and then saw Rosa reaching her arms forward and holding Priscilla down. It appeared the Mexican soldier was going to help her torment this woman. She felt incredibly grateful to Rosa because she was the one who freed her from captivity and now, she was here for her to get revenge on this woman. She kept unbuttoning the shirt and saw flashes of the pale white skin underneath. That got her excited because she truly wanted to see Priscilla suffer.
Priscilla was stunned when she felt her shirt starting to get opened up. She also felt Rosa’s strong hands holding her shoulders down, preventing her from moving her torso around. She was in disbelief that she was about to get tickle tortured by the same woman she tormented. It was fun when she tortured Isabel, and now she was getting her revenge. She could feel the room air touching her stomach area and she knew she was in trouble. She then froze as the shirt was unbuttoned on her chest area. Her chest was going to be exposed, making her more vulnerable. “HEY!!! LEAVE MY SHIRT ALONE! Are you crazy?” she screamed.
“No, I am not crazy. Hehehehe You really should be thanking me. I am just making you more comfortable. Now, let’s get a look at this tummy of yours. I like it! It looks so smooth. Your skin looks soft. I bet it is also very sensitive.” Isabel teased. She saw the pale skin and did a soft stroke of her finger across that skin. She saw the stomach tense up and she smiled. She did it again and heard a slight giggle. She moved her fingers on that skin a few more times and it seemed to produce more giggles. It was a little strange to hear a woman so evil laughing, but at the same time, it was very enjoyable. She knew this would absolutely crush the ego of Priscilla by making her laugh against her will. It would be fun to make this woman suffer emotionally. “Ticklish?” she asked with a grin.
Priscilla felt the fingers touching her skin and it tickled. It tickled a lot. She was trying to hold in her giggles, but the more she was touched, the worse the tickling got. She tried to move her body, but Rosa was doing a good job of holding her down. She was also very aware that at the moment, the tickle attacks were light and seemed playful. She wondered if this was all that was going to happen, then she would be ok after all. It would be embarrassing to be giggling but it wasn’t torture. “Hey!!! Hehehehe Cut that out!!” she yelled.
Isabel smiled as she knew she was giving Priscilla discomfort. She also loved the way she was setting the woman up. This was just exploratory touching, and she wanted to find the most responsive areas so she could really torture her. She knew she didn’t have all night, so she wanted to find the weakest areas and really make this woman scream. With Priscilla’s arms tied to her sides, she couldn’t get to the armpits, so her stomach, chest, neck and feet would be the main targets. Her eyes glanced over the groin area and wondered what would happen if she tickled Priscilla’s most private area. Her own vagina was tickled by this woman and getting that kind of revenge would be amazing. She moved her fingers towards the navel area and that got a nice reaction. She heard a hissing sound and then some very strong giggles. Priscilla had a very ticklish belly button, and she kept that in mind. “Someone seems very sensitive. Let’s see where else you are.” she teased.
Rosa was amused watching Isabel softly tickling around Priscilla’s stomach. She noticed that she didn’t seem as ruthless as her daughter and figured this would be an easier form of torture. It would be enough to embarrass Priscilla, but perhaps not give her true torture. It made her wonder if she should help out. She thought about when they eventually got to Priscilla’s feet, she could do the toe squeezing technique. That would surely drive this criminal woman wild and that was exciting. She liked how Isabel was approaching this method of torture. She started to like the woman. She seemed so kind and full of life. It was still amazing her daughter was a lot more twisted, but after witnessing their hug, she knew La Diabla had a heart in her body. Rosa giggled when she heard Priscilla squealing when her navel was touched. “She is definitely ticklish. How embarrassing. A woman who wants to be this big boss is nothing but a ticklish schoolgirl. Hehehe” she taunted.
Priscilla heard the taunts and wanted to snap back at Rosa, but those fingers around her navel were driving her crazy. She gritted her teeth to try and avoid laughing, but it was getting more and more difficult. She looked at Isabel and could see the amused look on her face. She appeared to be enjoying her discomfort and wanted to scream at her. She elected not to do it because she could simply call La Diabla back. The outlaw wanted to kill her and right now, avoiding death was her number one goal. She didn’t know how to react knowing that any malicious outburst could have an ill effect on her. Then she let out a squeal when she felt a fingernail probing her navel. The intensity of it surprised her and she saw Isabel’s face light up. “Get out of there!!! Stop touching my navel you…..” she yelled, then stopped.
“Go ahead. Finish what you were about to say. What were you about to call me?” Isabel asked with a smile. She wanted Priscilla to use foul language because she knew she could easily threaten the woman with her daughter coming back. She knew Priscilla was now deathly afraid of her daughter and it made the perfect tool to keep this woman in check. She then ran her fingernail in the belly button again and heard a very cute squeal coming from Priscilla’s lips.
“EEEP!!! Nothing!!! Hehehehe I wasn’t going to call you anything!” Priscilla squealed as she felt that nail tormenting her navel again. She was starting to get frustrated because she couldn’t stop Isabel from tickling her and she couldn’t yell at her for fear of her life. She hated being in this position. She thought about when she first encountered the outlaw. It was in her own home in Ciudad Zopilote. La Diabla had infiltrated her house looking for a golden statue that her husband had stolen. She was tied up and tickle tortured by La Diabla. It was horrendous and that was what started their conflict. Even though she did get some revenge, she ended up getting tickle tortured and humiliated by La Diabla in that secret house in Santa Selena. Now, she had her mother tickling her. Isabel was getting her revenge and there was nothing she could do about it.
“Hehehehe she sure seems rather obedient. Isabel keep tickling her. Have some fun!” Rosa teased. She was enjoying listening to Priscilla giggle and squirm around. It was amazing to see a woman so evil smiling and laughing. It was a lot of fun knowing she was ticklish too. She then decided to have some fun herself and placed her fingers on her left hand around Priscilla’s neck. She wanted to see if she would react and lightly fluttered her fingers there. She saw Priscilla looking right at her and she gave her a silly smile. “Something the matter?” she teased.
Priscilla felt something on her neck, and it tickled her. She looked over at Rosa and realized she was starting to get in on the action. That terrified her because she did not want two women tickling her. The last time that happened, it was in Santa Selena and La Diabla, Darby and even Phoebe Wellington tickled her all over. It was devastating and utterly humiliating. Now she was faced with that prospect again and her fear went into overdrive. “GET THE HELL AWAY FROM MY NECK!” she yelled.
Isabel heard that scream and she saw Rosa tickling and teasing the neck area. That made her smile because now she had someone helping her and it was the one woman that had the authority to stop her. She then decided to ramp up her tickle attack and focused on the navel. She used her nails all around the button and now the body was convulsing more. It felt good inside to do this to Priscilla after she was tormented herself. This evil woman had pushed her beyond her limits, and it was such an agonizing moment in her life. The more she thought about her own torture, the more determined she became to make Priscilla suffer. She could feel her nails scraping across the very sensitive skin and she loved it. “Tickle tickle tickle! Look who is a ticklish girl! Priscilla is a ticklish little girl” she taunted.
Priscilla started to laugh harder once she felt those nails across her stomach. They were around her navel, and she started to react more. Isabel was not using a soft touch anymore; she was being far more aggressive now. She hated this feeling. She hated being made helpless and could hear those taunts. That was really embarrassing, and she wanted to fight her way out of this. Then she felt fingers on both sides of her neck, and she scrunched her head down to try and protect that area. “HEHEHEHEHEHEH STOP IT!!! BOTH OF YOU!!! HEHEHEHEHE THIS IS NOT FUNNY!!!” she yelled.
“If it isn’t funny, then why are you laughing? Hehehehe” Rosa teased. She loved what she was doing to Priscilla’s neck and could tell it was driving the woman crazy. She kept at it and even grazed the ears. It was fun listening to Priscilla shriek a little bit and she just wanted to continue. It was such an amazing feeling that all the criminals she encountered were just as ticklish as she was. Sylvia was ticklish. La Diabla was too. Now, Priscilla. It felt good to her knowing that she had a weapon that would surely help her being in the Rurales. She could make prisoners talk without having to hurt them. She figured she would thank Darby for the technique because it came in really handy. Her eyes looked down at Priscilla’s boots and wondered when she was going to go after those hidden feet. “Come on, tell us you like this.” she teased.
Isabel laughed when she heard Rosa’s cute little taunts. She was starting to feel powerful. She remembered suffering under a ticklish touch, but doing this to someone else as a form of torture was getting to be a lot more fun. She loved the way the body was reacting and wanted to keep doing it. She then looked at the exposed ribs and moved her right hand towards the left ribcage while her left hand still tickled around the navel. Her fingers started to move up and down the ribs and heard Priscilla let out another shriek. “Did I touch a spot? Hehe” she teased.
Priscilla felt the touch on her ribs and hearing Rosa taunting her was really driving her crazy. The helplessness of the situation kept growing and she was getting desperate. She truly hated being in this position. Someone was getting the better of her and it angered her. It wasn’t even La Diabla doing it. The outlaw was the only one who truly dominated her in this manner, and she wasn’t even here. It was her mother and a soldier. She tried to move her legs a little, hoping to swing them around and maybe knock them away. “GET AWAY HEHEHEHEHE FROM MEEEE!!!!” she squealed.
Rosa saw the legs starting to move around and knew what Priscilla was trying to do. It was the same thing that Sylvia was doing when she was tied up on the table. She smiled because she had a feeling, she knew how to make this woman stop moving her legs so much and give the perfect threat. She leaned her head closer to Priscilla and smiled. “If I were you, I would stop moving my legs. You know why? Because it makes me look at your boots. It makes me want to take your boots off. Once your boots are off, then your feet will be exposed. If there is one thing I really love about a ticklish woman such as yourself is that the feet are usually a nice target. Want me to explore your feet?” she taunted.
Priscilla’s eyes went large when she heard that threat towards her feet. She definitely did not want that to happen, and she stopped moving her legs. She did not want to go down that path because it would be hell on earth for her. “HAHAHAHA LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!” she simply yelled in response.
Isabel was very amused by Priscilla’s response to Rosa’s question. She thought about what Priscilla and her minions did to her feet. It was horrible and it really traumatized her. The thought of getting revenge against this woman and her feet sounded even more exciting. She kept thinking about all the pain this woman caused. She kept thinking about how she suffered twice. She was tortured and humiliated sexually. She also saw how much emotional trauma her daughter was in. The more and more she thought about it, the more she got angry. She was having fun at the moment but thought that perhaps she needed to be more ruthless. She wanted Priscilla to suffer. She wanted her screaming, just like the blond woman made her scream in ticklish agony. She looked at the exposed ribs and then applied her hands onto the ribcage and started to press into them trying to find the worst ticklish spots. “We are NOT going to leave you alone! You know what? We were too kind to you. I think you really need to…….suffer!” she yelled out.
Priscilla exploded in laughter when she felt those hands now squeezing and pressing into her ribs. That was always a very responsive area, and she couldn’t hold back. The aggressive nature of the tickling let her know that Isabel was getting more intense. That did not bode well for her because the earlier tickling was annoying and it bothered her, but it wasn’t quite torturous yet. Now that the hands were attacking her ribs, she could not hold back anymore. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WHAT ARE YOU DOING? THAT TICKLES!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA STOP IT NOW!!!” she screamed.
Rosa was surprised by the level of aggression that Isabel was showing at the moment. She knew the woman had to be getting angry and her thirst for revenge was really coming out now. She continued to play with Priscilla’s neck and ears and wanted to watch just how dangerous the mother of the outlaw could be. It made her wonder if Isabel taught La Diabla this torture method to begin with. She could see her hands really moving on those ribs and she shuddered a little. Her own ribs were highly ticklish and could understand the hell Priscilla was feeling right now. She looked at the face and saw the agony written all over it. She made eye contact with Priscilla and winked. “hehehe I bet that really tickles!” she teased.
Isabel felt her anger rising and loved the sound of that laughter. It was time to push this woman and make her suffer. Her hands probed the ribs and found a sweet spot on the lower ends of the ribs. That made the body start to jerk around and she loved it. She then decided to help hold Priscilla down. She paused her ribs tickling for a moment and then climbed on top of the table and straddled the upper thighs. She had her knees bent, with her feet sticking out behind her and she used her weight to hold the body down. Now, Priscilla wouldn’t be able to squirm away. She saw the criminal woman gasping for breath and she looked at Rosa. She smiled at her, then interlocked her fingers so she could crack her knuckles. It was torture time. “Look at me. I said LOOK AT ME!!!!” she yelled towards Priscilla.
Priscilla felt a wave of relief over her body when the rib tickling stopped. She started to take air into her lungs and needed a break. She was already still sore from the fight she was in with the outlaw and now she was getting weaker from the tickling. She felt something sitting on her and she saw that Isabel had climbed on top of her and sat on her legs. She noticed she was sitting close to the knees, which prevented her from planting her feet to gain leverage. The feeling of being trapped grew within her and she felt really nervous. Then she heard that loud voice of Isabel and looked up at her. She could see that anger in her face and knew this was not going to go well. “Please….let me go. You made your point.” she told her.
Isabel could tell her tickling so far bothered Priscilla. She could hear her trying to breathe and this surge of power flowed through her. Now it was time to make this woman scream. She wanted no mercy. She wanted to punish her. “You deserve this…….bitch.” she said in a calm tone, then put her hands on the exposed ribs and started to press into them.
“WHAT THE HELL?????!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP!!! STOP!!!!” Priscilla screamed as she felt those fingers now pushing and poking into her ribs. The hands were much stronger than she thought, and they were finding those places on her ribs that sent powerful ticklish shockwaves throughout her body. She tried to thrash her body around, but she couldn’t move her legs and with the hands on her ribs, she couldn’t move her torso too far. She couldn’t even hold in her laughter and saw that look of determination on Isabel’s face.
Rosa was surprised by the aggressiveness of Isabel. She saw her climb on top of the table and started tickling Priscilla. She watched her fingers pressed into the crevices between the ribs. That seemed to get a very good reaction from Priscilla, and she couldn’t help but smile. She wanted to let her get all her emotions out. She wanted Isabel to make this woman suffer for all the trouble she caused. It made her think of what she did to Sylvia. It was fun torturing her and now the mother of La Diabla was about to have that same feeling. “Hehehe she sure is ticklish. I am kind of surprised.” she laughed.
“Yes, she is. She is going to laugh for a while.” Isabel said when she glanced over at Rosa. She then turned her eyes back to the ribs and moved her fingers to the sides of the ribs and that produced a very loud squeal of ticklish laughter. She looked at Priscilla’s face and could see the agony written all over it. It felt good to torment her. It felt good to see her laughing uncontrollably. She pressed with a little more pressure to get her to squeal again and again and again. “Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. Just you and me. You are going to be tickled. I am going to embarrass you.” she told her in a calm voice.
Priscilla could barely hear Isabel’s words as those strong fingers kept finding those sensitive areas on her ribs. She wished she could protect them, but with her arms pinned to her sides, there was no way to protect herself. She closed her eyes for a moment and just let her laughter out. When the fingers pushed into the spots between her ribs near her breasts, that sent an intense shockwave throughout her entire body. She started to feel her body temperature rising and knew she had to get out of this, or she would truly suffer. She opened her eyes and saw Isabel looking right at her. She didn’t see a look of joy. She saw a look of vindictiveness and had a feeling this woman was turning into her daughter. It was the same look La Diabla gave her when she tortured her. She hoped that she would give her mercy. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP THIS PLEASE!!!! HAHAHAHAHA TOO MUCH!!! THIS IS TOO MUCH!!!!” she screamed.
“It is never too much. You deserve this. You deserve a LOT more. I think you need to suffer for your sins. You embarrassed me, Priscilla. You had me strapped down and you TORTURED me. Remember that? Remember how you treated me? HUH?” Isabel shouted back at Priscilla. She was starting to really let her emotions out as she recalled her own torture at the hands of this woman. She was viciously tickled and even forced to say things she did not want to say. The goal of Priscilla was to break her and humiliate her. Now, the more she tickled this evil woman, the more of that trauma started to come out. She wanted to see Priscilla truly suffer.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP!!!! PLEASE STOP!!!! MERCY!!!! MERCY!!!!” Priscilla screamed as the fingers continued to probe, press and tickle her ribs. She was feeling more and more ticklish as this went on and hoped that this woman was nothing like her daughter and would give her some mercy. She heard Isabel’s questions but was laughing too hard to respond. She looked over at Rosa, who seemed to be amused by everything. “HAHAHAHA HELP ME!!!! GET HER OFF OF ME!!!” she pleaded.
Rosa was truly enjoying herself as she watched Isabel really going after those ribs. She also loved listening to Priscilla’s laughter. It was a distinct sound. When she laughed really hard, it was more of a higher pitch. She saw her head move around and her body convulsing was fun to see. She could also hear that emotion coming out of Isabel. She understood that feeling. She knew it very well because she did the same thing, ironically to Isabel’s daughter. It was something Isabel needed. She needed to get that trauma out of her and make the person who caused it to regret it. She heard Priscilla pleading for her to help her and she smiled. “You want me to help you? That’s not happening. Hell, I want to join if I am being honest with you. You truly deserve this.” she told her.
Isabel had a small smile on her face when she heard Rosa telling Priscilla that she would not be helped. It allowed her to continue to make Priscilla scream. She saw Priscilla’s eyes when she was told that Rosa would not help her and she loved it. She could keep torturing Priscilla without any interference. She then moved her fingers towards the lower sides, near the hips. She found that area very responsive and gave some gentle squeezes there. She was rewarded with a very strong laugh, and she felt good. “Oooh! Is that a spot?” she teased.
“NOT THERE!!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Priscilla screamed when she felt those squeezes on her sides. She was always sensitive there and there were times when Julio would do that to her. It was a playful interaction between her and her husband, but this was far different. The squeezes were very firm and sent very intense ticklish shockwaves throughout her entire body. She really felt that urge to beg because it was getting to be a little too much for her. There was no break so far. She had her ribs tickled, and now her sides were getting squeezed.
“I guess it is. hehehe” Isabel giggled as she heard that response. Priscilla was a thin woman, but there was enough flesh for her to grab onto and do some gentle squeezing. She remembered when she was tickled there and how it drove her crazy. She looked at Priscilla’s mouth and it was wide open and that high pitched laughter was coming out of it. She could see the woman’s white teeth and felt this surge of satisfaction flowing through her body. She thought it would be fun to taunt her, and she grinned at it. “Awwww…..someone is like a ticklish little baby! Listen to the baby! She is so ticklish! Hehehe come on, keep laughing little baby. You are soooo cute!” she taunted.
Priscilla heard those taunts, and it angered her. Now she was being called a baby, and she hated it. Her laughter was being forced out of her because she was being tickled, not because she was some child. She looked at Isabel’s face and saw that look a mother would give to a baby. That silly grin. The way the eyes would light up. That teasing tone of the voice. She really hated that, and she had to lash out. “HAHAHAHAHAHA DON’T CALL ME A BABY YOU BITCH!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA I WILL GET YOU FOR THAT!!!” she laughed.
Isabel stopped her tickling and folded her arms. She heard that insult and it angered her. It was something she wanted to hear because now she could truly become vicious in her attacks. This woman was never going to change, and she was going to make her suffer. “Did you just call me a bitch? Are you serious? DID YOU JUST CALL ME A BITCH???!!!” she asked angrily.
Priscilla felt relief that the tickling had finally stopped. She felt her lungs starting to burn and she felt those post tickling tingles in her body. She took in huge gasps of air and tried to relax her body. She heard what Isabel said, and she realized her error. She was still very fearful that this woman could call back the outlaw and her life would be in danger. Her eyes went wide, and she felt the urge to panic. “I-I didn’t mean it! It just came out!” she told her.
“I think you DID mean it! You think I am a bitch, huh? Perhaps I should bring back Salem. I am the woman who saved your life, and I am the bitch? You sure are a stupid one. Rosa, can you get Salem for me please? Perhaps I should let…..LA DIABLA….make a return to this woman.” Isabel threatened. She didn’t really want her daughter to return, but she wanted to use that threat to make Priscilla fear for her life.
“Sure thing. I know exactly where she is. I am sure she wouldn’t mind coming back. When she does, I think she and Priscilla should be left alone to work out their problems together.” Rosa said and nodded her head. She had a feeling that Isabel was using the threat of La Diabla to keep Priscilla in line and wanted to go along with it. She knew it was a ruse because if she really wanted to kill Priscilla, she would have never made that emotional plea to the outlaw. She looked at Priscilla and could see the fear in her eyes. “You are one stupid bitch. Well, best of luck to you.” she told her and started to walk away.
“WAIT!!!! WAIT!!!! I’M SORRY!!! IT JUST CAME OUT AS AN ACCIDENT!!! DO NOT BRING HER BACK!!! PLEASE!!!” Priscilla screamed as she saw Rosa starting to walk away. The last thing she wanted was to bring back a very emotional and unstable La Diabla be alone with her. Her mind flashbacked to that gun being pointed at her head. She knew how serious the outlaw was and if it wasn’t for Isabel, she would be dead right now. She did not want to be in that moment ever again because Isabel was now angry with her.
“You better apologize. I can’t believe you called me a bitch. You are one stupid woman. Rosa, you can come back. We will let her slide for now.” Isabel said. She looked at Priscilla and she saw just how scared Priscilla was of her daughter at this point. Even though she made it a threat, she knew she could not leave her daughter anywhere near Priscilla. It took a heartfelt plea to get her from committing an execution and did not want to tempt fate. Now that she knew Priscilla was scared to her core, she would use it against her to keep torturing her. “Now, apologize to me. Say, I’m sorry Senora Veracruz….” she requested.
Priscilla felt ashamed when she heard that request. She was terrified of La Diabla returning and now had to make nice with her mother. She never wanted to be submissive to anyone, but she valued her life even more. She looked at Isabel and she had that look of someone who was in control. She hated herself, but she felt she had no other choice. “I’m sorry, Senora Veracruz.” she said in a humble tone.
“That’s better. You better had apologized! Now, where were we?” Isabel said with an evil smirk on her face. She loved the fact that she had control of Priscilla. Using her daughter’s name was going to be an effective tool to torture this woman. She then placed her fingers back on the ribs and started to tickle them once again. She moved them up and down the ribcage and heard Priscilla immediately break out in laughter. She loved doing this. The longer it went on, the more powerful she felt. She had this woman under her control and wanted to punish her. She smiled thinking about using those words again, and to see if Priscilla learned her lesson. “Look at the cute little baby! Hehehehehe she has tickly ribs! Kirtchy kitchy koo! I tickle you!!!” she joked.
Priscilla heard the baby talk once again and wanted to cuss out Isabel. She was being embarrassed and ridiculed and that really bothered her ego. But she did not want to incur Isabel’s wrath, so she had to endure it. She heard her being called a baby over and over again and the tickling was getting worse. She knew she would be in deep trouble if this did not stop. Her body was getting tired, and she knew from experience once that happens, her suffering would only increase. She let out her laughter and really wished she could curse Isabel. She started to think about if she ever got out of this, she would get her revenge one day. She had tortured Isabel and breaking her again would be satisfying. She just had to do it when the outlaw was not around. Then she felt a really tender squeeze in the mid area of her ribs and that was a very delicate spot. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU GOT TO STOP!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE STOP THIS AT ONCE!!!” she laughed.
“Nope. Why should I? Baby likes being tickled. I love the sound of her cute little laugh. Kitchy kitchy koo!! Hehehehe tickle tickle tickle!” Isabel continued to tease in a baby talk way. She loved feeling the body squirming under her touch. The thrill of tickling someone became addictive, and she wondered who else she could tickle. She thought about her friends and wondered if she could sneak in tickles on them. That would be a lot of fun. She saw the ticklish agony increasing on Priscilla’s face and she kept going.
Rosa was really enjoying the interaction between these two. She thought it was really cute listening to Isabel mocking Priscilla and calling her a baby. She knew that had to bother the criminal woman. She knew her ego was very large, so to be reduced to a crying little girl had to affect her. She saw the gleam in Isabel’s eyes and knew she was truly starting to enjoy all of this. She was growing fond of Isabel and could tell she was a nice, caring and charismatic woman. She hoped to have a normal conversation with her after all of this was over. She giggled to herself when she heard another high-pitched squeal coming from Priscilla’s mouth when Isabel had squeezed the ribs close to the chest area. She had found a really good spot and was impressed with the tickling abilities. “You are getting her really good. Hehehehe I don’t think anyone ever heard her scream like this before. Who would have ever thought that Priscilla Montenegro would be a ticklish little baby….” she taunted.
Priscilla heard Rosa now mocking her and calling her a baby. Now this was starting to be really embarrassing, and she just couldn’t do anything but laugh. The rib tickling was wearing her down and all she wanted to do was escape from it. She then felt the fingers leaving her ribs and they went right back to her sides. Before she could even get a break, she felt the hands on her hip bones and sheer panic came out from her lips. “NO!!!! LET GO OF ME!! I COMMAND YOU!!!! LET GO OF ME!!!!” she screamed as the hands rested on those spots.
“You command me? Hehehe how cute. Baby thinks she is in charge. What’s the matter, little girl? Can’t handle a little……squeeze?” Isabel mocked, then started to squeeze the hipbones. She remembered when her own were squeezed and it produced an intense ticklish feeling throughout her entire body. Now it was time to do the same to Priscilla. She squeezed those hips and felt the body immediately tense up and now she heard a horrific and powerful laugh. “Hahaha how cute!” she smiled.
“AAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOOO!!!! STOP!!!! PLEASE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP!!!!” Priscilla screamed when she felt those squeezes on her hipbones. That sensation rocked her, and she wasn’t ready to handle that kind of intensity. She was losing her strength, and her lungs were burning. She could feel how hot her face was and now she was getting into that ticklish agony where her body wouldn’t be able to withstand this kind of torture that much longer. She tried to thrash her body around, doing anything she could to dislodge Isabel, but it wasn’t working. With the woman sitting on her legs, she couldn’t gain any leverage to knock her off. She was taller than both women but still could not move at all. The squeezes were pulsating within her and she was in sheer agony. She closed her eyes and just let her laughter out. She was in deep ticklish trouble and there was nothing she could do.
“Look at her laugh! Awwww…..for such an evil bitch, she is soooooooo cute when she laughs! Maybe you should stop being evil. You are a pretty woman, but your pure black heart makes you so ugly! If you learn to let love inside, and keep laughing like you are now, then perhaps your life wouldn’t be so miserable.” Isabel told her. She wanted to keep breaking down Priscilla’s ego. She wanted to make her remember this moment forever. She really hated this woman, but in a sense, felt bad for her. She didn’t think Priscilla truly felt love. She was devoid of it and hoped one day this woman could have compassion within her. It would also prolong her life and make it happier.
Rosa heard what Isabel said, and it made her wonder. Could someone as cold and evil as Priscilla change? She doubted it but then she remembered La Diabla. She knew that woman was cold hearted and cruel. The acts she committed during her tenure with El Guapo’s gang were in fact very evil. But she also saw some compassion and love within her. This entire ordeal showed her that La Diabla was capable of love. She really saw the love for Isabel. She also saw some compassion towards Darby. Things started to make sense to her. Darby was always hesitant to blame La Diabla from the sex trafficking ring. She had a feeling that they knew each other in secret and were friends. She remembered La Diabla even saying that she loved Darby and the others when she was threatening to kill Priscilla. Darby was the most noble woman she ever met and if she was friends with La Diabla, that meant the outlaw was not that same woman she knew. Rosa wondered if she and La Diabla could ever become friends. It was really strange thinking of that possibility, but being around Isabel, witnessing what happened and knowing Darby was ok with it, the possibility was there. She then lost her concentration when she heard another ticklish shriek coming from Priscilla. That woman was going through a lot at the moment, and she felt really good about it. “You are not kidding. She really IS a ticklish little baby. Such a cute laugh. Maybe she should stop being evil and like you said, let love inside.” she teased.
Priscilla heard both women talking about her and she hated it. The tickling was relentless and driving her crazy. Hearing them talk about love bothered her. She loved her husband very much and that was genuine love. She didn’t like others and for them to tell her to be weak like them seeped into her ego. She craved money and power and now she was seeking revenge if she lived past all of this. Then she felt the fingers leaving her sides and a rush of relief flowed over her. She started to gasp for air and felt beads of sweat trickling down her face. “You have to……hehehee…..stop torturing me…… just let me go.” she wheezed.
“Oh, you think we are through? I am not done with you, ticklish baby.” Isabel teased. She saw Priscilla’s face becoming a mess and she felt like she should punish her more. She wanted Priscilla to suffer as much as possible. She wanted to puncture that ego once and for all. She thought about her own humiliation from this woman and now it was time to return the favor. She looked at the heaving chest and knew Priscilla’s lungs had to be burning. She had to be desperate for air. It was time to keep pushing but before she tickled her again, she wanted to embarrass her. A thought came to her mind, and she hoped Rosa wouldn’t mind what she had in store. “Rosa? I am going to embarrass her right now. I hope you don’t mind, or think I am going too far.” she told the soldier.
“Isabel, do what you must do. I don’t mind. She could use a little humility. What do you have in mind?” Rosa asked. She could see a gleam in Isabel’s eyes and was curious about how she wanted to embarrass the exhausted blond woman.
“When she had me captive, she thoroughly humiliated me. I love life. I love to smile and dance and sing. I am very outgoing, but I have some shyness about myself. I have modesty and dignity. This woman took that away from me. Now, I return the favor…..” Isabel responded. She then looked at Priscilla’s bra and wanted to take it off. She wanted to expose the breasts and make her feel just as ashamed as she was when her chest was exposed. She reached forward and then underneath Priscilla’s body. She had found the bra clasp and got it done quickly. Since Priscilla was too focused on breathing and recovering from that ticklish assault, it made it easier for her to do this. Once she got it undone, she then placed her hands on the edges of the bra cups. She started to slowly pull them up and upwards towards the head. It was time to see Priscilla’s breasts and she really looked forward to seeing what they looked like. “What do we have under here?” she asked teasingly.
Priscilla continued to breathe hard and did her best to recover. She was feeling extra sensitive and prayed the torture would stop soon, or it would get worse. After torturing so many women like this, she knew the tickling would get worse over time. She did not want to suffer anymore. Then her eyes popped wide open when she felt the cups of her bra lifting up! The realization that her breasts were about to be exposed produced great panic within her and she was in shock. “W-What are you doing? Let go of that! DON’T YOU DARE!!!!! ISABEL, DON’T YOU DARE!!!!” she screamed.
Isabel smiled when she heard those words because it meant that Priscilla wasn’t the type to go around flashing her breasts to everyone. She had some modesty about herself, so taking the bra off the breasts would surely puncture her ego. She saw the panic and heard those desperate pleas. She felt really good inside that she was about to humiliate her. She pushed the cups off the chest and the bra now rested near Priscilla’s collarbones. The naked breasts were exposed, and she gasped. She hated Priscilla, but she was impressed with her breasts. They were a size C with a very nice curve and roundness to them. The small nipples had that light pink color on them and they looked really nice. She could see Priscilla blushing and that made her feel very powerful. “Wow!! Priscilla Montenegro! You have BEAUTIFUL BREASTS!!! Look at them! Impressive. Very impressive!” she grinned.
Rosa was stunned as she witnessed what happened. Isabel had just pulled up Priscilla’s bra off her chest and now her breasts were exposed. She could see those large breasts and was impressed. They looked like they were in great shape and those pink nipples looked amazing. This was an amazing moment, and it also made her realize that Isabel had some outlaw tendencies herself. She was trying to humiliate Priscilla, and this would definitely do it. “Wow, those are very nice. I mean, those are some really nice-looking tits. Priscilla, you should be proud.” she said as her eyes continued to stare at the mounds.
Priscilla felt mortified as her breasts were exposed and both women were looking at them. She was always proud of her chest and loved showing them off to her husband. Now, they were looking at them to embarrass her and her face turned red with shame. She saw the look of joy in their eyes and it really bothered her. She felt even more helpless and wondered what else they were going to do to her to further humiliate her. “I-I can’t believe you are looking at my breasts….” she said meekly.
“Of course I am looking at your breasts. Remember when you looked at mine? Remember the comments you made when you saw them? You have no idea just how embarrassing that was for me. You really hurt me at that moment, so it is only fitting that I see yours. They are really nice. I like the color of your nipples.” Isabel told her. She remembered that moment when her own breasts were stripped naked in front of Priscilla, Pilar and Maria. It was very humiliating, and they were cooing and making comments about her mounds. Seeing Priscilla feeling embarrassed right now felt really good inside and she started to feel a little vindictive. She remembered what else they did to her breasts and now it was time to do the same to Priscilla.
Rosa heard Isabel’s words, and her heart went out to her. It appeared that during captivity, Priscilla had exposed Isabel’s breasts, which had to humiliate the woman. She understood what that was like because her own breasts had been exposed before during a torture session, ironically by the daughter of the same woman humiliating Priscilla. She knew Priscilla must have felt ashamed and it gave her some delight. The criminal woman definitely deserved to feel that way after all the hell she put a lot of people through. She wondered what Isabel was about to do next. “Those nipples do like really nice. It is surprising that a bitch like her has nice features.” she grinned.
“I know, right? Well, let’s see if they are responsive to touch. Like mine are. You discovered that, right? You probably did it to me because you know how it feels…..” Isabel said in a sadistic tone. She started to feel that anger within her and she really wanted to make Priscilla rue the day she ever messed with her. It had been a long time since she played with another woman’s nipples. She reached her right hand forward and gently touched the left nipple. She heard that gasp from Priscilla and it made her smile. She could see the look of shock on Priscilla’s face and knew she had this woman right where she wanted her. She used her thumb and index finger to gently rub, pull and squeeze the bud. An idea came to her head, and she felt a thrill in her body. She started to have an evil giggle and tried to control herself. There were moments of her own past that started to come out and she had to be careful. “Doesn’t this feel good?” she asked in a soft voice.
Priscilla was still in a state of shock that her breasts were exposed. Now, that mature woman was touching her left nipple and she didn’t know what to say or how to react. It was unbelievable that she was in this position. She was near death, and now her body was being played with. She also felt her nipples stiffening and that really concerned her. It was as though Isabel was very much like her daughter. She knew how to sexually tease another woman and if that was the case, she knew she was in a lot of trouble. “Stop doing that. Please stop touching my nipple.” she said in shock.
“Why should I? You played with mine. Isn’t it fair that I play with yours? I like pretty nipples. I hate you with every fiber of my being, but I can still admit you have some very pretty nipples.” Isabel teased as she continued to play with the bud. She noticed the nipples were getting stiff and her revenge plan was really starting to take effect. She wanted to get Priscilla aroused and then really torment her. She remembered how it happened to her and now she was going to pay this woman back in the same way.
Rosa didn’t know what to say. She saw how Isabel was playing with that pink nipple, and her mind was in a whirlwind. She thought what Isabel was doing was justified, and it was also very erotic. Her own nipples were once played with like that, and she knew what it could do to a woman’s body in this situation. She still felt bad for Isabel for having to go through this kind of misery. Priscilla must have really tormented her, and it was all coming out now. She wondered how far Isabel was going to go with Priscilla. She decided she would let her go as far as she wanted, as long as she didn’t try to kill the evil woman. “Is it getting hot in here?” she joked.
Priscilla looked over at Rosa and could tell she was amused by all of this. She then felt her nipple get squeezed and she winced. Then the other hand of Isabel started to touch her right nipple. That gave her a bigger reaction because her nipples were already feeling sensitive. They were both getting to be rock hard and she feared the worst. She was going to get aroused, and Isabel was going to torture her. She started to try and move her chest around, which made her large mammaries shake around. “Leave me alone! Stop touching me!” she yelled out.
“Look at those tits shake! Hehehehe Maybe you should become an exotic dancer! You have some really nice breasts. I bet you show them off to your gang, don’t you?” Isabel taunted. The urge to further embarrass her prisoner grew and she wanted to embarrass her the same way she was. She then thought of a fun idea. It happened to her, and now it was going to happen to Priscilla. “Hey, since you like to shake your tits around, let me help with that. I want to hear your giggle too.” she said, then started to flutter her fingers on the undersides of the breasts.
“Heheheheheeh HEY!!!! DON’T DO THAT! DON’T YOU DARE…..” Priscilla yelled out, then stopped herself because she did not want to say the word. She felt those fingers tickling the undersides of her breasts and it already started to drive her crazy. She was always sensitive there and La Diabla always took great joy in tormenting her there. Now her mother was doing it, and it wasn’t any better. She shook her chest around and even though she knew it was being done to embarrass her, she had no choice because it tickled a lot.
“Don’t I dare do what? Were you going to say…….tickle? hehehe” Isabel teased and the moved her fingers faster on that very delicate skin. She knew how torturous this kind of tickling could be and now that Priscilla was experiencing it, she really felt good inside. She loved the way the blond woman was shaking her chest around, desperately trying to avoid her tickling fingers. She wanted to keep punishing her and making her squeal. She wanted to make sure this woman never forgets this, and she started to use the tips of her nails. That produced a loud, ticklish shriek and she loved it. “Oooh!!! Someone is REALLY ticklish on her breasts! Tickle tickle tickle!” she smiled.
Rosa watched Isabel’s fingers tickle those breasts and she was very amused. She also felt a tingle of arousal because those breasts were swaying wildly. She could see the ticklish agony all over Priscilla’s face and knew that woman had to be suffering. It was fun watching all of this unfolding. She wanted to help Isabel torture Priscilla, but at this moment, she wanted the wonderful woman to have some revenge. She still wanted to help with Priscilla’s feet because she wanted to slip her fingers between the toes and make this woman lose her mind. She licked her lips thinking about that and enjoying the visual in front of her. Those pink nipples were very stiff and that laughter from Priscilla was very enjoyable. “Hehehe I hate to admit this, but her laughter is very cute.” she teased.
Priscilla felt those nails on her breasts, and she lost it. The feeling was growing more intense, and she was getting desperate. She did not want this to keep happening and had no idea how to escape. Her arms were helplessly to her sides, and her chest was completely exposed and vulnerable to being tickled. She closed her eyes and imagined how she must have looked. She was being tormented by a woman that was much older than her and there was nothing she could do about it. She opened her eyes and looked over at Rosa. She had to try and get the soldier to help her. “HAHAHAHAHA HELP ME!!! MAKE HER STOP!!! MAKE HER STOP!!!!” she yelled.
“Why should I? You deserve this. I like watching her tickle your tits. You should just lie there and enjoy every moment of it. hehehe” Rosa teased. She loved that desperate look on Priscilla’s face. Seeing this woman being brought down to earth was a rewarding feeling. She wondered what future repercussions there would be because the Montenegro gang would not like their queen to be captured. She put that thought away for the moment and wanted to enjoy Priscilla’s ticklish misery.
Isabel loved the way those breasts were shaking. She loved the way the nipples were swinging around, and her idea of revenge really started to take hold in her mind. Her excitement grew because she wanted to torment Priscilla’s mind in many different ways. She then slowed down her breast tickling and felt the urge to just make this woman pay. She slowly moved her hands away from the mounds. She then folded her arms and wanted to let Priscilla breathe for a moment. She wanted her to be coherent enough for her next move. She saw her gasping for air, and her face was flushed. She could see how sweaty she was becoming, and it felt good inside knowing she was causing her some misery. She looked over at Rosa, who seemed to be really enjoying this moment and winked at her. Then she looked back at Priscilla and after a few moments, it was time to address her. “Doing, ok?” she joked.
Priscilla could still feel all those tingles throughout her body even though the tickling had stopped. She felt her lungs burning and her body was hot, but what really got to her was how embarrassed she really was. Isabel was systematically breaking her down and desperation within her body was growing. She did not want to keep getting tickled. She hated being in this position and had to resort to begging. She was always a very proud woman, and these torture moments always made her miserable emotionally. It happened twice before with La Diabla. The last time she was tortured by the outlaw, it was the worst experience of her life. The outlaw had tormented her everywhere. She was forced to apologize to Cheyenne, and she feared that she was going to get shot between her legs. That broke her ego, and it took a very long time for her to heal emotionally and mentally over that moment. Now, she was helpless again and those memories were coming back. She could feel that misery she felt, and it really bothered her. She needed this torture to stop, or all that emotional trauma would return full force. “Isabel, please, you have to stop this. You already made your point. You already humiliated me. You got your revenge. PLEASE STOP!!!! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?” she yelled in frustration.
“What do I want from you? Hmmmmm…..good question. Well, for starters, a simple apology would be a good start.” Isabel said, looking at the woman as though she was scolding a child.
Priscilla looked at Isabel in shock. She wanted an apology. That really brought back memories of that torment in Santa Selena. She still hated Cheyenne and her cuteness and still hated that she had to apologize to her. Now, she was forced to apologize again, and she really hated doing that. Even when she was at fault, she never liked doing it. She could see the gleam in Isabel’s eyes and knew more torture would be coming if she refused. “An apology? Will you stop tormenting me if I do it?” she asked.
“It would be a nice start. So, are you going to apologize to me or what? Or should I play with these nipples of yours again?” Isabel teased. She loved the way Priscilla was displaying fear. She had her right where she wanted and relished the moment.
“I already apologized. Come on, Isabel. You have gone far enough already. Just let meeeeeeeeeeee hahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP!!!!!” Priscilla screamed as she felt those fingers on the undersides of her breasts again. It was more aggressive, and she couldn’t hold back. She saw that wicked look in Isabel’s eyes and this woman was truly trying to torture her. She really did not want to travel down that road and apologize. Irt would make her feel weak and helpless and she just couldn’t bring herself to doing it.
Rosa giggled to herself when she saw Isabel tickling Priscilla’s breasts again. She was really starting to enjoy the way the mother of La Diabla was torturing her victim. She liked her aggressive style and if she made Priscilla apologize, it would be a major win. Priscilla was definitely a ticklish woman. There was no doubt that her body was very responsive. That started to make her wonder about the feet. Would this woman be really ticklish on her feet. So far, every criminal she encountered on this journey had some ticklish feet, including a trained assassin. The thought of Priscilla howling in laughter got her excited and she decided to help influence Isabel. “Hehehe she sure is ticklish on her tits. She could just apologize but she refused. Not very smart. But I think I know of a way to get her to apologize. I think I know a weak spot she surely must have.” she told her.
Isabel heard Rosa’s voice and looked over at her. She could see the smile on the soldier’s face and loved it. She kept tickling the undersides of the breasts and really enjoyed listening to Priscilla laugh. She was destroying the woman slowly and it felt really good to get some revenge. She heard her talking about a weak spot and was curious as to what Rosa was thinking. “A weak spot, huh? Where do you think her weak spot is? I found some good ones already. There is another?” she asked with a wink.
“Well……my guess is this woman might have some very……ticklish…..feet. hehehehe I can just sense it. I bet her feet are sensitive to touch. That is usually a woman’s weakness, is it not?” Rosa said with a smirk on her face. She loved the idea of tickling Priscilla’s feet, and she wanted to do the toe torture technique and really break this woman.
“Ooooh!!!! You’re right! I bet her feet are really ticklish! Everywhere else seems to be and I bet hers are no different.” Isabel said with a gleam in her eyes. She slowed down her breast tickling and looked at Priscilla’s tickle-worn face. She saw that sweat really starting to come out and saw her gasping for air. The skin was still red from all the stress, and she knew she could continue to punish her. “Priscilla…..look at me.” she told her.
Priscilla looked up and saw Isabel’s face. She saw that look of dominance, and it really bothered her. She hated being a victim and she was helpless at the moment. The breast tickling really drove her crazy and she really hated that her nipples were still very hard. Now, her tormentor seemed to be happy about something which meant it was not going to be good for her. “What? Are you going to let me go now?” she asked.
“Hehehehe you silly woman, of course not. I am not done with you yet. I want to see if you remember something. When you had me tied down to this table and you tortured me, do you remember what happened when you got to my feet? Remember how much you and those other bitches had fun with them? Do you remember how much torture I went through? It was horrible. I never laughed so hard, and you and they just kept going after my feet. I am very ticklish there. Remember?” Isabel teased. She started to have flashbacks when Priscilla and her minions tickle tortured her feet. They drove her absolutely crazy, and it really broke her down. The thrill of returning the favor got stronger and she wanted to make sure Priscilla felt it.
Priscilla’s eyes went wide when she heard those questions. She did remember tormenting the feet of Isabel. It was a lot of fun for her and her associates. She loved the way the feet were. They were designed like La Diabla’s with the high arch. The feet were very ticklish, and she knew they really tortured her. Now she knew they were about to go after her own feet. That fear hit her like a ton of bricks, and she started to panic. She definitely did not want her own feet touched. “NO!!!! Y-You wouldn’t?!” she yelled out.
“Wouldn’t what? You sound kind of nervous there, Priscilla. I am simply asking if you remember what you did to my feet.” Isabel smiled. She knew Priscilla was in deep fear and that really gave her a thrill. It meant that this woman’s feet were probably going to be extremely ticklish. “I think I should do the same to yours…..” she threatened.
“NO!!!! ISABEL!!!! Look, you got me back. You got me back good! There is no need to torture me. Listen, you are not like your daughter, right? I mean, you wouldn’t be evil like her and just torture someone. You are better than that! I have learned my lesson. You win!” Priscilla frantically begged. She did not want her feet touched at all. After being tortured already, if they touched her feet, she would lose it because she was already tired.
“You must be the stupidest woman ever. Did you really just insult Salem like that in front of me? My daughter is not evil. She is not YOU. My motivation for torturing you right now is partially because of what you did to me. What matters more is your hurt Salem. Her pain is MY pain. Oh yeah, I am going to make you pay. Now, let’s get those boots off of you and see what happens.” Isabel responded. She did not like Priscilla insulting her daughter. She felt anger in her body because even though the woman was near death, she still insulted her precious child. Torturing her was deserved and she looked forward to it. She looked over at Rosa and smiled. “Can you remove her boots please? I will tickle her breasts while you do it, then her feet…….are mine.” she requested.
“With pleasure!” Rosa said, then went towards the foot of the table. She could hear the passion and emotion in Isabel’s voice when she was talking about La Diabla. She knew that woman truly loved the outlaw, and it was kind of heartwarming. She knew just how much La Diabla loved her mother, and it was going to be fun to see Priscilla laugh her head off. She made it to the foot of the table and could see those black leather boots Priscilla was wearing. She could see Isabel’s back and how she was still seated on Priscilla’s tied up legs. She could also see the bottoms of Isabel’s boots and thought about what was said. Isabel had gone through horrible tickle torture, and her feet were a target. She imagined what the feet must look like and felt bad that she went through it. Her own feet were tortured before and knew how devastating it could be. Now it was time for Priscilla to experience the same fate. She grabbed a hold of the right boot by the heel and started to tug. Because Priscilla’s legs were tied and immobile due to Isabel sitting on them, the boot started to slide off with no resistance. She felt it coming off the heel and she got really excited. The feet seemed big, probably because of Priscilla’s height. She really wanted to see what they looked like and soon, the boot slipped off! She looked at the black socked foot and grinned. Looking at the shape of the foot, it was narrow, and when she looked at the empty boot, she discovered it was a size 10. “Oooooh, big feet!” she joked.
Priscilla started to giggle when she felt her breasts being softly touched again. It didn’t tickle as much because Isabel was softly running her fingertips over them, and it sent chills. She also felt a panic within herself when she felt her boot coming off. She was scared because they were going to go after her sensitive feet. She couldn’t prevent Rosa from removing the boot and once it came off, a deep sense of dread washed over her. She knew her feet were in ticklish danger, and she couldn’t stop them. “Please, Isabel! Leave my feet alone! Please don’t do this to me. It is CRUEL!” she begged.
“I know it is. You did it to me! You didn’t seem to care. In fact, you seemed to enjoy watching my feet get tickled. Just like I will do when I get my hands on your feet. You have got big feet, huh? Oh, I am really going to have a good time.” Isabel taunted. She kept getting more and more excited knowing she could truly torment Priscilla. She could hear Rosa having fun removing the boots and making jokes about Priscilla’s larger feet. She couldn’t wait to see them and have her ticklish way with them.
Rosa finished slipping off the left boot and held both boots in the air. She felt like she just got new trophies and smiled. Now, Priscilla’s socked feet were exposed and very vulnerable. She wanted to tear into the feet and have some fun, but Isabel deserved first crack at them. Plus, she could have Isabel tickle them until Priscilla lost her mind, then she would come in and go after the toes. That would surely finish the woman off and she looked forward to that moment. “Ok, her boots are off! She really does have big feet. Hehehehe” she joked.
Isabel smiled when she heard Rosa telling her the boots were off. Now it was time for her to have some fun. She slowly got off of Priscilla and off the table. She saw Priscilla immediately squirming and trying to bend her legs. She could tell how desperate she was, and she looked at Rosa. “Hey, can you sit on her while I play with her feet? She moves around too much.” she smiled.
“Sure!!! Hehehe” Rosa said, then quickly mounted the table and sat on Priscilla’s legs. She positioned herself so she could face the feet. She wanted to see Isabel tickle destroy them with a clear view. Priscilla’s upper body was behind her and even though she wouldn’t be able to see the ticklish agony all over that face, she would surely hear the desperate screaming and watching those feet flail away. “Have fun! Hehe” she giggled.
Isabel was now facing the helpless feet and could see the bottoms of those black socks. Rosa’s assessment was correct. The feet were a larger size and knowing that they were going to be hers to play with sent a tingle between her legs. She thought about tickling the feet through the socks first but decided to go after the naked feet. She was tormented on her own feet through her stockings, which were now ruined, and her bare feet. She wanted to just torture this woman with no mercy. No teasing, no delays, just pure tickle hell. She reached her hands forwards and found the top of the right sock. She started to quickly pull the sock down. She saw the light skin appearing from under the pants and she peeled the sock off the heel. A rush of excitement filled her body as she saw the skin of the heel. The skin was creamy, and she continued to peel the sock off. She saw the arch which was well defined on this narrow sole. Once the ball of the foot appeared, she got really excited. Now, it was just a matter of exposing the toes and she plucked the sock off and tossed it over her shoulder. Isabel’s eyes went wide with excitement as she saw those long toes. They were skinny but not finger like. The big toe was prominent, and the rest of the toes descended in length. She could see the pale skin on the undersides of the toes and thought the foot looked nice overall. The skin looked soft and didn’t see any visible callouses. “Hmmmmm….I am really surprised to see how pretty your foot is. Nice! I like it!” she teased.
Priscilla felt ashamed as she listened to both Rosa and Isabel talking about her feet. She started to blush when she heard them saying how pretty her foot was. She knew her feet were pretty but hated this moment. She had endured this before and knew this was not going to go well. She felt her toes being slightly pulled and it sent some ticklish sensations throughout her body. She had a lot of fear of having her feet tickled and she had to do something. “Leave my feet alone. Please. Just…..just don’t touch them and put my sock back on.” she said in a soft voice.
“Sounds like someone doesn’t want us to look at her naked feet. Heheheh well, she saw mine, so I will see hers. Let’s get this other one off so we can begin.” Isabel responded. There was a rush of excitement flowing through her because Priscilla sounded really nervous and she wasn’t screaming. That made her believe that these feet were going to be really ticklish and they could truly torture this woman. She reached for the left sock, and started to pull it downwards. She saw that pale skin again, and then the sock came off the heel. She saw that creamy skin and grinned. The more the sock came off the foot, the more excited she got. She saw that arch appearing and knew it must have been sensitive. The skin looked soft, so she would get a good response from her prisoner. Then the ball of the foot appeared and she licked her lips. She was very close to getting her revenge and she was going to truly enjoy every single moment of it. Flashbacks kept appearing in her own mind when her feet were tortured by Priscilla and her minions. They were relentless and it was something she would never forget. Now, it was this woman’s turn to experience that nightmare. Isabel plucked the sock off the toes and now, Priscilla’s feet were both bare. She saw those two narrow soles next to each other with those long toes, well defined arch and that creamy skin. They looked helpless but also looked very nice to her. It had been a while since she truly paid attention to the bottoms of a woman’s feet, but now that she was, they looked really appealing. “There we go!! Two naked feet! I sure hope you are comfortable, Priscilla, because soon you won’t be….” she warned.
Rosa saw the tops of the two naked feet, and she smiled. She wished she could see the soles, but the top view looked very nice. She saw the perfectly trimmed natural nails and could tell the toes were long. The skin on the tops of the feet looked really smooth and judging by the way Priscilla was already reacting, those feet were going to be very ticklish. She couldn’t wait until she did her toe torture method which would surely send this woman into total ticklish agony. “For such an evil bitch, she sure does have some really nice feet. Just like her tits are nice. Makes you wonder how someone so evil can have such a nice-looking body.” she teased.
Priscilla closed her eyes and felt the shame of what was happening. These women were truly humiliating her, and it bore into her soul. She was about to get tortured, and it was not going to be easy. She could tell by the tones in their voices they wanted to really make her suffer. She felt her emotions becoming overwhelming and she tried to maintain her dignity. If there was one thing she could do at this moment, it was to try and keep her dignity. Then she felt a single stroke up the sole of her right foot and her foot twitched. She felt another soft stroke, and it tickled her. Her feet were very sensitive and now they were beginning the torture. She knew an exhausted body was more susceptible to ticklish feelings and she was tired from the earlier tickling. “Listen to me! You don’t have to do this! You captured hehehe me!” she yelled and let a giggle slip out.
“Yes, we captured you. Just like you captured me. You tied me down, and you tickled me. So, stop complaining and just laugh…” Isabel said, not feeling any empathy at all for her blond enemy. She did a few quick strokes on the bottom of the right foot and could tell the skin was pretty soft. She then fluttered her fingers up the left sole and got a very nice giggle out of Priscilla. She started to feel that excitement really building up because she could make this woman truly suffer. She had ticklish feet, and it was time to make her lose her mind. She grabbed the top of the right foot with her left hand and then started to flutter her fingers on the right hand up and down the sole. They focused on the arch area, and she could feel the foot straining to get free in her hand. The left foot moved over to try and block her fingers, but she simply tickled that sole and saw it quickly move away and heard a very cute shriek coming out from Priscilla. Her excitement grew because Priscilla’s laughter was getting stronger and her fingers moved faster. She found a nice spot on the instep, and loved the reaction. “Listen to her!! Looks like a crime boss has very ticklish feet! No wonder she enjoyed tickling mine. It was because hers are even worse! Maybe she was trying to find someone more ticklish than she was! hehe” she taunted.
Rosa giggled when she heard what Isabel said. She could hear that taunting tone and loved it. She had a feeling that somehow La Diabla learned her style from her mother. She could see some of the outlaw’s tickling style coming from Isabel and she knew Priscilla was in a world of trouble. She saw the nails on the right foot barely peeking out from Isabel’s hand and could tell she had a firm grip on that foot. She could see her fingers moving and knew that Priscilla had to be really feeling them. She could hear her increasing the volume in her laughter and it sounded wonderful. It felt good knowing that Priscilla was getting her just desserts. This woman had really caused havoc on several women’s lives. She thought about poor Rocio, who was kidnapped from this town due to Priscilla’s orders, and she looked forward to bringing her back home. She thought about Isabel and how it also caused her daughter to do some evil acts. This entire experience gave her new insight, and she knew she could grow from all of it. She then heard a loud squeal, and she smiled. She looked over at Isabel and her fingers seemed to be moving very fast. “Hehehehe is she ticklish?” she asked jokingly.
“Hehehehe yes. Oh yes, she is. hahahaha” Isabel smiled back. She looked down at her hand and saw how her fingers were now in the middle of that arch. She could see them touching that soft skin and it looked amazing to her. She just loved touching this delicate skin and the reaction she was getting was mesmerizing. She wanted to find the worst spots on this foot and the arch was very reactive. She then moved her fingers to the ball of the foot. She wanted to see if the skin was tougher there, and it wasn’t. It seemed very tender. It wasn’t as tender as the arch, but it was not a rough feeling. She wondered what would happen if she used her nails and started to scrape them across the ball of the foot. She almost lost her grip on the foot and heard a loud ticklish shriek coming from Priscilla. An evil smile formed on her face, and she really loved that reaction. “Oooh!!!! Did I find a really ticklish spot? Huh? Let’s do that again!” she grinned.
Priscilla was already in agony from the tickling of her arch which was really sensitive, but when those nails hit the ball of her foot, she lost it. The way they scraped across that skin sent very intense ticklish shockwaves throughout her body and she couldn’t help but shriek in ticklish agony. She tried to pull her foot free, but Isabel had a really good grip on her foot. She felt those nails move up and down the ball of the foot surface area, moving to the inside edge, across the middle of the area and then to the outside edge. The nails were slow and deliberate, and the movement really made her suffer. Her eyes were shut tight, and she just let the laughter out because she was forced to do so. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ISABEL!!!! HAHAHAHAHA STOP!!!! PLEASE STOP!!!! HAHAHAHA IT’S TOO MUCH!!! IT TICKLES DAMMIT!!!!” she roared.
Isabel simply smiled when she heard those screams. She didn’t care Priscilla was suffering. The main thing was that she did suffer. She loved the way her fingers moved across the ball of the foot, so she did it again. Her nails went in a zig zag motion from the inside edge, across the center of the area, all the way to the outside edge. She loved the reaction, and it was hypnotic the way she was using her nails. She squeezed the foot tighter to hold it steady and then moved her nails right back down and into the arch. That really seemed to push Priscilla into another level of agony because the foot nearly came free from her grip. She chuckled to herself because there was no doubt that Priscilla’s ticklish weakness was her feet. She moved her nails directly into the center of the arch and just skittered them very quickly in that area. “Laugh Priscilla. I want you to laugh and laugh and laugh. I want you to remember how you tortured me. Remember what you did to my feet. No matter how much I begged for mercy, you gave me NONE. So, you get no mercy too. I am just going to keep tickling you until you die.” she told her in a very ruthless tone.
Priscilla heard those words, and it sent a chill down her spine. She was about to suffer a lot, and she couldn’t do anything to stop her. Rosa was still sitting on her, so she couldn’t even move. Her upper body was shaking everywhere, and her breasts were wobbling freely. None of that mattered because the nails in her arch were overwhelming her. They were relentless in the tickling, and she had no idea how she was going to survive this. She prayed that Isabel had some love in her heart and would stop it. Then she shrieked again when the nails focused on her very delicate instep. The sensation was very intense and if it wasn’t for Rosa sitting on her, she probably would have gone through the ceiling. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ISABEL!!!! HAHAHAHAHA ISABEL PLEASE!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE STOP!!!” she begged.
Rosa was mesmerized by the whole scene. The way Priscilla was laughing sent chills throughout her body. That woman was definitely in pure ticklish hell. She understood what it felt like to be in that position. La Diabla tormented her feet ruthlessly, as well as her friend, and it was such a spirit breaking feeling. Being tickled playfully was one thing, but ruthless torture was another. When Darby demonstrated that toe tickling technique on her toes, it was very intense and drove her crazy, but it was done with mercy. It was fun. When the outlaw tickled her, that was torture, and it was a much different feeling. Priscilla was experiencing that same feeling now. She also felt bad for Isabel. She noticed the mature woman kept mentioning when her feet were tickled by Priscilla. She couldn’t imagine the poor woman going through that. She knew Isabel must have truly suffered and been completely humiliated by the same woman screaming now. She also learned that Isabel had her own chest exposed and that really made her feel for her. Rosa had a sneaky feeling that perhaps Isabel was completely stripped of her clothes, which would have made her trauma all the more worse. She knew she was there to protect Priscilla from being killed, but she really wanted to see her suffer. She really wanted Isabel to get some revenge. She started to feel the urge to dish out some of the revenge herself after witnessing both mother and daughter have such deep emotional trauma from this one woman. She then looked at Isabel and smiled. “Wow, you are a really good tickler. Hehehe listen to her scream! She truly deserves this fate. When you are finished, and if I may, I would love to get some tickling on her too. I have a way to truly make her ticklish feet suffer. After what she had done to you and your daughter, I want to punish her too.” she offered.
Isabel smiled when she heard that Rosa wanted to torture Priscilla’s feet as well. She loved the idea of the blond criminal woman suffering even more. She looked at the right foot again and focused her nails on the spot where the ball of the foot met the arch. That made the foot jerk around again and she loved the squeal coming from Priscilla. She loved the feeling of control she had over the woman. She could make her scream in laughter anytime she wanted. “Such ticklish feet. I am having a lot of fun with this. The best part is, there is another foot to tickle as well.” she smiled.
Priscilla felt that nail right on that devastating spot where the ball of her foot met her arch. It forced her to let out an embarrassing squeal and she felt her body filled with more shame. She knew she had to do something, or she really was going to break. She tried to move her foot again, but Isabel’s hand had a firm grip on her foot. She saw the back of Rosa and wished she could do something to her to get her off of her. That frustrated her because her arms were pinned to her sides, and she couldn’t do anything. She then felt the nails moving faster on that spot and that made her lose her concentration. She couldn’t help but explode into more laughter and she started to panic. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP!!! WJHY WON’T YOU HAHAHAHAHAHA STOP TORTURING ME????” she laughed.
“Because you deserve this. You deserve a lot more, so you should be grateful I am just tickling you….” Isabel retorted. She stared at the helpless foot and could tell the creamy skin was starting to turn pink after all the tickle abuse she gave to this foot. She looked up at Rosa and saw her with a devious grin. She knew she was enjoying it and wondered how bad she would torture these feet. “Hey, you really want to tickle her feet?” she asked.
“Yes, I would love to do so. But I can have my fun after you are done with her. What I have planned will surely devastate her and she will rue the day she ever crossed paths with you and me.” Rosa responded. She felt a thrill streak throughout her body. The thought of her fingers going between those long toes truly excited her. She wanted to see how badly Priscilla would scream from it.
“Oh really? You got something you can do on her feet that would devastate her? I am interested in that. What do you have in mind?” Isabel asked. She could see the joy written all over Rosa’s face and wondered what she would do to make Priscilla snap.
“Hehehehe you can tickle her feet. Just leave her toes for me. I promise, she will never forget it, and neither will we.” Rosa told her with a huge smile. She winked at Isabel and wanted her to continue to torment Priscilla. She also thought that perhaps getting Priscilla on her belly would be more beneficial because the soles would be upturned and easier to tickle. “Hey, let me flip her over so the bottoms of her feet are better exposed for you to play with.” she told her.
“Ok. That sounds like fun. Good idea!” Isabel responded. She liked how into the foot torture Rosa was. It was kind of exciting, and she felt honored she was working with one of the Mexican Rurales. She watched as Rosa got off of Priscilla’s legs and once she got to the floor, she started to turn an exhausted Priscilla over onto her stomach. She helped out by grabbing the ankles and turning them over as well. Once Priscilla was on her belly, she looked at those narrow soles and they were completely vulnerable to her. She smiled because now she could get the best look on where to tickle Priscilla and drive her absolutely crazy. “Oooh!!! Thank you for the idea! Her feet are really exposed to me to torture. Good thinking!” she told her.
Priscilla felt herself getting flipped over onto her belly and she was sad that she couldn’t resist. She was getting really tired and the break from the foot tickling was something she loved. She felt her body on fire and tried to get some air back in her lungs. She also licked her lips and swallowed a few times because her mouth was getting dry. She really hoped her torture was over and then she felt weight being pressed onto her calves. She tried to look behind her and it appeared that Rosa was once again sitting down on her legs, which pinned the tops of her feet to the table. She tried to move her feet around, but now they were stuck. Fear gripped her body again and she started to try and wriggle free. It was no use, and she really started to get desperate. “Why won’t you two stop! Come on, I had enough already! You made your point.” she whined.
“Hehehe you think so? Not yet, bitch. Did you show me any mercy? Did you give me a chance to be free after you tormented my entire body? Oh no, we are not done with you yet!” Isabel replied with some anger in her voice. She looked at the naked soles and she smiled. Rosa was sitting near the ankles, so it appeared that there were a pair of soles sticking out from under her legs. Those feet were completely vulnerable, and she felt that excitement building. She looked at the left foot and decided to focus on that one. She already tormented the right one, so the other one had to go through the nightmare as well. She thought about attacking it in a soft manner but changed her mind and figured she would go after it hard. She formed her fingers into a claw and placed the tip of her nails directly on the heel of the foot. She started to skitter them in that area and the foot immediately spasmed and she heard the laughter already coming out. “That’s right, bitch. SUFFER!!!” she yelled.
Priscilla exploded in laughter when she felt those nails directly on her heel. It wasn’t as bad as other spots on her foot, but it still tickled. She shrieked in ticklish agony and tried to desperately move her feet. She realized that with Rosa sitting on her ankles, her feet were completely trapped, and she couldn’t move them. That set her off into a panic and when the nails started to move into her arch, she lost it. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH STOP!!! DON’T DO THIS TO MEEEEEEEEEEHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE NO MORE!!!!!” she laughed.
Rosa sat and watched Isabel’s nails skitter and rake all across the sole of that foot. She watched with great delight seeing them move from the heel of the foot and into the arch. She could see the nails sinking into the flesh and knew that had to be absolute torture. She could hear Priscilla’s shrill laughter and knew she had to be in deep ticklish agony. She also joked to herself that she would keep Isabel as a friend so that she wouldn’t tickle her feet like that. She saw how the nails continued to attack various parts of the foot. She could see them move horizontally on the foot, moving left to right. She saw the nails touch the instep area and heard that funny squeal coming from Priscilla’s mouth. Then she cringed a little when she saw the nails move from the instep, across the center of the arch and then off to the outside edge of the foot. She knew Priscilla was going to be finished. There was no way she was going to survive this tickling assault. She then saw the nails move to the ball of the foot and soon she heard the laughter dying down. Rosa could still feel the legs moving and wondered what was happening to Priscilla. Then it dawned on her. Priscilla was going into silent laughter. The woman was definitely breaking and the struggling slowed down as well. That made her feel good because it meant that Priscilla was finally breaking and once that happened, her toe tickling would devastate her. “Hehehe you are getting her good! She can’t even laugh properly anymore. Hahahaha You are really good at this, Isabel!” she told her.
“Why, thank you! I do want to get better at this. After what she did to me, I want to get really good in case I have to dish out punishment again. Hahaha” Isabel laughed. She slowed down her nails and pressed them a little harder into the foot flesh. She raked the nails again and she knew Pricilla was losing it. She also noticed that the woman went into silent laughter, and it reminded her when it happened to her. That was when she was most desperate. She was willing to do almost anything to stop. She wondered if Priscilla was a complete mess and she moved her nails away from that left foot. “You doing ok, bitch?” she asked.
UP NEXT: The finale!!!!
Ok fans, what did you think of this episode? I will admit, writing the scene with La Diabla and Priscilla was emotional for me. I could feel all that tension and anguish. I certainly hope you did too. ONE more chapter left! The grand finale! That chapter will be a lot of story, but after the journey these ladies went on, I have to wrap it up in a fitting, storytelling way. Thank you all for joining me on this very long journey. I hope by the time it ends, you all enjoyed the ride and the story that was told. the characters went through a lot, and I tried to convey their emotional states as best as I could. This saga is about the story. The tickling parts are of course important, but it is the "life" of these characters that I truly enjoy the most. As always, your comments are most encouraged and welcomed.
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PART 21
Sylvia was in a state of panic as she felt the finger sliding down her ass crack. When it grazed past the hole in her ass, she couldn’t help but squeal like a ticklish schoolgirl. She knew where the finger was headed, and she couldn’t stop it. That feeling of helplessness really bothered her because now she was going to suffer an embarrassing and shameful defeat. When the finger touched her perineum, she gasped and giggled in surprise. She shook her head in defiance because that finger was tickling her in some very sensitive areas and headed for the place she did not want to be touched. She felt the finger now right on the doorstep of her vagina and she started to really panic. “No! Please! Don’t you dare touch me!” she yelled.
“Eh, shut up….” Kylie retorted. She could feel the heat between Sylvia’s legs and knew she was right there. She felt the lips and the more she moved her finger, she could feel it between the lips. She was now touching the center of Sylvia’s womanhood. This was such a special moment, and she felt very powerful. She wanted to touch this woman just like she touched Vera quite often. She let her finger slip inside the heat and could feel some wetness. “Oooh! I think someone likes my finger. Hehehe” she taunted.
Sylvia felt the finger touching her most private area and she felt defeated. Now she was being teased sexually and knowing what happens to a tickle exhausted body when the pussy was touched, she knew she was done for. She felt herself getting a little emotional because Kylie was going to dominate her body sexually. There was nothing she could do physically. She had a feeling that Kylie was going to try and force her to orgasm, just like she forced that maid to cum for her. The ultimate humiliation was upon her, but the one thing she still had was her will. She was not going to beg Kylie. She was not going to try and get away. She closed her eyes and focused on having the orgasm quickly. She figured if one was going to happen, she might as well have it happen quickly. She felt the finger moving inside her and she thought about her past lovers. She wanted to think about the sexual feelings she felt during those times. She wanted to think the person touching her right now was a lover and not a conqueror. The finger moved deeper inside her and she couldn’t help but moan in pleasure. “Mmmmmmm……yes……yes…..” she cooed.
Kylie heard that soft moan and knew her finger was having an effect on Sylvia’s body. She felt very powerful. She felt herself as “Mistress Kylie” once again. She had a dangerous assassin on edge and was going to force this woman to cum her brains out. She thought about what Sylvia had said about Phoebe. How she destroyed her and wrecked her life. That was motivation enough to make this woman pay. She started to move her finger faster and faster. She then moved her hand further down and used her thumb to find the clit. She found the love button and started to manipulate it. She felt the hips grinding and knew she had gotten Sylvia into sexual heat. “That’s right, bitch. Hump my finger like the slut you are…..” she told her.
Sylvia felt the thumb touching her clit and it felt incredible. Even though she was being forced into this position, she would admit that it felt good. It had been a while since she had sex where someone else touched her. She did have a nice orgasm earlier this day when she finished torturing Darby. She was so sexually aroused from that moment that she came into this same room and masturbated herself. It was an incredible orgasm, and she knew another was going to happen. She started to think back to what happened to Darby and that got her aroused. She imagined those big, pink, soft feet and how sensitive they were. She had never seen feet like that before and now her arousal started to build. She heard Kylie’s words, and it distracted her. She did not want to be talked down like she would do to her victims. That would be too embarrassing even if she was trying to have this orgasm. “Mmmmm….mmmmm…..I….I will get you….mmmmm feels so good. I will get you back……mark…..mmmmmm….my words.” she moaned.
“I like to see you try, bitch.” Kylie said when she heard that threat against her. She could tell how aroused Sylvia was from her wetness and she wanted to push her over the edge. She moved her fingers faster and thought about how she would treat Vera in this predicament. She could feel and see the hips grinding faster and knew it was just a matter of time before she made this assassin cum.
Sylvia heard Kylie’s response, and she made a mental note. She wanted revenge against her, and she would one day get it. She went back to thinking about Darby and now that sweet, pink pussy of hers filled her mind. She loved the way Darby’s pink areas were so attractive. The more she thought about what she did to her, the more aroused she became. She felt her nipples starting to throb and now she focused on getting her orgasm. She wanted to have it so that Kylie didn’t force it out of her. It was her desire to cum. She felt those fingers really touching her in her in the right spots and the feelings of the orgasm started to build up. She concentrated harder and now she was on the verge from a strong orgasm. She just needed Kylie to keep pushing her and she could have that release. “Yes….Oh yesssssssssss…….make me cum….MAKE ME CUM!!!” she yelled out.
Kylie heard those words and knew she had finally got through to Sylvia. Now it was time to force this woman over the edge and know that she conquered her. She moved her fingers faster and applied more pressure. She was getting excited and wanted to let Sylvia know she was conquered. “Cum, you bitch! Cum for your Mistress!” she yelled.
Sylvia heard those words, and it bothered her. Kylie was telling her to cum for her and she hated it. However, her body was on the orgasmic edge, and she couldn’t hold back. The orgasmic feeling started to crest and there was no stopping it. Then it struck! It hit her hard and it hit her fast! “I HATE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU MMMMMMMMMMMMM OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH FUCK!” she screamed as the orgasm hit.
“I hate you too…..slut.” Kylie said as she could feel Sylvia having her orgasm. She felt a feeling of domination. She felt like she just controlled this assassin and made her bend to her will. She felt the body shuddering a little and she slowly removed her hand from the groin area. Once she got it free, she stared at her fingers. They were glistening with Sylvia’s love honey, and she smiled. She licked her fingers and found the taste enjoyable. “Mmmm….you taste good.” she taunted as she continued to lick her fingers.
Sylvia felt like she was floating on clouds after her orgasm hit. Her body tingled all over and now she understood what the sex slaves went through when she forced an orgasm out of them. She did feel some shame that her orgasm was pulled out when she was captured, but she also felt good knowing that she wanted to have one. She did not want to surrender herself and as far as she was concerned, she held firm. She felt the tingling sensation and felt really tired. Her body was put through more physical exertion than it ever did before. She closed her eyes and tried to recover. In her mind, she thought about her revenge one day. She imagined these women suffering under her fingers. Like she thought before, death was off the table. She wanted to torture them for the rest of their lives.
Isabel walked inside the building to check on Kylie. It had been a while since she went inside, and she was worried about her. She knew she shouldn’t go in herself because she did not want to be captured again, but Kylie was such a nice young lady, and she wanted to make sure she was ok. She looked around and there wasn’t too much noise. She went further inside, and she looked around. Memories started to come back here as she saw those stairs at the far end. She was once up those stairs and in the room. This was where she was paraded in front of her daughter with a knife to her throat. She thought about the look on La Diabla’s face that night and it started to affect her. She saw how angry and terrified her daughter was. It made her a little emotional being at the same location where all of that happened. She went further inside, and she saw someone lying on a table. She paused for a moment and then noticed who it was. The woman was tied up and she could hear her crying. Isabel started to recognize who it was, and she felt her adrenaline spiking. It was the same woman who had the knife to her throat. It was the same woman that helped torture her in that other building. She felt a measure of satisfaction that she was tied down, barefoot and had her pants and underwear pulled down. She smiled knowing that Pilar had got her comeuppance. She wanted to walk over there and gloat, but she wanted to find Kylie first. She made it to the stairs and started to walk up. She was very cautious because she had no idea what would be up in that room where she was once held. Once she got to the top, she heard some voices. She cautiously poked her head in and saw a sight to behold. There was another woman lying down on the table, with her pants pulled down and her rear end exposed. She noticed that she was barefoot as well. She saw Kylie standing there and a wave of relief washed over her. “Kylie? Are you ok?” she asked softly.
Kylie heard that voice behind her and she jumped! She was not expecting anyone to be behind her, and it scared her. She turned around and put her hand on her gun. She then saw a beautiful woman looking back at her and she breathed a sigh of relief. It was the mother of her friend, and she felt relieved. “Isabel, you scared me. hahaha What are you doing in here?” she asked.
“I came to look for you. You had been inside for a while, and I wanted to make sure you were ok. Who is that?” Isabel asked as she pointed at Sylvia.
“That’s Sylvia. She was the assassin involved in this entire ordeal. She won’t be bothering anyone again though.” Kylie replied and had a smirk on her face. She was stunned that Isabel came in, but at least Pilar and Sylvia were tied up and subdued.
“That’s her? I am glad she is tied up. Hey, I think we should go. I want to see if Salem is ok. I have a feeling she might need help.” Isabel said. She wondered what Kylie had done to Sylvia, but there was no time. She wanted to go find La Diabla and make sure she was safe.
“She told us to stay here. I am sure she is fine. She has both Becky and Rosa with her.” Kylie replied. She gave a gentle rub on Sylvia’s naked ass, then walked towards Isabel. She could tell she was worried, and it made sense. She was a mother, even though her daughter was a very dangerous woman herself.
“I just want to see her. I want to make sure she is ok. Please? Can we go?” Isabel asked. She had a bad feeling and wanted to make sure her daughter was ok. She knew she was facing a woman she truly hated, and she wanted to make sure she would be ok.
Kylie heard that desperate sound in Isabel’s voice and she felt for her. This entire ordeal must have been very hard on her and she wanted to see her loved one. She looked over at Sylvia and figured that she was done anyway. She was breathing heavily and still coming off an orgasmic high. Pilar seemed to be a wreck as well. She also felt a desire to see Darby and make sure she was ok. “Ok, let’s go there. I think these two aren’t going anywhere anyway. Let’s go see your daughter.” she told her.
“Thank you. I truly appreciate you. Let’s go.” Isabel said with a smile and started to head back down the stairs. She just kept feeling her intuition tingling and had a feeling her daughter needed her. She walked out of the building with Kylie, and it was time to find that shop. Kylie was with her, and they were on a mission of their own. “I’m coming, Salem. I’m coming….” she told herself.
La Diabla started to feel anxious as she was approaching the store that Veronica was once held in. It was Pablo’s shoe store, and she knew Darby and the woman she absolutely hated were in there. This was the moment she had been waiting for. She had gotten her mother free, and it was time to free Darby. Watching her suffering was very tough on her and now she could rescue her. It was also time to confront the woman she hated more than anyone else in the world. That woman had caused her the greatest agony over the past year and wanted to make sure their rivalry ended once and for all. She didn’t know what she was going to do, but she made sure her gun was totally loaded with bullets. She planned on ending Priscilla the first chance she got. She then saw the shop and she looked at Rosa and Becky. She was happy they were here, so they could help rescue Darby. It was still strange teaming up with Rosa. They were rivals and Rosa had even beaten her in a fight. She was tortured by the soldier, but she was grateful to her for helping find and rescue her mother. “Ok, there is the shop. Darby should be in there, as well as Priscilla. We have to be careful. Right now, we have the element of surprise. We have to make sure Darby is out of danger, then we can get that bitch holding her. Ready?” she asked the group.
Rosa felt her excitement growing. This was the moment she could finish the mission she set out to do. It was time to rescue Darby and arrest Priscilla. It was a pivotal moment in her own life, and she was ready to get it done. “Yes, I am ready. You ready, Becky?” she asked.
Becky felt herself trembling as she saw the shop. This was such an important moment for her. This was the moment she could rescue her mentor and prove to a lot of people she can handle and perform dangerous moments. She was thrilled she had two very capable women with her, so she was confident they could save her hero. “Yeah, I am ready! Let’s bring Darby home.” she replied.
Priscilla was enjoying herself as she paced around the room. She was inside the closed shop and feeling really confident. Even though her plan for her sex trafficking operation was blown up, she still had a chance to recover some things and plan a new ring. She also would help Christos Andino and Thalia get revenge on the woman who ruined their plans. She had enjoyed her time with Deputy Darby thus far. Seeing her getting tortured by Sylvia was such a breathtaking moment. She enjoyed looking at a naked Darby getting tormented. Hearing her tortured laughter was amazing. It took her back to that fateful day about a year ago when she was screaming for mercy inside that secret house in Santa Selena. The deputy tormented her feet, and she got her revenge. She was waiting for Sylvia and Pilar to return. She wanted to leave the town soon, so she could plot a return to her desired business. She wanted to destroy her greatest rival at the same time. La Diabla was an emotional wreck, and she loved having control over her. She wondered what she was going to do to Isabel going forward. Priscilla started to think that perhaps she could torture her in front of the outlaw. It would be risky, but it would also break La Diabla once and for all. She felt her lust growing and then looked back over at Darby. She was lying on a table and looking completely helpless. She wore clothes because transporting her from the previous location to this one required her to be clothed. She wanted her naked, but she had to get her through the streets of Ciudad Azteca. What she did like seeing were those big bare feet resting there. She loved tormenting those feet and had the boots removed when they got her into this new location. The urge to tickle them came back and she walked over there. She saw those big, pink, soft soles helplessly hanging there and upturned since Darby was on her belly. She reached a finger forward and stroked the left foot. “Tickle tickle…” she teased.
Darby felt a finger touching her foot and she started to laugh. Her body was still extremely sensitive, and any touch would drive her crazy. It had been a nightmare for her, and she was still in a humiliated state. She had been tortured viciously and still needed to recover. Sylvia and Priscilla truly tortured her and embarrassed her by forcing her to have an orgasm. She remembered getting off that table and her clothes were put back on. She was completely dazed and remember being escorted through the town. She still had Pilar’s sock stuffed in her mouth and when she got to this new location, she was forced onto the table and felt her boots being taken off. She was aware that Sylvia and Pilar left for a moment, which left her with Priscilla. The blond woman would touch her feet from time to time, and it was still very torturous for her. Now she felt those fingers stroking up and down her sole and it made her laugh. She had no idea how much she was going to keep being tortured but accepted it. She knew she was headed off to Greece the following day and her life as she knew it was over. Not even La Diabla was in position to rescue her because there was something about her mother. Darby had no idea what was happening and right now, her mind focused on those nails skittering on her foot. “hahahahahahahahaha ya have to stop!!” she laughed into her gag.
“Why should I? Your feet…..they are just TOO perfect! I love tickling them! Remember when you tickled mine? This is my last chance to touch these very tender feet of yours before you go to Greece, so let me enjoy myself.” Priscilla smiled as she continued to touch the foot. It was still a great feeling touching these incredibly soft feet. Listening to Darby’s laughter was beautiful to her ears and she loved how her fingers sank into that soft flesh. She then started to touch the other foot and the laughter increased. She really started to get into it and wanted to just keep tickling Darby. Sylvia and Pilar were taking quite some time waiting for La Diabla to return, so she figured she would just tickle Darby until they returned.
La Diabla slowly opened the back door of the store, and she heard a noise. It sounded very familiar, and she recognized it as Darby’s ticklish laughter. She felt her adrenaline spiking right now because it was finally time to rescue her lover. She had both Becky and Rosa behind her. She walked in and made her way through the back area of the shop, and the laughter was getting louder. Her heart was beating faster, and she prepared herself for this confrontation. Once she arrived at a swinging door, she opened it and now her eyes locked onto the sight before her. She could see Priscilla standing there and her hands were wiggling on the bottoms of Darby’s bare feet. She was witnessing Darby getting tortured again and that made her very angry. All of her emotions exploded, and it was time to end this rivalry once and for all. She took off running and as soon as she got near Priscilla, she reached her hands back a little and then pushed them forward, shoving Priscilla to the ground. “YOU BITCH!! STOP TICKLING HER FEET!!!!” she yelled.
Priscilla was completely stunned as she felt herself crashing to the floor. She had no idea what happened and looked around. She was just tickling Darby’s feet and suddenly she was on the ground, landing on her left shoulder. She grimaced a little and then looked up. Her eyes went wide with shock as she saw La Diabla approaching her. Before she could even stand back up, she felt a hard punch to her jaw, and she hit the floor again. “WHAT THE HELL??” she yelled out.
La Diabla was in a rage, and she felt that punch connect with that jaw and now she was in fight mode. Nothing was going to stop her from destroying this woman. She wanted to take out all of her aggression on her and truly hurt the woman. She saw Priscilla on her knees, and she swung her leg to kick her. Her boot connected against that same left shoulder, and she watched Priscilla hit the ground again. She was in a blind rage, and nothing was going to stop her now. “YOU WILL PAY!!!!!” she yelled.
Rosa had followed La Diabla into the shop and saw her going after Priscilla. She could hear the anger in her voice and wondered if she should intervene. Her eyes then noticed Darby lying on a table. She was still tied up and her pink soles were exposed. It was the first time she saw Darby’s naked feet and it surprised her. They were large, thick soles and that deep pink color was mesmerizing. They looked incredibly soft, and she heard that laughter when she entered the building as well. It appeared that she was getting tickled by Priscilla. She saw the empty boots on the floor and went over to help her. “Darby!!!” she yelled out.
Becky had entered the shop following both La Diabla and Rosa. She heard Darby’s ticklish laughter and knew her hero was in trouble. She was very anxious and when she saw Darby lying on the table, she felt an incredible amount of joy. After all that time of her being missing, there she was, tied up and lying on a table. She saw the barefeet and realized that Priscilla must have been tickling her. “Darby!!” she called out then rushed over.
Darby heard familiar voices, and she looked around. She saw La Diabla across the shop and it looked like she was beating up Priscilla. Then she saw two people come into her view and her heart exploded with relief and happiness. It was both Rosa and Becky!! Her eyes went wide with excitement, and she felt emotional that her ordeal was just about over. “Rosa! Becky!!! You’re here!” she screamed into her gag.
Rosa saw there was something inside Darby’s mouth and knew it was some kind of gag. She smiled at her friend and reached forward. She wanted to remove the gag and start to get Darby free. She grabbed a hold of the sock gag with her fingers and slowly pulled it out of Darby’s mouth. She held up the soaked garment and then tossed it over her shoulder. She looked at Darby’s face and saw how sweaty it was. She felt so happy at the moment and wanted to get her free. “There you are! You know, we have been looking for you!” she told her.
Becky saw the gag get removed out of Darby’s mouth and she felt a little emotional. Her mentor was right there, and she was going to be rescued. She looked at the exhausted face of the legendary deputy and she felt very happy. “Darby! We found ya! Ya are safe now!” she smiled.
Darby felt very happy, and her emotions were starting to rise. Her rescue was here, and she was not going to end up in Greece. She truly thought her life was over but now two women who were her friends were here to rescue her. She was really relieved that the gag was removed, and she stretched her jaw a bit. Her eyes filled with tears because her nightmare was over. “I am so glad to see you both!! Thank you…..thank you…..” she said with her voice breaking up.
“Yes, we were not going to stop looking for ya until we found ya. Now, let’s get her free!” Becky said then went towards Darby’s body. She saw the ropes tied around her chest area and around her legs. She started to work on the chest rope and saw Rosa go to the legs. It was time to set her free and get her out of this dangerous situation.
Rosa heard Becky saying they needed to set Darby free, and she went to the legs. She started to work on the ropes, and her eyes caught the sight of Darby’s pink heels. It was an interesting contrast because she could see the very pale skin on the Achilles tendon, and that deep pink skin on the top of the heels. She thought back to when they were at Darby’s house and she requested to work on the toe tickling technique on Darby’s feet. Darby had quickly declined, and she understood why. She learned that she was ticklish by just listening to that laughter when Pricilla was tickling her. She hoped that one day she could touch the feet and just have a good time. She managed to get the ropes undone and saw Becky getting the chest rope undone. Darby was finally free! “I can’t believe we found her. I feel so happy right now.” she said in a satisfied voice.
“Yeah! We saved her! Hehe” Becky said as she pulled the ropes free from Darby’s upper body. She saw Darby trying to move and she helped her up. She felt so excited about this moment and knew their mission was just about done. They had found and rescued Darby. They had also found and freed La Diabla’s mother. It was a really great moment, and she wanted to truly celebrate.
Darby felt the ropes come off of her and she knew her ordeal was just about over. She felt Becky helping her into a sitting position and she felt a great sense of relief. Her legs were dangling off the side of the table and she noticed her feet. They were just being tickled and now, she was free. She looked at both Rosa and Becky and felt so happy to see those pretty faces. She smiled at both of them and then noticed another event taking place. She looked across the room and saw La Diabla punching and kicking Priscilla. She could hear the screams of pain coming from Priscilla and knew her lover wanted to destroy Priscilla. She felt the need to call out or the evil woman could be killed! “Salem!!! I am free! I am free!!” she yelled out.
La Diabla was in a total fit of rage as she punched and kicked Priscilla. Her emotions were starting to run wild, and she wanted to punish this woman severely. The thought of this woman kidnapping her mother just to hurt her really resonated throughout her body and she just kept punching. She could hear Priscilla’s grunts and shouts of pain, and she loved it. She wanted to beat the hell out of this woman, and no one was going to stop her. Then she heard Darby calling out to her and she paused before she did another kick. She looked over towards the table and saw Darby was sitting up and her feet were dangling off the side of the table. She saw Rosa and Becky smiling as well. “Darby? You’re, ok?” she asked.
Darby saw how badly Priscilla was getting beat up and she was glad she made La Diabla pause for a moment. She knew how much the outlaw hated Priscilla and didn’t want her to go overboard with her. She was very happy to see her, and she wondered how she ended up teaming with Becky and Rosa. She knew how much Rosa wanted to arrest her, but right now they were a team. She had a lot to catch up on and looked forward to hearing that story. “Yeah, I am ok. I am safe now, thanks to all of you.” she answered.
“Good. This bitch won’t be…..” La Diabla said then looked at Priscilla. She was on the ground and groaning in pain. She could see there was some blood around her mouth as she had busted her lip. She could also see the punch marks around the jaw and the eye area. She felt her rage increasing again. She saw how much pain she was in and that made her remember her own pain. She thought about how this woman hurt people she truly cared about. She had affected Gabby, Veronica, Cheyenne, Darby and of course, Isabel. She thought about how Priscilla hurt all of them just to get back at her. This rivalry took on a whole new meaning and she was going to end it once and for all. “GET UP!!! ON YOUR KNEES!!!!” she yelled at Priscilla.
Priscilla was feeling a lot of pain throughout her body as she had just been physically attacked by La Diabla. She never recovered once she was shoved to the ground and landed on her left shoulder. Before she could even try to defend herself, she felt the wrath of the outlaw. She felt those kicks and punches and they hurt a lot. Her face was aching, and she could taste her own blood. Her ribs were hurting due to the kicks that were placed there. She knew she was in deep trouble and had the rage of the outlaw to deal with. She barely knew where she was, and she heard La Diabla demanding to get on her knees. She slowly got on all fours and then raised her upper body. She was on her knees and looked around. She could see that Darby was freed and saw two women standing next to her. She had a sinking feeling that her entire plan was destroyed and now she was going to go to jail. She then turned her head to her left and looked at La Diabla. She saw the look of sheer hate on her face, and it sent a chill down her spine. She hoped she wasn’t going to be struck again. She knew she could not beat La Diabla in a fist fight. She was not a fighter. “Please….don’t hit me anymore.” she pleaded.
“You BITCH!!!! You are going to pay for everything! My mother is finally free, and you are MINE!!!!” La Diabla screamed. It felt good to finally be free of Priscilla. All that pain rushed towards her heart, and she quickly pulled out her weapon and pointed it right at Priscilla’s head. “This ends TODAY!!!!” she yelled.
Priscilla saw the gun pointed at her face and her heart froze. The tone in La Diabla’s face indicated that she was going to be killed. She saw the look in her eyes and now she felt really emotional. She was going to die and that petrified her. “What are you doing? Please don’t shoot me!!” she yelled.
“I am going to shoot you! You will never hurt anyone ever again!! Prepare to meet your maker in Hell!!!!” La Diabla screamed. She felt her blood pumping and her adrenaline flowing. She finally had Priscilla vulnerable and was ready to take her down once and for all. She could see the frightened look in her eyes, and it made it even better. She was going to blow this woman’s head off and never have to deal with her again.
“SALEM!!!! What are you doing? Put the gun down!” Darby yelled as she saw La Diabla pull out her weapon and point it at Priscilla’s head. She could hear the pain and anguish in her voice and knew that she was in a very deep and painful rage. She could not watch the execution of Priscilla, even though the woman deserved it.
“Hey! La Diabla! Put the gun down!” Rosa yelled as she saw the gun was pointing at Priscilla’s head. She knew La Diabla was very emotional at the moment and knew she could pull that trigger at any moment.
“NO!!!! This woman hurt everyone I love! She will NEVER DO IT AGAIN!! This time we end this! You don’t deserve to live. You HURT THE PEOPLE I LOVE!!! You hurt Veronica and Gabby! You hurt Cheyenne! You hurt Darby! And the worst yet was YOU HURT MY MOTHER!!! You’re going to die bitch! YOU ARE GOING TO DIE!” La Diabla shouted as she had her finger on the trigger of her gun. She saw that look on Priscilla’s face and saw how scared she was. She loved that look and she felt the tension in her hand. She was mere moments away from finally ending this rivalry.
“Please….please don’t kill me. I don’t want to die! I DON’T WANT TO DIE!!!! Please….” Priscilla begged as she saw that gun barrel directly pointing at her face. She started to cry as her life was about to end. Even though she was involved in crimes and knew she hurt so many people, she did not want to die. She adored her life and did not want to see it end. She thought about her husband, Julio Montenegro, and how everything was about to end. Her head was going to be blown off and it would all be over. Her crying got deeper and more painful as she begged La Diabla not to kill her. “Please don’t kill me…sob please don’t kill me…..I don’t sob want to die…..” she cried.
“Too bad bitch! I am going to blow your head off and fill your body with bullets. You are about to see why they call me La Diabla!!!!” La Diabla shouted and then felt her adrenaline spiking. It was time to end this. She could hear Darby and the others begging her to not kill Priscilla. She saw and heard Priscilla begging for her life. This once mighty woman was on her knees begging for her life and there was something satisfying about it all. She felt all the hate within her body, and it was time to let it all out!
“SALEM!!!!! PUT THAT GUN DOWN!!!!!” a voice shouted from across the room.
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La Diabla was moments away from pulling the trigger and she heard that yell. It sounded very familiar, and she turned her head. She looked towards where Darby, Rosa and Becky were but saw two more figures appearing. She saw Kylie standing there, but she also saw Isabel! Her mother was here, and she was moving towards her. “Mama? Why are you here?” she asked.
“Mija, put the gun down. She is not worth it. Mija, please, put the gun down.” Isabel said in a calm and nervous voice. She had entered the shop and heard a bunch of yelling. When she entered, she saw her daughter standing there with Priscilla on her knees. There was a gun pointing at Priscilla’s head and she heard the threats the outlaw was making. She could hear the pain in her daughter’s voice and knew how much she hated the evil blond woman. But she would not allow her daughter to execute someone in cold blood. She felt pain in her heart because she knew La Diabla was in tremendous pain.
“Mama, she deserves to die! She hurt so many people. She hurt so many people that I love. She did it to hurt me! She hates me and I hate her!!! This ends forever! She hurt you, Mama! That is something I will never forgive!” La Diabla told Isabel. She was feeling her rage and also felt so much emotional pain. She looked at Priscilla again and her finger was ready to pull the trigger. “Time for you to die, bitch….” she told Priscilla.
“SALEM!!!! That is not who you are! She deserves to face punishment for her crimes, but not like this. Not like this, mija. This is not who you are….” Isabel said, trying to reason with her daughter. She understood the hate and the pain, but she did not want her to go this far and execute someone.
“No Mama, this IS who I am! I am LA DIABLA!!!! This bitch messed with the devil herself!!!” La Diabla yelled. She felt her name meant everything at this moment. She gave herself the moniker “La Diabla” because she didn’t feel nothing for anyone and wanted to make sure people paid a severe price for crossing her. She had killed several people throughout her outlaw career and executing Priscilla was something she was very capable of. She didn’t like telling her mother that she was evil, but she felt that was who she truly was.
“NO!!! That is NOT who you are!!! You are NOT La Diabla!!! You are Salem Veracruz. You are the daughter of Isabel Veracruz and Bradley Hunt. You are MY daughter. You are my precious baby. Salem, I love you so much. You are the greatest gift I have ever received in my life. I love you more than my own life. You will always be my baby girl. You are mi Angelita, my little angel. You are not evil. You are that same little girl that always wanted to protect her Mama, and you have so much love in your heart. Mija, please, put the gun down. I love you. I love you so much…..” Isabel pleaded. She felt herself starting to cry because Salem was in so much pain. She did not want her to make a huge mistake in her life. She loved her daughter with everything she had and wanted to protect her. She wanted to comfort her. She wanted to make her feel loved again. She hated it when her daughter went by the name La Diabla. It wasn’t who she truly was. She felt pain and prayed her daughter would not execute Priscilla in front of her. “Come to me. Please, mija. Come to me.” she begged.
La Diabla started to feel extremely emotional as she heard what her mother said. She loved her mother more than anyone else walking the planet and her words affected her deeply. She looked at Priscilla’s face and saw that fear. She saw those tears. She could end this woman’s life in a moment. But her mother’s words got into her heart, and it really made her feel deep emotions. She started to feel the urge to kill Priscilla, but she also felt the urge to go hug her mother. Her mother was begging her. She did not want to cause her mother any more pain, and she took her finger off the trigger. She felt her body starting to shake as the rage was coming down and felt love for her mother filling her body. Her hand lowered her gun from Priscilla’s face, and she slowly put it back into the holster. She then turned towards Isabel and saw her crying. That broke her heart, and she realized she was hurting her mother. She started to cry and then slowly started walking towards her. Her steps were staggered as she was overcome with emotions. She made it to Isabel, who had her arms outstretched. “Mama….Mama…..I’m sorry….I’m so sorry….” she cried then hugged her mother deeply.
“I got you, Salem, I got you. My baby……” Isabel said softly as she felt La Diabla in her arms. She wrapped them tightly around her daughter and started to cry herself. She hadn’t seen her cry this hard ever since her Bradley died. She heard those heavy sobs, and she cried with her. Her own heart was heavy with emotion, and she just wanted to protect her child. “I love you, Salem. I love you with everything I have.” she softly whispered.
“I love you, Mama. I love you. I’m so sob sorry! I’m so sob sorry!!” La Diabla cried as she felt her mother’s embrace. She let all of that rage out of her body and just wanted to feel her mother’s love. She felt terrible that she nearly executed Priscilla in front of Isabel and that made her really regret everything. She let herself cry profusely and let it all out. The pain she was feeling was intense, but she felt love by the woman who gave her life.
Rosa was in shock as she witnessed that entire exchange. It was such an intense emotional moment, and she thought she was about to watch a live execution. She heard those emotional pleas from Isabel and then to see La Diabla put the gun away and go hug her mother was surreal. The emotion in the room could be felt by all. She saw the hug and could hear the crying. The outlaw was in serious pain, and it made her feel for her. She then snapped out of it and went over to Priscilla. It was time to subdue this woman before she even thought about escaping. She saw the bloodied face and saw the tears. She could see how scared Priscilla really was and it was shocking. She heard she was evil to the core, but she had enough emotion in her body to fear for her own life. She wasn’t defiant in the face of death. She was scared like any human being with some kind of emotion within them. “Ok Priscilla, you are under arrest.” she told her.
Priscilla felt herself crying harder as she was so close to death. She was overcome with emotion and was thrilled that she remained alive. She saw La Diabla hugging her mother and could hear those cries from both of them. She didn’t know what to think. She was just relieved she was not going to perish. She looked up at Rosa and saw her stern face. “Please don’t let her kill me. Please….” she told her, still fearing for her life.
Darby saw the hug with La Diabla, and her mother and it broke her heart. This was the first time she had seen Isabel and watching that very emotional exchange tore her heart out. She was about to witness the execution of Priscilla, but it was thwarted by this beautiful woman who loved her daughter more than life itself. She felt horrible for her lover. She could hear those agonizing cries of pain and knew she had to go through a lot. She wanted to comfort her, but knew it was better if she was with her mother. She looked over at Becky who had a look of shock on her face as well. “That was something else….” she told her.
Becky was stunned watching everything that just went down. She heard that rage in La Diabla’s voice and felt for sure that Priscilla would be executed. However, hearing Isabel’s desperate pleas got to her heart and she wanted to cry. Seeing that kind of love on display really affected her. She saw how love won out in the end and not rage. She listened to La Diabla crying hard and it was very emotional. She heard Darby’s voice, and she looked at her. “Yeah, it was. I feel bad for her. She had gone through a lot. I am glad she is with her mother again.” she said softly.
Darby got off the table and found her boots. She had no idea where her socks were, so she just remained barefoot inside the boots. She then walked over to where Rosa and Priscilla were and stared at the criminal woman. “You are done. You will never hurt another soul.” she told her.
La Diabla broke the hug with Isabel and looked at her face. Her eyes were filled with tears, but she could see the love on Isabel’s face. She was still very emotional, but she felt comfort being held by her mother. It had been such a trying, emotional journey for her and now her mother was safe. She still felt the need to apologize for being evil in front of her and she wanted forgiveness. “Mama, please forgive me….please.” she told her.
“There is nothing to forgive, Salem. I love you. It is over. It is all finally over.” Isabel said with a slight smile on her face. It was still killing her inside to see her daughter so emotional. The pain she was feeling and how close she was to completely lose control. She heard of the reputation of La Diabla, but she never saw it until this moment. She was happy she was here to help her and loved her even more.
“Yes, it is. Mama, I am so glad you are safe. That’s all that matters to me. You are safe.” La Diabla said, then hugged Isabel again. It just felt good that she knew her mother was here, and she was safe. She hugged her tighter and did not want to let go of her.
Rosa forced Priscilla to her feet and started to guide her out. She figured it was time to go and bring all three women to justice at this point. She was going to contact her commanding officer and the local authorities to imprison Priscilla, Pilar and Sylvia. She saw Darby looking relieved and Becky was smiling. She also saw Isabel and La Diabla now speaking to each other. She looked over and saw Kylie standing there and looking relieved. She felt the mission was finally over and they could go celebrate somewhere. She also decided she was going to let La Diabla go. After witnessing everything that took place, she knew the outlaw was forced into her criminal activity by Priscilla. Plus, seeing her with her mother in such a loving manner was too much for her to interrupt. The pain the outlaw suffered was punishment enough. “Ok, let’s go get Pilar and Sylvia. Then we can all go home!” she announced.
Isabel heard the words about going home and she felt so happy. After enduring the agony of being a prisoner, getting tortured, and watching her daughter go through such emotional pain, going home sounded like the greatest gift ever. She looked at Priscilla and could see how broken up she was. She thought about the pain that woman caused for her and her daughter. It was strange that she was the one responsible for saving Priscilla’s life, even though the criminal woman was responsible for all this pain for everyone in the room. She started to get angry at the woman and thought about what happened to her. Priscilla had humiliated her in this same location. It was also the scene of watching her daughter suffering emotionally. She had an urge to get revenge against her and wanted to do it before she went to jail. She went over to Rosa and smiled. “Rosa, can I ask you something?” she asked softly.
Rosa was surprised by the question and wondered what Isabel wanted. She was happy this woman was free, and she probably wanted to yell at Priscilla. “Sure, what is it?” she asked.
“Can the others go pick up Pilar and Sylvia? I just want a few moments alone with Priscilla. I owe her. I owe her big time. You can stay with me, I just want to make this woman realize what she has done.” Isabel asked. She thought about her revenge and now her own adrenaline was flowing. She wanted Priscilla to suffer without her getting killed.
Rosa was surprised by the request and wondered what Isabel was planning. It sounded like she wanted revenge. It didn’t seem as bad because she would be here with them but was really curious what was going through her mind. “Um, sure. I guess we can do that. After everything you went through, she deserves whatever you want to do. Hey Darby, you all can go ahead. Isabel and I will handle Priscilla for a moment.” she told the group.
“Mama, you are not coming with us?” La Diabla asked. She wondered why her mother wanted to remain here with Rosa and Priscilla. She really wanted to leave with her and hoped she was ok.
“No, mija. I want to talk to Priscilla for a moment. Don’t worry about me. I will meet you a little later. I have to do this. It is important to me. Rosa will be here with me, so you don’t have to worry. Now, go with the others to make sure those other women do not cause issues.” Isabel told her. She hugged her daughter and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She did not want her to witness her getting revenge on the woman who caused them both such great trauma.
La Diabla had a puzzled look on her face but nodded her head. She wondered what was going on and figured she could ask later. She hoped her mother would beat Priscilla up, which would be a satisfying revenge. She went over to Darby and the others and started to follow them out of the building. She looked at Isabel one more time and smiled. She left the premises and knew her ordeal was just about to be over.
Isabel saw La Diabla, and the others leave and then she turned towards Rosa and Priscilla. Now she was alone with the woman who caused so much grief. She started to get excited because she wanted her revenge against this woman. She looked at Rosa and smiled. “Could you get her on that table and tie her down? I think it is high time she gets what is coming to her…..” she requested.
Rosa was surprised by the request and then it dawned on her. It appeared that Isabel wanted revenge in the same manner that she was tortured. She started to smile when she realized that there was some outlaw within this mature woman and seeing Priscilla suffering a little bit would be fun. All the others were punished in this manner and what better way to send Priscilla off than to get tormented the same way. She then started to shove Priscilla over to the table that Darby was once on. “Get on the table! Lay down on your back! Hurry!” she commanded.
Priscilla was confused when she heard that instruction. She heard that Isabel wanted to talk to her without anyone else here but Rosa. In a way, she was relieved that Rosa would be here but wondered what was happening. She carefully got onto the table, which wasn’t too high off the ground and then felt a rope going around her upper body. She was confused and didn’t want to make a move. She was very close to death and Rosa was still armed. She didn’t even know who she was, but she was dressed like a Mexican Rurales. She then felt her legs getting bound together and she looked at Isabel. She definitely saw the resemblance between mother and daughter and saw this smirk on her face. Her mind started to go crazy because it appeared Isabel was about to do something to her. She stared at the mature woman and felt very nervous. “What do you want with me?” she asked.
Isabel saw Priscilla lying on the table and she felt a tingle throughout her body. She remembered being on this same table when Priscilla and her minions tortured her. It was the most embarrassing and humiliating moment of her entire life. She made her way close by Priscilla’s head and smiled at her. She could see the fear on her face, and she felt her own anger rising. It was time to have some fun with a woman she truly hated as well. “Well, well, well. Look what we have here. Funny how the tables have turned. Do you remember when you had me on this table? Remember that?” she asked menacingly.
Priscilla’s eyes went wide when she heard that question. She was tied down and now Isabel was reminding her of what took place when she had the mature woman tied down. She felt her breath leave her body and she prayed that Isabel was not going to get revenge. “You wouldn’t dare!” she yelled back.
“I think you do remember. Yes, I remember it very well. Hehehe You know, I thought about that moment, but that was not the source of my anger towards you right now. Tell me Priscilla, do you have any children?” Isabel asked. She felt herself starting to get excited because she was going to punish Priscilla for everything. She wanted to embarrass her and make her feel what she felt when she was tortured days ago.
“No, I do not. Let me go!” Priscilla yelled as she felt herself getting really nervous. The way Isabel was sounding, she was going to suffer soon. It was also surreal with the way Isabel was speaking. The way her voice was inflecting, it sounded like La Diabla. That frightened her because she did not want to suffer.
“I ask because as you very well know, I have a child. Let me tell you something about being a mother. We love our children. We are willing to do ANYTHING to keep them safe. We want to protect them from the dangers of the world. You obviously know my daughter. You caused her great pain. You can’t even begin to imagine how hurt I was watching her in so much pain. I have never seen her like that, and it was all because of you.” Isabel told her, feeling a bit emotional. Her mind started to think about how hard La Diabla was crying in her arms. The rage she had felt and how close she was to executing Priscilla. It was the kind of pain a mother never wanted to see in her children. She looked at Priscilla’s face and then an evil smirk formed on it. “So, you have to pay for that. I will admit you really got me good. You tortured me. You really broke me that day. But that is not why you are going to pay. No, you are going to pay because you hurt Salem. I will NEVER forgive you for that.” she yelled.
Priscilla was really feeling nervous now and she started to squirm around. She had a bad feeling that she was about to get tortured and she had to get away. She looked over at Rosa and hoped that she could help her. “Are you going to let her do something to me? Stop her!” she pleaded.
“Hehehehe Nope. From everything I saw, you DESERVE this. I am here just to make sure you remain alive. But in terms of you suffering, well, you do deserve it. Good luck! Hehehe” Rosa joked. She could tell how angry Isabel was and it appeared she was about to get some revenge. She wanted to see this moment happen. It would be poetic to have the mother of the infamous outlaw take Priscilla’s ego down once and for all. She also realized that Priscilla must have tortured Isabel, so revenge was appropriate.
“You sound so nervous. You shouldn’t, and honestly, you won’t be sounding nervous. I think you will feel better. Laughter is such a beautiful thing. Remember when you made me laugh? I think it is time for me to pay you back for that jolly good time you showed me…..” Isabel threatened. She looked over Priscilla’s body and wondered where to start. There was something very exciting for her to do this. After enduring horrific torture herself, seeing Priscilla suffering the same way would be perfect. It had been a while since she tickled someone. She remembered there was an encounter with a woman about a decade ago and it ended up being a very special night. They had a tickle fight, and she dominated the woman, and they spent the night together after that. It was a story she would never tell anyone. She never wanted a relationship with anyone ever again after her greatest love, Salem’s father, died. But she didn’t mind a few dalliances. She looked at the stomach area and wondered if she should start there. She was on the left-hand side of Priscilla and reached her right hand forward. She placed it on Priscilla’s belly and did a quick scrabble of her fingers. She felt the body jerking and she grinned. It was apparent that this evil woman was just as ticklish as everyone else. Now it was time to humiliate her. “Is something wrong? Did my fingers hurt you?” she asked.
Priscilla felt those fingers on her stomach and winced when they moved around. She felt a ticklish sensation and she was really starting to panic. She couldn’t believe that Isabel wanted to tickle her. That would be humiliating, and she could not let that happen. “HEY!!! DON’T TOUCH ME!!!” she yelled.
“Oh, I am going to touch you. I am going to touch you the same way you touched me. You had a good time with that, didn’t you? You know what they say, right? Payback is a bitch!” Isabel said then started to run her fingers a little faster over the stomach. The white shirt still covered the stomach area, but she still got a reaction. She saw Priscilla’s face in that ticklish discomfort and wanted to make her miserable. She took her left hand and placed it on the left side of the body and gave it a gentle squeeze. That got a nice reaction, and she smiled. “Oooh! I think I found a spot!” she teased.
Priscilla felt that squeeze on her side and a strong ticklish shockwave hit her. She couldn’t help but let out a ticklish shriek and felt a little embarrassed. She looked over at Rosa, who was on her right-hand side and prayed she would help her. She looked back to her left and saw Isabel with that same smile that La Diabla had when the outlaw tormented her in Santa Selena. “Hey!!! Don’t heheheh do that to me! You can’t hehehehe do this to me!” she giggled.
“I can, and I WILL!!! Time to make you a bit uncomfortable. This is better than what could have happened, right? Or should I call Salem back here to finish what she wanted to do?” Isabel threatened. She felt her own anger growing and she wanted to truly punish this woman. She continued to think about how Priscilla, Pilar and Maria, all tormented her. It was truly a horrible moment for her, and it broke her. She had never been so miserable and the more she was tickling Priscilla, the more excited she got.
Priscilla heard the threat of La Diabla returning to finish the job and she definitely did not want that to happen. She felt the fingers still dancing on her stomach area and she was grateful that she was still wearing her shirt. She was excited that she was still fully clothed at the moment. The tickling was making her react, but at least her skin wasn’t being touched. She saw the joy on Isabel’s face and looked at Rosa again. “Are you hehehehehe going to let her hehehehehe torture me???” she asked while giggling.
“Yes. As a matter of fact, I am. You should be grateful. You could have a few bullets in your head, so if I were you, I would just enjoy that this torture will allow you to live afterwards. Oh, it is fun to see that you are ticklish. Evil women like you are ticklish! You should have seen Sylvia. She was REALLY ticklish! Hehehe” Rosa teased. She thought about what she did to a trained assassin and felt really good about it. She got her to go crazy, even when she was so defiant. She already knew Priscilla was not as tough and soon, her hysterical laughter would come out. She was also very curious to see Isabel’s tickling style. She definitely knew how vicious her daughter was and wondered if they would be the same. Just the fact that both mother and daughter were tickling their enemies was a fun thing to see.
“You see? There is no escape! I am going to make you suffer! You know, your shirt is in the way. Let’s see how soft your skin is.” Isabel said. She paused her tickling and started to unbutton the shirt. She felt Priscilla squirming around and then saw Rosa reaching her arms forward and holding Priscilla down. It appeared the Mexican soldier was going to help her torment this woman. She felt incredibly grateful to Rosa because she was the one who freed her from captivity and now, she was here for her to get revenge on this woman. She kept unbuttoning the shirt and saw flashes of the pale white skin underneath. That got her excited because she truly wanted to see Priscilla suffer.
Priscilla was stunned when she felt her shirt starting to get opened up. She also felt Rosa’s strong hands holding her shoulders down, preventing her from moving her torso around. She was in disbelief that she was about to get tickle tortured by the same woman she tormented. It was fun when she tortured Isabel, and now she was getting her revenge. She could feel the room air touching her stomach area and she knew she was in trouble. She then froze as the shirt was unbuttoned on her chest area. Her chest was going to be exposed, making her more vulnerable. “HEY!!! LEAVE MY SHIRT ALONE! Are you crazy?” she screamed.
“No, I am not crazy. Hehehehe You really should be thanking me. I am just making you more comfortable. Now, let’s get a look at this tummy of yours. I like it! It looks so smooth. Your skin looks soft. I bet it is also very sensitive.” Isabel teased. She saw the pale skin and did a soft stroke of her finger across that skin. She saw the stomach tense up and she smiled. She did it again and heard a slight giggle. She moved her fingers on that skin a few more times and it seemed to produce more giggles. It was a little strange to hear a woman so evil laughing, but at the same time, it was very enjoyable. She knew this would absolutely crush the ego of Priscilla by making her laugh against her will. It would be fun to make this woman suffer emotionally. “Ticklish?” she asked with a grin.
Priscilla felt the fingers touching her skin and it tickled. It tickled a lot. She was trying to hold in her giggles, but the more she was touched, the worse the tickling got. She tried to move her body, but Rosa was doing a good job of holding her down. She was also very aware that at the moment, the tickle attacks were light and seemed playful. She wondered if this was all that was going to happen, then she would be ok after all. It would be embarrassing to be giggling but it wasn’t torture. “Hey!!! Hehehehe Cut that out!!” she yelled.
Isabel smiled as she knew she was giving Priscilla discomfort. She also loved the way she was setting the woman up. This was just exploratory touching, and she wanted to find the most responsive areas so she could really torture her. She knew she didn’t have all night, so she wanted to find the weakest areas and really make this woman scream. With Priscilla’s arms tied to her sides, she couldn’t get to the armpits, so her stomach, chest, neck and feet would be the main targets. Her eyes glanced over the groin area and wondered what would happen if she tickled Priscilla’s most private area. Her own vagina was tickled by this woman and getting that kind of revenge would be amazing. She moved her fingers towards the navel area and that got a nice reaction. She heard a hissing sound and then some very strong giggles. Priscilla had a very ticklish belly button, and she kept that in mind. “Someone seems very sensitive. Let’s see where else you are.” she teased.
Rosa was amused watching Isabel softly tickling around Priscilla’s stomach. She noticed that she didn’t seem as ruthless as her daughter and figured this would be an easier form of torture. It would be enough to embarrass Priscilla, but perhaps not give her true torture. It made her wonder if she should help out. She thought about when they eventually got to Priscilla’s feet, she could do the toe squeezing technique. That would surely drive this criminal woman wild and that was exciting. She liked how Isabel was approaching this method of torture. She started to like the woman. She seemed so kind and full of life. It was still amazing her daughter was a lot more twisted, but after witnessing their hug, she knew La Diabla had a heart in her body. Rosa giggled when she heard Priscilla squealing when her navel was touched. “She is definitely ticklish. How embarrassing. A woman who wants to be this big boss is nothing but a ticklish schoolgirl. Hehehe” she taunted.
Priscilla heard the taunts and wanted to snap back at Rosa, but those fingers around her navel were driving her crazy. She gritted her teeth to try and avoid laughing, but it was getting more and more difficult. She looked at Isabel and could see the amused look on her face. She appeared to be enjoying her discomfort and wanted to scream at her. She elected not to do it because she could simply call La Diabla back. The outlaw wanted to kill her and right now, avoiding death was her number one goal. She didn’t know how to react knowing that any malicious outburst could have an ill effect on her. Then she let out a squeal when she felt a fingernail probing her navel. The intensity of it surprised her and she saw Isabel’s face light up. “Get out of there!!! Stop touching my navel you…..” she yelled, then stopped.
“Go ahead. Finish what you were about to say. What were you about to call me?” Isabel asked with a smile. She wanted Priscilla to use foul language because she knew she could easily threaten the woman with her daughter coming back. She knew Priscilla was now deathly afraid of her daughter and it made the perfect tool to keep this woman in check. She then ran her fingernail in the belly button again and heard a very cute squeal coming from Priscilla’s lips.
“EEEP!!! Nothing!!! Hehehehe I wasn’t going to call you anything!” Priscilla squealed as she felt that nail tormenting her navel again. She was starting to get frustrated because she couldn’t stop Isabel from tickling her and she couldn’t yell at her for fear of her life. She hated being in this position. She thought about when she first encountered the outlaw. It was in her own home in Ciudad Zopilote. La Diabla had infiltrated her house looking for a golden statue that her husband had stolen. She was tied up and tickle tortured by La Diabla. It was horrendous and that was what started their conflict. Even though she did get some revenge, she ended up getting tickle tortured and humiliated by La Diabla in that secret house in Santa Selena. Now, she had her mother tickling her. Isabel was getting her revenge and there was nothing she could do about it.
“Hehehehe she sure seems rather obedient. Isabel keep tickling her. Have some fun!” Rosa teased. She was enjoying listening to Priscilla giggle and squirm around. It was amazing to see a woman so evil smiling and laughing. It was a lot of fun knowing she was ticklish too. She then decided to have some fun herself and placed her fingers on her left hand around Priscilla’s neck. She wanted to see if she would react and lightly fluttered her fingers there. She saw Priscilla looking right at her and she gave her a silly smile. “Something the matter?” she teased.
Priscilla felt something on her neck, and it tickled her. She looked over at Rosa and realized she was starting to get in on the action. That terrified her because she did not want two women tickling her. The last time that happened, it was in Santa Selena and La Diabla, Darby and even Phoebe Wellington tickled her all over. It was devastating and utterly humiliating. Now she was faced with that prospect again and her fear went into overdrive. “GET THE HELL AWAY FROM MY NECK!” she yelled.
Isabel heard that scream and she saw Rosa tickling and teasing the neck area. That made her smile because now she had someone helping her and it was the one woman that had the authority to stop her. She then decided to ramp up her tickle attack and focused on the navel. She used her nails all around the button and now the body was convulsing more. It felt good inside to do this to Priscilla after she was tormented herself. This evil woman had pushed her beyond her limits, and it was such an agonizing moment in her life. The more she thought about her own torture, the more determined she became to make Priscilla suffer. She could feel her nails scraping across the very sensitive skin and she loved it. “Tickle tickle tickle! Look who is a ticklish girl! Priscilla is a ticklish little girl” she taunted.
Priscilla started to laugh harder once she felt those nails across her stomach. They were around her navel, and she started to react more. Isabel was not using a soft touch anymore; she was being far more aggressive now. She hated this feeling. She hated being made helpless and could hear those taunts. That was really embarrassing, and she wanted to fight her way out of this. Then she felt fingers on both sides of her neck, and she scrunched her head down to try and protect that area. “HEHEHEHEHEHEH STOP IT!!! BOTH OF YOU!!! HEHEHEHEHE THIS IS NOT FUNNY!!!” she yelled.
“If it isn’t funny, then why are you laughing? Hehehehe” Rosa teased. She loved what she was doing to Priscilla’s neck and could tell it was driving the woman crazy. She kept at it and even grazed the ears. It was fun listening to Priscilla shriek a little bit and she just wanted to continue. It was such an amazing feeling that all the criminals she encountered were just as ticklish as she was. Sylvia was ticklish. La Diabla was too. Now, Priscilla. It felt good to her knowing that she had a weapon that would surely help her being in the Rurales. She could make prisoners talk without having to hurt them. She figured she would thank Darby for the technique because it came in really handy. Her eyes looked down at Priscilla’s boots and wondered when she was going to go after those hidden feet. “Come on, tell us you like this.” she teased.
Isabel laughed when she heard Rosa’s cute little taunts. She was starting to feel powerful. She remembered suffering under a ticklish touch, but doing this to someone else as a form of torture was getting to be a lot more fun. She loved the way the body was reacting and wanted to keep doing it. She then looked at the exposed ribs and moved her right hand towards the left ribcage while her left hand still tickled around the navel. Her fingers started to move up and down the ribs and heard Priscilla let out another shriek. “Did I touch a spot? Hehe” she teased.
Priscilla felt the touch on her ribs and hearing Rosa taunting her was really driving her crazy. The helplessness of the situation kept growing and she was getting desperate. She truly hated being in this position. Someone was getting the better of her and it angered her. It wasn’t even La Diabla doing it. The outlaw was the only one who truly dominated her in this manner, and she wasn’t even here. It was her mother and a soldier. She tried to move her legs a little, hoping to swing them around and maybe knock them away. “GET AWAY HEHEHEHEHE FROM MEEEE!!!!” she squealed.
Rosa saw the legs starting to move around and knew what Priscilla was trying to do. It was the same thing that Sylvia was doing when she was tied up on the table. She smiled because she had a feeling, she knew how to make this woman stop moving her legs so much and give the perfect threat. She leaned her head closer to Priscilla and smiled. “If I were you, I would stop moving my legs. You know why? Because it makes me look at your boots. It makes me want to take your boots off. Once your boots are off, then your feet will be exposed. If there is one thing I really love about a ticklish woman such as yourself is that the feet are usually a nice target. Want me to explore your feet?” she taunted.
Priscilla’s eyes went large when she heard that threat towards her feet. She definitely did not want that to happen, and she stopped moving her legs. She did not want to go down that path because it would be hell on earth for her. “HAHAHAHA LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!” she simply yelled in response.
Isabel was very amused by Priscilla’s response to Rosa’s question. She thought about what Priscilla and her minions did to her feet. It was horrible and it really traumatized her. The thought of getting revenge against this woman and her feet sounded even more exciting. She kept thinking about all the pain this woman caused. She kept thinking about how she suffered twice. She was tortured and humiliated sexually. She also saw how much emotional trauma her daughter was in. The more and more she thought about it, the more she got angry. She was having fun at the moment but thought that perhaps she needed to be more ruthless. She wanted Priscilla to suffer. She wanted her screaming, just like the blond woman made her scream in ticklish agony. She looked at the exposed ribs and then applied her hands onto the ribcage and started to press into them trying to find the worst ticklish spots. “We are NOT going to leave you alone! You know what? We were too kind to you. I think you really need to…….suffer!” she yelled out.
Priscilla exploded in laughter when she felt those hands now squeezing and pressing into her ribs. That was always a very responsive area, and she couldn’t hold back. The aggressive nature of the tickling let her know that Isabel was getting more intense. That did not bode well for her because the earlier tickling was annoying and it bothered her, but it wasn’t quite torturous yet. Now that the hands were attacking her ribs, she could not hold back anymore. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WHAT ARE YOU DOING? THAT TICKLES!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA STOP IT NOW!!!” she screamed.
Rosa was surprised by the level of aggression that Isabel was showing at the moment. She knew the woman had to be getting angry and her thirst for revenge was really coming out now. She continued to play with Priscilla’s neck and ears and wanted to watch just how dangerous the mother of the outlaw could be. It made her wonder if Isabel taught La Diabla this torture method to begin with. She could see her hands really moving on those ribs and she shuddered a little. Her own ribs were highly ticklish and could understand the hell Priscilla was feeling right now. She looked at the face and saw the agony written all over it. She made eye contact with Priscilla and winked. “hehehe I bet that really tickles!” she teased.
Isabel felt her anger rising and loved the sound of that laughter. It was time to push this woman and make her suffer. Her hands probed the ribs and found a sweet spot on the lower ends of the ribs. That made the body start to jerk around and she loved it. She then decided to help hold Priscilla down. She paused her ribs tickling for a moment and then climbed on top of the table and straddled the upper thighs. She had her knees bent, with her feet sticking out behind her and she used her weight to hold the body down. Now, Priscilla wouldn’t be able to squirm away. She saw the criminal woman gasping for breath and she looked at Rosa. She smiled at her, then interlocked her fingers so she could crack her knuckles. It was torture time. “Look at me. I said LOOK AT ME!!!!” she yelled towards Priscilla.
Priscilla felt a wave of relief over her body when the rib tickling stopped. She started to take air into her lungs and needed a break. She was already still sore from the fight she was in with the outlaw and now she was getting weaker from the tickling. She felt something sitting on her and she saw that Isabel had climbed on top of her and sat on her legs. She noticed she was sitting close to the knees, which prevented her from planting her feet to gain leverage. The feeling of being trapped grew within her and she felt really nervous. Then she heard that loud voice of Isabel and looked up at her. She could see that anger in her face and knew this was not going to go well. “Please….let me go. You made your point.” she told her.
Isabel could tell her tickling so far bothered Priscilla. She could hear her trying to breathe and this surge of power flowed through her. Now it was time to make this woman scream. She wanted no mercy. She wanted to punish her. “You deserve this…….bitch.” she said in a calm tone, then put her hands on the exposed ribs and started to press into them.
“WHAT THE HELL?????!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP!!! STOP!!!!” Priscilla screamed as she felt those fingers now pushing and poking into her ribs. The hands were much stronger than she thought, and they were finding those places on her ribs that sent powerful ticklish shockwaves throughout her body. She tried to thrash her body around, but she couldn’t move her legs and with the hands on her ribs, she couldn’t move her torso too far. She couldn’t even hold in her laughter and saw that look of determination on Isabel’s face.
Rosa was surprised by the aggressiveness of Isabel. She saw her climb on top of the table and started tickling Priscilla. She watched her fingers pressed into the crevices between the ribs. That seemed to get a very good reaction from Priscilla, and she couldn’t help but smile. She wanted to let her get all her emotions out. She wanted Isabel to make this woman suffer for all the trouble she caused. It made her think of what she did to Sylvia. It was fun torturing her and now the mother of La Diabla was about to have that same feeling. “Hehehe she sure is ticklish. I am kind of surprised.” she laughed.
“Yes, she is. She is going to laugh for a while.” Isabel said when she glanced over at Rosa. She then turned her eyes back to the ribs and moved her fingers to the sides of the ribs and that produced a very loud squeal of ticklish laughter. She looked at Priscilla’s face and could see the agony written all over it. It felt good to torment her. It felt good to see her laughing uncontrollably. She pressed with a little more pressure to get her to squeal again and again and again. “Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. Just you and me. You are going to be tickled. I am going to embarrass you.” she told her in a calm voice.
Priscilla could barely hear Isabel’s words as those strong fingers kept finding those sensitive areas on her ribs. She wished she could protect them, but with her arms pinned to her sides, there was no way to protect herself. She closed her eyes for a moment and just let her laughter out. When the fingers pushed into the spots between her ribs near her breasts, that sent an intense shockwave throughout her entire body. She started to feel her body temperature rising and knew she had to get out of this, or she would truly suffer. She opened her eyes and saw Isabel looking right at her. She didn’t see a look of joy. She saw a look of vindictiveness and had a feeling this woman was turning into her daughter. It was the same look La Diabla gave her when she tortured her. She hoped that she would give her mercy. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP THIS PLEASE!!!! HAHAHAHAHA TOO MUCH!!! THIS IS TOO MUCH!!!!” she screamed.
“It is never too much. You deserve this. You deserve a LOT more. I think you need to suffer for your sins. You embarrassed me, Priscilla. You had me strapped down and you TORTURED me. Remember that? Remember how you treated me? HUH?” Isabel shouted back at Priscilla. She was starting to really let her emotions out as she recalled her own torture at the hands of this woman. She was viciously tickled and even forced to say things she did not want to say. The goal of Priscilla was to break her and humiliate her. Now, the more she tickled this evil woman, the more of that trauma started to come out. She wanted to see Priscilla truly suffer.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP!!!! PLEASE STOP!!!! MERCY!!!! MERCY!!!!” Priscilla screamed as the fingers continued to probe, press and tickle her ribs. She was feeling more and more ticklish as this went on and hoped that this woman was nothing like her daughter and would give her some mercy. She heard Isabel’s questions but was laughing too hard to respond. She looked over at Rosa, who seemed to be amused by everything. “HAHAHAHA HELP ME!!!! GET HER OFF OF ME!!!” she pleaded.
Rosa was truly enjoying herself as she watched Isabel really going after those ribs. She also loved listening to Priscilla’s laughter. It was a distinct sound. When she laughed really hard, it was more of a higher pitch. She saw her head move around and her body convulsing was fun to see. She could also hear that emotion coming out of Isabel. She understood that feeling. She knew it very well because she did the same thing, ironically to Isabel’s daughter. It was something Isabel needed. She needed to get that trauma out of her and make the person who caused it to regret it. She heard Priscilla pleading for her to help her and she smiled. “You want me to help you? That’s not happening. Hell, I want to join if I am being honest with you. You truly deserve this.” she told her.
Isabel had a small smile on her face when she heard Rosa telling Priscilla that she would not be helped. It allowed her to continue to make Priscilla scream. She saw Priscilla’s eyes when she was told that Rosa would not help her and she loved it. She could keep torturing Priscilla without any interference. She then moved her fingers towards the lower sides, near the hips. She found that area very responsive and gave some gentle squeezes there. She was rewarded with a very strong laugh, and she felt good. “Oooh! Is that a spot?” she teased.
“NOT THERE!!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Priscilla screamed when she felt those squeezes on her sides. She was always sensitive there and there were times when Julio would do that to her. It was a playful interaction between her and her husband, but this was far different. The squeezes were very firm and sent very intense ticklish shockwaves throughout her entire body. She really felt that urge to beg because it was getting to be a little too much for her. There was no break so far. She had her ribs tickled, and now her sides were getting squeezed.
“I guess it is. hehehe” Isabel giggled as she heard that response. Priscilla was a thin woman, but there was enough flesh for her to grab onto and do some gentle squeezing. She remembered when she was tickled there and how it drove her crazy. She looked at Priscilla’s mouth and it was wide open and that high pitched laughter was coming out of it. She could see the woman’s white teeth and felt this surge of satisfaction flowing through her body. She thought it would be fun to taunt her, and she grinned at it. “Awwww…..someone is like a ticklish little baby! Listen to the baby! She is so ticklish! Hehehe come on, keep laughing little baby. You are soooo cute!” she taunted.
Priscilla heard those taunts, and it angered her. Now she was being called a baby, and she hated it. Her laughter was being forced out of her because she was being tickled, not because she was some child. She looked at Isabel’s face and saw that look a mother would give to a baby. That silly grin. The way the eyes would light up. That teasing tone of the voice. She really hated that, and she had to lash out. “HAHAHAHAHAHA DON’T CALL ME A BABY YOU BITCH!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA I WILL GET YOU FOR THAT!!!” she laughed.
Isabel stopped her tickling and folded her arms. She heard that insult and it angered her. It was something she wanted to hear because now she could truly become vicious in her attacks. This woman was never going to change, and she was going to make her suffer. “Did you just call me a bitch? Are you serious? DID YOU JUST CALL ME A BITCH???!!!” she asked angrily.
Priscilla felt relief that the tickling had finally stopped. She felt her lungs starting to burn and she felt those post tickling tingles in her body. She took in huge gasps of air and tried to relax her body. She heard what Isabel said, and she realized her error. She was still very fearful that this woman could call back the outlaw and her life would be in danger. Her eyes went wide, and she felt the urge to panic. “I-I didn’t mean it! It just came out!” she told her.
“I think you DID mean it! You think I am a bitch, huh? Perhaps I should bring back Salem. I am the woman who saved your life, and I am the bitch? You sure are a stupid one. Rosa, can you get Salem for me please? Perhaps I should let…..LA DIABLA….make a return to this woman.” Isabel threatened. She didn’t really want her daughter to return, but she wanted to use that threat to make Priscilla fear for her life.
“Sure thing. I know exactly where she is. I am sure she wouldn’t mind coming back. When she does, I think she and Priscilla should be left alone to work out their problems together.” Rosa said and nodded her head. She had a feeling that Isabel was using the threat of La Diabla to keep Priscilla in line and wanted to go along with it. She knew it was a ruse because if she really wanted to kill Priscilla, she would have never made that emotional plea to the outlaw. She looked at Priscilla and could see the fear in her eyes. “You are one stupid bitch. Well, best of luck to you.” she told her and started to walk away.
“WAIT!!!! WAIT!!!! I’M SORRY!!! IT JUST CAME OUT AS AN ACCIDENT!!! DO NOT BRING HER BACK!!! PLEASE!!!” Priscilla screamed as she saw Rosa starting to walk away. The last thing she wanted was to bring back a very emotional and unstable La Diabla be alone with her. Her mind flashbacked to that gun being pointed at her head. She knew how serious the outlaw was and if it wasn’t for Isabel, she would be dead right now. She did not want to be in that moment ever again because Isabel was now angry with her.
“You better apologize. I can’t believe you called me a bitch. You are one stupid woman. Rosa, you can come back. We will let her slide for now.” Isabel said. She looked at Priscilla and she saw just how scared Priscilla was of her daughter at this point. Even though she made it a threat, she knew she could not leave her daughter anywhere near Priscilla. It took a heartfelt plea to get her from committing an execution and did not want to tempt fate. Now that she knew Priscilla was scared to her core, she would use it against her to keep torturing her. “Now, apologize to me. Say, I’m sorry Senora Veracruz….” she requested.
Priscilla felt ashamed when she heard that request. She was terrified of La Diabla returning and now had to make nice with her mother. She never wanted to be submissive to anyone, but she valued her life even more. She looked at Isabel and she had that look of someone who was in control. She hated herself, but she felt she had no other choice. “I’m sorry, Senora Veracruz.” she said in a humble tone.
“That’s better. You better had apologized! Now, where were we?” Isabel said with an evil smirk on her face. She loved the fact that she had control of Priscilla. Using her daughter’s name was going to be an effective tool to torture this woman. She then placed her fingers back on the ribs and started to tickle them once again. She moved them up and down the ribcage and heard Priscilla immediately break out in laughter. She loved doing this. The longer it went on, the more powerful she felt. She had this woman under her control and wanted to punish her. She smiled thinking about using those words again, and to see if Priscilla learned her lesson. “Look at the cute little baby! Hehehehehe she has tickly ribs! Kirtchy kitchy koo! I tickle you!!!” she joked.
Priscilla heard the baby talk once again and wanted to cuss out Isabel. She was being embarrassed and ridiculed and that really bothered her ego. But she did not want to incur Isabel’s wrath, so she had to endure it. She heard her being called a baby over and over again and the tickling was getting worse. She knew she would be in deep trouble if this did not stop. Her body was getting tired, and she knew from experience once that happens, her suffering would only increase. She let out her laughter and really wished she could curse Isabel. She started to think about if she ever got out of this, she would get her revenge one day. She had tortured Isabel and breaking her again would be satisfying. She just had to do it when the outlaw was not around. Then she felt a really tender squeeze in the mid area of her ribs and that was a very delicate spot. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU GOT TO STOP!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE STOP THIS AT ONCE!!!” she laughed.
“Nope. Why should I? Baby likes being tickled. I love the sound of her cute little laugh. Kitchy kitchy koo!! Hehehehe tickle tickle tickle!” Isabel continued to tease in a baby talk way. She loved feeling the body squirming under her touch. The thrill of tickling someone became addictive, and she wondered who else she could tickle. She thought about her friends and wondered if she could sneak in tickles on them. That would be a lot of fun. She saw the ticklish agony increasing on Priscilla’s face and she kept going.
Rosa was really enjoying the interaction between these two. She thought it was really cute listening to Isabel mocking Priscilla and calling her a baby. She knew that had to bother the criminal woman. She knew her ego was very large, so to be reduced to a crying little girl had to affect her. She saw the gleam in Isabel’s eyes and knew she was truly starting to enjoy all of this. She was growing fond of Isabel and could tell she was a nice, caring and charismatic woman. She hoped to have a normal conversation with her after all of this was over. She giggled to herself when she heard another high-pitched squeal coming from Priscilla’s mouth when Isabel had squeezed the ribs close to the chest area. She had found a really good spot and was impressed with the tickling abilities. “You are getting her really good. Hehehehe I don’t think anyone ever heard her scream like this before. Who would have ever thought that Priscilla Montenegro would be a ticklish little baby….” she taunted.
Priscilla heard Rosa now mocking her and calling her a baby. Now this was starting to be really embarrassing, and she just couldn’t do anything but laugh. The rib tickling was wearing her down and all she wanted to do was escape from it. She then felt the fingers leaving her ribs and they went right back to her sides. Before she could even get a break, she felt the hands on her hip bones and sheer panic came out from her lips. “NO!!!! LET GO OF ME!! I COMMAND YOU!!!! LET GO OF ME!!!!” she screamed as the hands rested on those spots.
“You command me? Hehehe how cute. Baby thinks she is in charge. What’s the matter, little girl? Can’t handle a little……squeeze?” Isabel mocked, then started to squeeze the hipbones. She remembered when her own were squeezed and it produced an intense ticklish feeling throughout her entire body. Now it was time to do the same to Priscilla. She squeezed those hips and felt the body immediately tense up and now she heard a horrific and powerful laugh. “Hahaha how cute!” she smiled.
“AAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOOO!!!! STOP!!!! PLEASE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP!!!!” Priscilla screamed when she felt those squeezes on her hipbones. That sensation rocked her, and she wasn’t ready to handle that kind of intensity. She was losing her strength, and her lungs were burning. She could feel how hot her face was and now she was getting into that ticklish agony where her body wouldn’t be able to withstand this kind of torture that much longer. She tried to thrash her body around, doing anything she could to dislodge Isabel, but it wasn’t working. With the woman sitting on her legs, she couldn’t gain any leverage to knock her off. She was taller than both women but still could not move at all. The squeezes were pulsating within her and she was in sheer agony. She closed her eyes and just let her laughter out. She was in deep ticklish trouble and there was nothing she could do.
“Look at her laugh! Awwww…..for such an evil bitch, she is soooooooo cute when she laughs! Maybe you should stop being evil. You are a pretty woman, but your pure black heart makes you so ugly! If you learn to let love inside, and keep laughing like you are now, then perhaps your life wouldn’t be so miserable.” Isabel told her. She wanted to keep breaking down Priscilla’s ego. She wanted to make her remember this moment forever. She really hated this woman, but in a sense, felt bad for her. She didn’t think Priscilla truly felt love. She was devoid of it and hoped one day this woman could have compassion within her. It would also prolong her life and make it happier.
Rosa heard what Isabel said, and it made her wonder. Could someone as cold and evil as Priscilla change? She doubted it but then she remembered La Diabla. She knew that woman was cold hearted and cruel. The acts she committed during her tenure with El Guapo’s gang were in fact very evil. But she also saw some compassion and love within her. This entire ordeal showed her that La Diabla was capable of love. She really saw the love for Isabel. She also saw some compassion towards Darby. Things started to make sense to her. Darby was always hesitant to blame La Diabla from the sex trafficking ring. She had a feeling that they knew each other in secret and were friends. She remembered La Diabla even saying that she loved Darby and the others when she was threatening to kill Priscilla. Darby was the most noble woman she ever met and if she was friends with La Diabla, that meant the outlaw was not that same woman she knew. Rosa wondered if she and La Diabla could ever become friends. It was really strange thinking of that possibility, but being around Isabel, witnessing what happened and knowing Darby was ok with it, the possibility was there. She then lost her concentration when she heard another ticklish shriek coming from Priscilla. That woman was going through a lot at the moment, and she felt really good about it. “You are not kidding. She really IS a ticklish little baby. Such a cute laugh. Maybe she should stop being evil and like you said, let love inside.” she teased.
Priscilla heard both women talking about her and she hated it. The tickling was relentless and driving her crazy. Hearing them talk about love bothered her. She loved her husband very much and that was genuine love. She didn’t like others and for them to tell her to be weak like them seeped into her ego. She craved money and power and now she was seeking revenge if she lived past all of this. Then she felt the fingers leaving her sides and a rush of relief flowed over her. She started to gasp for air and felt beads of sweat trickling down her face. “You have to……hehehee…..stop torturing me…… just let me go.” she wheezed.
“Oh, you think we are through? I am not done with you, ticklish baby.” Isabel teased. She saw Priscilla’s face becoming a mess and she felt like she should punish her more. She wanted Priscilla to suffer as much as possible. She wanted to puncture that ego once and for all. She thought about her own humiliation from this woman and now it was time to return the favor. She looked at the heaving chest and knew Priscilla’s lungs had to be burning. She had to be desperate for air. It was time to keep pushing but before she tickled her again, she wanted to embarrass her. A thought came to her mind, and she hoped Rosa wouldn’t mind what she had in store. “Rosa? I am going to embarrass her right now. I hope you don’t mind, or think I am going too far.” she told the soldier.
“Isabel, do what you must do. I don’t mind. She could use a little humility. What do you have in mind?” Rosa asked. She could see a gleam in Isabel’s eyes and was curious about how she wanted to embarrass the exhausted blond woman.
“When she had me captive, she thoroughly humiliated me. I love life. I love to smile and dance and sing. I am very outgoing, but I have some shyness about myself. I have modesty and dignity. This woman took that away from me. Now, I return the favor…..” Isabel responded. She then looked at Priscilla’s bra and wanted to take it off. She wanted to expose the breasts and make her feel just as ashamed as she was when her chest was exposed. She reached forward and then underneath Priscilla’s body. She had found the bra clasp and got it done quickly. Since Priscilla was too focused on breathing and recovering from that ticklish assault, it made it easier for her to do this. Once she got it undone, she then placed her hands on the edges of the bra cups. She started to slowly pull them up and upwards towards the head. It was time to see Priscilla’s breasts and she really looked forward to seeing what they looked like. “What do we have under here?” she asked teasingly.
Priscilla continued to breathe hard and did her best to recover. She was feeling extra sensitive and prayed the torture would stop soon, or it would get worse. After torturing so many women like this, she knew the tickling would get worse over time. She did not want to suffer anymore. Then her eyes popped wide open when she felt the cups of her bra lifting up! The realization that her breasts were about to be exposed produced great panic within her and she was in shock. “W-What are you doing? Let go of that! DON’T YOU DARE!!!!! ISABEL, DON’T YOU DARE!!!!” she screamed.
Isabel smiled when she heard those words because it meant that Priscilla wasn’t the type to go around flashing her breasts to everyone. She had some modesty about herself, so taking the bra off the breasts would surely puncture her ego. She saw the panic and heard those desperate pleas. She felt really good inside that she was about to humiliate her. She pushed the cups off the chest and the bra now rested near Priscilla’s collarbones. The naked breasts were exposed, and she gasped. She hated Priscilla, but she was impressed with her breasts. They were a size C with a very nice curve and roundness to them. The small nipples had that light pink color on them and they looked really nice. She could see Priscilla blushing and that made her feel very powerful. “Wow!! Priscilla Montenegro! You have BEAUTIFUL BREASTS!!! Look at them! Impressive. Very impressive!” she grinned.
Rosa was stunned as she witnessed what happened. Isabel had just pulled up Priscilla’s bra off her chest and now her breasts were exposed. She could see those large breasts and was impressed. They looked like they were in great shape and those pink nipples looked amazing. This was an amazing moment, and it also made her realize that Isabel had some outlaw tendencies herself. She was trying to humiliate Priscilla, and this would definitely do it. “Wow, those are very nice. I mean, those are some really nice-looking tits. Priscilla, you should be proud.” she said as her eyes continued to stare at the mounds.
Priscilla felt mortified as her breasts were exposed and both women were looking at them. She was always proud of her chest and loved showing them off to her husband. Now, they were looking at them to embarrass her and her face turned red with shame. She saw the look of joy in their eyes and it really bothered her. She felt even more helpless and wondered what else they were going to do to her to further humiliate her. “I-I can’t believe you are looking at my breasts….” she said meekly.
“Of course I am looking at your breasts. Remember when you looked at mine? Remember the comments you made when you saw them? You have no idea just how embarrassing that was for me. You really hurt me at that moment, so it is only fitting that I see yours. They are really nice. I like the color of your nipples.” Isabel told her. She remembered that moment when her own breasts were stripped naked in front of Priscilla, Pilar and Maria. It was very humiliating, and they were cooing and making comments about her mounds. Seeing Priscilla feeling embarrassed right now felt really good inside and she started to feel a little vindictive. She remembered what else they did to her breasts and now it was time to do the same to Priscilla.
Rosa heard Isabel’s words, and her heart went out to her. It appeared that during captivity, Priscilla had exposed Isabel’s breasts, which had to humiliate the woman. She understood what that was like because her own breasts had been exposed before during a torture session, ironically by the daughter of the same woman humiliating Priscilla. She knew Priscilla must have felt ashamed and it gave her some delight. The criminal woman definitely deserved to feel that way after all the hell she put a lot of people through. She wondered what Isabel was about to do next. “Those nipples do like really nice. It is surprising that a bitch like her has nice features.” she grinned.
“I know, right? Well, let’s see if they are responsive to touch. Like mine are. You discovered that, right? You probably did it to me because you know how it feels…..” Isabel said in a sadistic tone. She started to feel that anger within her and she really wanted to make Priscilla rue the day she ever messed with her. It had been a long time since she played with another woman’s nipples. She reached her right hand forward and gently touched the left nipple. She heard that gasp from Priscilla and it made her smile. She could see the look of shock on Priscilla’s face and knew she had this woman right where she wanted her. She used her thumb and index finger to gently rub, pull and squeeze the bud. An idea came to her head, and she felt a thrill in her body. She started to have an evil giggle and tried to control herself. There were moments of her own past that started to come out and she had to be careful. “Doesn’t this feel good?” she asked in a soft voice.
Priscilla was still in a state of shock that her breasts were exposed. Now, that mature woman was touching her left nipple and she didn’t know what to say or how to react. It was unbelievable that she was in this position. She was near death, and now her body was being played with. She also felt her nipples stiffening and that really concerned her. It was as though Isabel was very much like her daughter. She knew how to sexually tease another woman and if that was the case, she knew she was in a lot of trouble. “Stop doing that. Please stop touching my nipple.” she said in shock.
“Why should I? You played with mine. Isn’t it fair that I play with yours? I like pretty nipples. I hate you with every fiber of my being, but I can still admit you have some very pretty nipples.” Isabel teased as she continued to play with the bud. She noticed the nipples were getting stiff and her revenge plan was really starting to take effect. She wanted to get Priscilla aroused and then really torment her. She remembered how it happened to her and now she was going to pay this woman back in the same way.
Rosa didn’t know what to say. She saw how Isabel was playing with that pink nipple, and her mind was in a whirlwind. She thought what Isabel was doing was justified, and it was also very erotic. Her own nipples were once played with like that, and she knew what it could do to a woman’s body in this situation. She still felt bad for Isabel for having to go through this kind of misery. Priscilla must have really tormented her, and it was all coming out now. She wondered how far Isabel was going to go with Priscilla. She decided she would let her go as far as she wanted, as long as she didn’t try to kill the evil woman. “Is it getting hot in here?” she joked.
Priscilla looked over at Rosa and could tell she was amused by all of this. She then felt her nipple get squeezed and she winced. Then the other hand of Isabel started to touch her right nipple. That gave her a bigger reaction because her nipples were already feeling sensitive. They were both getting to be rock hard and she feared the worst. She was going to get aroused, and Isabel was going to torture her. She started to try and move her chest around, which made her large mammaries shake around. “Leave me alone! Stop touching me!” she yelled out.
“Look at those tits shake! Hehehehe Maybe you should become an exotic dancer! You have some really nice breasts. I bet you show them off to your gang, don’t you?” Isabel taunted. The urge to further embarrass her prisoner grew and she wanted to embarrass her the same way she was. She then thought of a fun idea. It happened to her, and now it was going to happen to Priscilla. “Hey, since you like to shake your tits around, let me help with that. I want to hear your giggle too.” she said, then started to flutter her fingers on the undersides of the breasts.
“Heheheheheeh HEY!!!! DON’T DO THAT! DON’T YOU DARE…..” Priscilla yelled out, then stopped herself because she did not want to say the word. She felt those fingers tickling the undersides of her breasts and it already started to drive her crazy. She was always sensitive there and La Diabla always took great joy in tormenting her there. Now her mother was doing it, and it wasn’t any better. She shook her chest around and even though she knew it was being done to embarrass her, she had no choice because it tickled a lot.
“Don’t I dare do what? Were you going to say…….tickle? hehehe” Isabel teased and the moved her fingers faster on that very delicate skin. She knew how torturous this kind of tickling could be and now that Priscilla was experiencing it, she really felt good inside. She loved the way the blond woman was shaking her chest around, desperately trying to avoid her tickling fingers. She wanted to keep punishing her and making her squeal. She wanted to make sure this woman never forgets this, and she started to use the tips of her nails. That produced a loud, ticklish shriek and she loved it. “Oooh!!! Someone is REALLY ticklish on her breasts! Tickle tickle tickle!” she smiled.
Rosa watched Isabel’s fingers tickle those breasts and she was very amused. She also felt a tingle of arousal because those breasts were swaying wildly. She could see the ticklish agony all over Priscilla’s face and knew that woman had to be suffering. It was fun watching all of this unfolding. She wanted to help Isabel torture Priscilla, but at this moment, she wanted the wonderful woman to have some revenge. She still wanted to help with Priscilla’s feet because she wanted to slip her fingers between the toes and make this woman lose her mind. She licked her lips thinking about that and enjoying the visual in front of her. Those pink nipples were very stiff and that laughter from Priscilla was very enjoyable. “Hehehe I hate to admit this, but her laughter is very cute.” she teased.
Priscilla felt those nails on her breasts, and she lost it. The feeling was growing more intense, and she was getting desperate. She did not want this to keep happening and had no idea how to escape. Her arms were helplessly to her sides, and her chest was completely exposed and vulnerable to being tickled. She closed her eyes and imagined how she must have looked. She was being tormented by a woman that was much older than her and there was nothing she could do about it. She opened her eyes and looked over at Rosa. She had to try and get the soldier to help her. “HAHAHAHAHA HELP ME!!! MAKE HER STOP!!! MAKE HER STOP!!!!” she yelled.
“Why should I? You deserve this. I like watching her tickle your tits. You should just lie there and enjoy every moment of it. hehehe” Rosa teased. She loved that desperate look on Priscilla’s face. Seeing this woman being brought down to earth was a rewarding feeling. She wondered what future repercussions there would be because the Montenegro gang would not like their queen to be captured. She put that thought away for the moment and wanted to enjoy Priscilla’s ticklish misery.
Isabel loved the way those breasts were shaking. She loved the way the nipples were swinging around, and her idea of revenge really started to take hold in her mind. Her excitement grew because she wanted to torment Priscilla’s mind in many different ways. She then slowed down her breast tickling and felt the urge to just make this woman pay. She slowly moved her hands away from the mounds. She then folded her arms and wanted to let Priscilla breathe for a moment. She wanted her to be coherent enough for her next move. She saw her gasping for air, and her face was flushed. She could see how sweaty she was becoming, and it felt good inside knowing she was causing her some misery. She looked over at Rosa, who seemed to be really enjoying this moment and winked at her. Then she looked back at Priscilla and after a few moments, it was time to address her. “Doing, ok?” she joked.
Priscilla could still feel all those tingles throughout her body even though the tickling had stopped. She felt her lungs burning and her body was hot, but what really got to her was how embarrassed she really was. Isabel was systematically breaking her down and desperation within her body was growing. She did not want to keep getting tickled. She hated being in this position and had to resort to begging. She was always a very proud woman, and these torture moments always made her miserable emotionally. It happened twice before with La Diabla. The last time she was tortured by the outlaw, it was the worst experience of her life. The outlaw had tormented her everywhere. She was forced to apologize to Cheyenne, and she feared that she was going to get shot between her legs. That broke her ego, and it took a very long time for her to heal emotionally and mentally over that moment. Now, she was helpless again and those memories were coming back. She could feel that misery she felt, and it really bothered her. She needed this torture to stop, or all that emotional trauma would return full force. “Isabel, please, you have to stop this. You already made your point. You already humiliated me. You got your revenge. PLEASE STOP!!!! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?” she yelled in frustration.
“What do I want from you? Hmmmmm…..good question. Well, for starters, a simple apology would be a good start.” Isabel said, looking at the woman as though she was scolding a child.
Priscilla looked at Isabel in shock. She wanted an apology. That really brought back memories of that torment in Santa Selena. She still hated Cheyenne and her cuteness and still hated that she had to apologize to her. Now, she was forced to apologize again, and she really hated doing that. Even when she was at fault, she never liked doing it. She could see the gleam in Isabel’s eyes and knew more torture would be coming if she refused. “An apology? Will you stop tormenting me if I do it?” she asked.
“It would be a nice start. So, are you going to apologize to me or what? Or should I play with these nipples of yours again?” Isabel teased. She loved the way Priscilla was displaying fear. She had her right where she wanted and relished the moment.
“I already apologized. Come on, Isabel. You have gone far enough already. Just let meeeeeeeeeeee hahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP!!!!!” Priscilla screamed as she felt those fingers on the undersides of her breasts again. It was more aggressive, and she couldn’t hold back. She saw that wicked look in Isabel’s eyes and this woman was truly trying to torture her. She really did not want to travel down that road and apologize. Irt would make her feel weak and helpless and she just couldn’t bring herself to doing it.
Rosa giggled to herself when she saw Isabel tickling Priscilla’s breasts again. She was really starting to enjoy the way the mother of La Diabla was torturing her victim. She liked her aggressive style and if she made Priscilla apologize, it would be a major win. Priscilla was definitely a ticklish woman. There was no doubt that her body was very responsive. That started to make her wonder about the feet. Would this woman be really ticklish on her feet. So far, every criminal she encountered on this journey had some ticklish feet, including a trained assassin. The thought of Priscilla howling in laughter got her excited and she decided to help influence Isabel. “Hehehe she sure is ticklish on her tits. She could just apologize but she refused. Not very smart. But I think I know of a way to get her to apologize. I think I know a weak spot she surely must have.” she told her.
Isabel heard Rosa’s voice and looked over at her. She could see the smile on the soldier’s face and loved it. She kept tickling the undersides of the breasts and really enjoyed listening to Priscilla laugh. She was destroying the woman slowly and it felt really good to get some revenge. She heard her talking about a weak spot and was curious as to what Rosa was thinking. “A weak spot, huh? Where do you think her weak spot is? I found some good ones already. There is another?” she asked with a wink.
“Well……my guess is this woman might have some very……ticklish…..feet. hehehehe I can just sense it. I bet her feet are sensitive to touch. That is usually a woman’s weakness, is it not?” Rosa said with a smirk on her face. She loved the idea of tickling Priscilla’s feet, and she wanted to do the toe torture technique and really break this woman.
“Ooooh!!!! You’re right! I bet her feet are really ticklish! Everywhere else seems to be and I bet hers are no different.” Isabel said with a gleam in her eyes. She slowed down her breast tickling and looked at Priscilla’s tickle-worn face. She saw that sweat really starting to come out and saw her gasping for air. The skin was still red from all the stress, and she knew she could continue to punish her. “Priscilla…..look at me.” she told her.
Priscilla looked up and saw Isabel’s face. She saw that look of dominance, and it really bothered her. She hated being a victim and she was helpless at the moment. The breast tickling really drove her crazy and she really hated that her nipples were still very hard. Now, her tormentor seemed to be happy about something which meant it was not going to be good for her. “What? Are you going to let me go now?” she asked.
“Hehehehe you silly woman, of course not. I am not done with you yet. I want to see if you remember something. When you had me tied down to this table and you tortured me, do you remember what happened when you got to my feet? Remember how much you and those other bitches had fun with them? Do you remember how much torture I went through? It was horrible. I never laughed so hard, and you and they just kept going after my feet. I am very ticklish there. Remember?” Isabel teased. She started to have flashbacks when Priscilla and her minions tickle tortured her feet. They drove her absolutely crazy, and it really broke her down. The thrill of returning the favor got stronger and she wanted to make sure Priscilla felt it.
Priscilla’s eyes went wide when she heard those questions. She did remember tormenting the feet of Isabel. It was a lot of fun for her and her associates. She loved the way the feet were. They were designed like La Diabla’s with the high arch. The feet were very ticklish, and she knew they really tortured her. Now she knew they were about to go after her own feet. That fear hit her like a ton of bricks, and she started to panic. She definitely did not want her own feet touched. “NO!!!! Y-You wouldn’t?!” she yelled out.
“Wouldn’t what? You sound kind of nervous there, Priscilla. I am simply asking if you remember what you did to my feet.” Isabel smiled. She knew Priscilla was in deep fear and that really gave her a thrill. It meant that this woman’s feet were probably going to be extremely ticklish. “I think I should do the same to yours…..” she threatened.
“NO!!!! ISABEL!!!! Look, you got me back. You got me back good! There is no need to torture me. Listen, you are not like your daughter, right? I mean, you wouldn’t be evil like her and just torture someone. You are better than that! I have learned my lesson. You win!” Priscilla frantically begged. She did not want her feet touched at all. After being tortured already, if they touched her feet, she would lose it because she was already tired.
“You must be the stupidest woman ever. Did you really just insult Salem like that in front of me? My daughter is not evil. She is not YOU. My motivation for torturing you right now is partially because of what you did to me. What matters more is your hurt Salem. Her pain is MY pain. Oh yeah, I am going to make you pay. Now, let’s get those boots off of you and see what happens.” Isabel responded. She did not like Priscilla insulting her daughter. She felt anger in her body because even though the woman was near death, she still insulted her precious child. Torturing her was deserved and she looked forward to it. She looked over at Rosa and smiled. “Can you remove her boots please? I will tickle her breasts while you do it, then her feet…….are mine.” she requested.
“With pleasure!” Rosa said, then went towards the foot of the table. She could hear the passion and emotion in Isabel’s voice when she was talking about La Diabla. She knew that woman truly loved the outlaw, and it was kind of heartwarming. She knew just how much La Diabla loved her mother, and it was going to be fun to see Priscilla laugh her head off. She made it to the foot of the table and could see those black leather boots Priscilla was wearing. She could see Isabel’s back and how she was still seated on Priscilla’s tied up legs. She could also see the bottoms of Isabel’s boots and thought about what was said. Isabel had gone through horrible tickle torture, and her feet were a target. She imagined what the feet must look like and felt bad that she went through it. Her own feet were tortured before and knew how devastating it could be. Now it was time for Priscilla to experience the same fate. She grabbed a hold of the right boot by the heel and started to tug. Because Priscilla’s legs were tied and immobile due to Isabel sitting on them, the boot started to slide off with no resistance. She felt it coming off the heel and she got really excited. The feet seemed big, probably because of Priscilla’s height. She really wanted to see what they looked like and soon, the boot slipped off! She looked at the black socked foot and grinned. Looking at the shape of the foot, it was narrow, and when she looked at the empty boot, she discovered it was a size 10. “Oooooh, big feet!” she joked.
Priscilla started to giggle when she felt her breasts being softly touched again. It didn’t tickle as much because Isabel was softly running her fingertips over them, and it sent chills. She also felt a panic within herself when she felt her boot coming off. She was scared because they were going to go after her sensitive feet. She couldn’t prevent Rosa from removing the boot and once it came off, a deep sense of dread washed over her. She knew her feet were in ticklish danger, and she couldn’t stop them. “Please, Isabel! Leave my feet alone! Please don’t do this to me. It is CRUEL!” she begged.
“I know it is. You did it to me! You didn’t seem to care. In fact, you seemed to enjoy watching my feet get tickled. Just like I will do when I get my hands on your feet. You have got big feet, huh? Oh, I am really going to have a good time.” Isabel taunted. She kept getting more and more excited knowing she could truly torment Priscilla. She could hear Rosa having fun removing the boots and making jokes about Priscilla’s larger feet. She couldn’t wait to see them and have her ticklish way with them.
Rosa finished slipping off the left boot and held both boots in the air. She felt like she just got new trophies and smiled. Now, Priscilla’s socked feet were exposed and very vulnerable. She wanted to tear into the feet and have some fun, but Isabel deserved first crack at them. Plus, she could have Isabel tickle them until Priscilla lost her mind, then she would come in and go after the toes. That would surely finish the woman off and she looked forward to that moment. “Ok, her boots are off! She really does have big feet. Hehehehe” she joked.
Isabel smiled when she heard Rosa telling her the boots were off. Now it was time for her to have some fun. She slowly got off of Priscilla and off the table. She saw Priscilla immediately squirming and trying to bend her legs. She could tell how desperate she was, and she looked at Rosa. “Hey, can you sit on her while I play with her feet? She moves around too much.” she smiled.
“Sure!!! Hehehe” Rosa said, then quickly mounted the table and sat on Priscilla’s legs. She positioned herself so she could face the feet. She wanted to see Isabel tickle destroy them with a clear view. Priscilla’s upper body was behind her and even though she wouldn’t be able to see the ticklish agony all over that face, she would surely hear the desperate screaming and watching those feet flail away. “Have fun! Hehe” she giggled.
Isabel was now facing the helpless feet and could see the bottoms of those black socks. Rosa’s assessment was correct. The feet were a larger size and knowing that they were going to be hers to play with sent a tingle between her legs. She thought about tickling the feet through the socks first but decided to go after the naked feet. She was tormented on her own feet through her stockings, which were now ruined, and her bare feet. She wanted to just torture this woman with no mercy. No teasing, no delays, just pure tickle hell. She reached her hands forwards and found the top of the right sock. She started to quickly pull the sock down. She saw the light skin appearing from under the pants and she peeled the sock off the heel. A rush of excitement filled her body as she saw the skin of the heel. The skin was creamy, and she continued to peel the sock off. She saw the arch which was well defined on this narrow sole. Once the ball of the foot appeared, she got really excited. Now, it was just a matter of exposing the toes and she plucked the sock off and tossed it over her shoulder. Isabel’s eyes went wide with excitement as she saw those long toes. They were skinny but not finger like. The big toe was prominent, and the rest of the toes descended in length. She could see the pale skin on the undersides of the toes and thought the foot looked nice overall. The skin looked soft and didn’t see any visible callouses. “Hmmmmm….I am really surprised to see how pretty your foot is. Nice! I like it!” she teased.
Priscilla felt ashamed as she listened to both Rosa and Isabel talking about her feet. She started to blush when she heard them saying how pretty her foot was. She knew her feet were pretty but hated this moment. She had endured this before and knew this was not going to go well. She felt her toes being slightly pulled and it sent some ticklish sensations throughout her body. She had a lot of fear of having her feet tickled and she had to do something. “Leave my feet alone. Please. Just…..just don’t touch them and put my sock back on.” she said in a soft voice.
“Sounds like someone doesn’t want us to look at her naked feet. Heheheh well, she saw mine, so I will see hers. Let’s get this other one off so we can begin.” Isabel responded. There was a rush of excitement flowing through her because Priscilla sounded really nervous and she wasn’t screaming. That made her believe that these feet were going to be really ticklish and they could truly torture this woman. She reached for the left sock, and started to pull it downwards. She saw that pale skin again, and then the sock came off the heel. She saw that creamy skin and grinned. The more the sock came off the foot, the more excited she got. She saw that arch appearing and knew it must have been sensitive. The skin looked soft, so she would get a good response from her prisoner. Then the ball of the foot appeared and she licked her lips. She was very close to getting her revenge and she was going to truly enjoy every single moment of it. Flashbacks kept appearing in her own mind when her feet were tortured by Priscilla and her minions. They were relentless and it was something she would never forget. Now, it was this woman’s turn to experience that nightmare. Isabel plucked the sock off the toes and now, Priscilla’s feet were both bare. She saw those two narrow soles next to each other with those long toes, well defined arch and that creamy skin. They looked helpless but also looked very nice to her. It had been a while since she truly paid attention to the bottoms of a woman’s feet, but now that she was, they looked really appealing. “There we go!! Two naked feet! I sure hope you are comfortable, Priscilla, because soon you won’t be….” she warned.
Rosa saw the tops of the two naked feet, and she smiled. She wished she could see the soles, but the top view looked very nice. She saw the perfectly trimmed natural nails and could tell the toes were long. The skin on the tops of the feet looked really smooth and judging by the way Priscilla was already reacting, those feet were going to be very ticklish. She couldn’t wait until she did her toe torture method which would surely send this woman into total ticklish agony. “For such an evil bitch, she sure does have some really nice feet. Just like her tits are nice. Makes you wonder how someone so evil can have such a nice-looking body.” she teased.
Priscilla closed her eyes and felt the shame of what was happening. These women were truly humiliating her, and it bore into her soul. She was about to get tortured, and it was not going to be easy. She could tell by the tones in their voices they wanted to really make her suffer. She felt her emotions becoming overwhelming and she tried to maintain her dignity. If there was one thing she could do at this moment, it was to try and keep her dignity. Then she felt a single stroke up the sole of her right foot and her foot twitched. She felt another soft stroke, and it tickled her. Her feet were very sensitive and now they were beginning the torture. She knew an exhausted body was more susceptible to ticklish feelings and she was tired from the earlier tickling. “Listen to me! You don’t have to do this! You captured hehehe me!” she yelled and let a giggle slip out.
“Yes, we captured you. Just like you captured me. You tied me down, and you tickled me. So, stop complaining and just laugh…” Isabel said, not feeling any empathy at all for her blond enemy. She did a few quick strokes on the bottom of the right foot and could tell the skin was pretty soft. She then fluttered her fingers up the left sole and got a very nice giggle out of Priscilla. She started to feel that excitement really building up because she could make this woman truly suffer. She had ticklish feet, and it was time to make her lose her mind. She grabbed the top of the right foot with her left hand and then started to flutter her fingers on the right hand up and down the sole. They focused on the arch area, and she could feel the foot straining to get free in her hand. The left foot moved over to try and block her fingers, but she simply tickled that sole and saw it quickly move away and heard a very cute shriek coming out from Priscilla. Her excitement grew because Priscilla’s laughter was getting stronger and her fingers moved faster. She found a nice spot on the instep, and loved the reaction. “Listen to her!! Looks like a crime boss has very ticklish feet! No wonder she enjoyed tickling mine. It was because hers are even worse! Maybe she was trying to find someone more ticklish than she was! hehe” she taunted.
Rosa giggled when she heard what Isabel said. She could hear that taunting tone and loved it. She had a feeling that somehow La Diabla learned her style from her mother. She could see some of the outlaw’s tickling style coming from Isabel and she knew Priscilla was in a world of trouble. She saw the nails on the right foot barely peeking out from Isabel’s hand and could tell she had a firm grip on that foot. She could see her fingers moving and knew that Priscilla had to be really feeling them. She could hear her increasing the volume in her laughter and it sounded wonderful. It felt good knowing that Priscilla was getting her just desserts. This woman had really caused havoc on several women’s lives. She thought about poor Rocio, who was kidnapped from this town due to Priscilla’s orders, and she looked forward to bringing her back home. She thought about Isabel and how it also caused her daughter to do some evil acts. This entire experience gave her new insight, and she knew she could grow from all of it. She then heard a loud squeal, and she smiled. She looked over at Isabel and her fingers seemed to be moving very fast. “Hehehehe is she ticklish?” she asked jokingly.
“Hehehehe yes. Oh yes, she is. hahahaha” Isabel smiled back. She looked down at her hand and saw how her fingers were now in the middle of that arch. She could see them touching that soft skin and it looked amazing to her. She just loved touching this delicate skin and the reaction she was getting was mesmerizing. She wanted to find the worst spots on this foot and the arch was very reactive. She then moved her fingers to the ball of the foot. She wanted to see if the skin was tougher there, and it wasn’t. It seemed very tender. It wasn’t as tender as the arch, but it was not a rough feeling. She wondered what would happen if she used her nails and started to scrape them across the ball of the foot. She almost lost her grip on the foot and heard a loud ticklish shriek coming from Priscilla. An evil smile formed on her face, and she really loved that reaction. “Oooh!!!! Did I find a really ticklish spot? Huh? Let’s do that again!” she grinned.
Priscilla was already in agony from the tickling of her arch which was really sensitive, but when those nails hit the ball of her foot, she lost it. The way they scraped across that skin sent very intense ticklish shockwaves throughout her body and she couldn’t help but shriek in ticklish agony. She tried to pull her foot free, but Isabel had a really good grip on her foot. She felt those nails move up and down the ball of the foot surface area, moving to the inside edge, across the middle of the area and then to the outside edge. The nails were slow and deliberate, and the movement really made her suffer. Her eyes were shut tight, and she just let the laughter out because she was forced to do so. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ISABEL!!!! HAHAHAHAHA STOP!!!! PLEASE STOP!!!! HAHAHAHA IT’S TOO MUCH!!! IT TICKLES DAMMIT!!!!” she roared.
Isabel simply smiled when she heard those screams. She didn’t care Priscilla was suffering. The main thing was that she did suffer. She loved the way her fingers moved across the ball of the foot, so she did it again. Her nails went in a zig zag motion from the inside edge, across the center of the area, all the way to the outside edge. She loved the reaction, and it was hypnotic the way she was using her nails. She squeezed the foot tighter to hold it steady and then moved her nails right back down and into the arch. That really seemed to push Priscilla into another level of agony because the foot nearly came free from her grip. She chuckled to herself because there was no doubt that Priscilla’s ticklish weakness was her feet. She moved her nails directly into the center of the arch and just skittered them very quickly in that area. “Laugh Priscilla. I want you to laugh and laugh and laugh. I want you to remember how you tortured me. Remember what you did to my feet. No matter how much I begged for mercy, you gave me NONE. So, you get no mercy too. I am just going to keep tickling you until you die.” she told her in a very ruthless tone.
Priscilla heard those words, and it sent a chill down her spine. She was about to suffer a lot, and she couldn’t do anything to stop her. Rosa was still sitting on her, so she couldn’t even move. Her upper body was shaking everywhere, and her breasts were wobbling freely. None of that mattered because the nails in her arch were overwhelming her. They were relentless in the tickling, and she had no idea how she was going to survive this. She prayed that Isabel had some love in her heart and would stop it. Then she shrieked again when the nails focused on her very delicate instep. The sensation was very intense and if it wasn’t for Rosa sitting on her, she probably would have gone through the ceiling. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ISABEL!!!! HAHAHAHAHA ISABEL PLEASE!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE STOP!!!” she begged.
Rosa was mesmerized by the whole scene. The way Priscilla was laughing sent chills throughout her body. That woman was definitely in pure ticklish hell. She understood what it felt like to be in that position. La Diabla tormented her feet ruthlessly, as well as her friend, and it was such a spirit breaking feeling. Being tickled playfully was one thing, but ruthless torture was another. When Darby demonstrated that toe tickling technique on her toes, it was very intense and drove her crazy, but it was done with mercy. It was fun. When the outlaw tickled her, that was torture, and it was a much different feeling. Priscilla was experiencing that same feeling now. She also felt bad for Isabel. She noticed the mature woman kept mentioning when her feet were tickled by Priscilla. She couldn’t imagine the poor woman going through that. She knew Isabel must have truly suffered and been completely humiliated by the same woman screaming now. She also learned that Isabel had her own chest exposed and that really made her feel for her. Rosa had a sneaky feeling that perhaps Isabel was completely stripped of her clothes, which would have made her trauma all the more worse. She knew she was there to protect Priscilla from being killed, but she really wanted to see her suffer. She really wanted Isabel to get some revenge. She started to feel the urge to dish out some of the revenge herself after witnessing both mother and daughter have such deep emotional trauma from this one woman. She then looked at Isabel and smiled. “Wow, you are a really good tickler. Hehehe listen to her scream! She truly deserves this fate. When you are finished, and if I may, I would love to get some tickling on her too. I have a way to truly make her ticklish feet suffer. After what she had done to you and your daughter, I want to punish her too.” she offered.
Isabel smiled when she heard that Rosa wanted to torture Priscilla’s feet as well. She loved the idea of the blond criminal woman suffering even more. She looked at the right foot again and focused her nails on the spot where the ball of the foot met the arch. That made the foot jerk around again and she loved the squeal coming from Priscilla. She loved the feeling of control she had over the woman. She could make her scream in laughter anytime she wanted. “Such ticklish feet. I am having a lot of fun with this. The best part is, there is another foot to tickle as well.” she smiled.
Priscilla felt that nail right on that devastating spot where the ball of her foot met her arch. It forced her to let out an embarrassing squeal and she felt her body filled with more shame. She knew she had to do something, or she really was going to break. She tried to move her foot again, but Isabel’s hand had a firm grip on her foot. She saw the back of Rosa and wished she could do something to her to get her off of her. That frustrated her because her arms were pinned to her sides, and she couldn’t do anything. She then felt the nails moving faster on that spot and that made her lose her concentration. She couldn’t help but explode into more laughter and she started to panic. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP!!! WJHY WON’T YOU HAHAHAHAHAHA STOP TORTURING ME????” she laughed.
“Because you deserve this. You deserve a lot more, so you should be grateful I am just tickling you….” Isabel retorted. She stared at the helpless foot and could tell the creamy skin was starting to turn pink after all the tickle abuse she gave to this foot. She looked up at Rosa and saw her with a devious grin. She knew she was enjoying it and wondered how bad she would torture these feet. “Hey, you really want to tickle her feet?” she asked.
“Yes, I would love to do so. But I can have my fun after you are done with her. What I have planned will surely devastate her and she will rue the day she ever crossed paths with you and me.” Rosa responded. She felt a thrill streak throughout her body. The thought of her fingers going between those long toes truly excited her. She wanted to see how badly Priscilla would scream from it.
“Oh really? You got something you can do on her feet that would devastate her? I am interested in that. What do you have in mind?” Isabel asked. She could see the joy written all over Rosa’s face and wondered what she would do to make Priscilla snap.
“Hehehehe you can tickle her feet. Just leave her toes for me. I promise, she will never forget it, and neither will we.” Rosa told her with a huge smile. She winked at Isabel and wanted her to continue to torment Priscilla. She also thought that perhaps getting Priscilla on her belly would be more beneficial because the soles would be upturned and easier to tickle. “Hey, let me flip her over so the bottoms of her feet are better exposed for you to play with.” she told her.
“Ok. That sounds like fun. Good idea!” Isabel responded. She liked how into the foot torture Rosa was. It was kind of exciting, and she felt honored she was working with one of the Mexican Rurales. She watched as Rosa got off of Priscilla’s legs and once she got to the floor, she started to turn an exhausted Priscilla over onto her stomach. She helped out by grabbing the ankles and turning them over as well. Once Priscilla was on her belly, she looked at those narrow soles and they were completely vulnerable to her. She smiled because now she could get the best look on where to tickle Priscilla and drive her absolutely crazy. “Oooh!!! Thank you for the idea! Her feet are really exposed to me to torture. Good thinking!” she told her.
Priscilla felt herself getting flipped over onto her belly and she was sad that she couldn’t resist. She was getting really tired and the break from the foot tickling was something she loved. She felt her body on fire and tried to get some air back in her lungs. She also licked her lips and swallowed a few times because her mouth was getting dry. She really hoped her torture was over and then she felt weight being pressed onto her calves. She tried to look behind her and it appeared that Rosa was once again sitting down on her legs, which pinned the tops of her feet to the table. She tried to move her feet around, but now they were stuck. Fear gripped her body again and she started to try and wriggle free. It was no use, and she really started to get desperate. “Why won’t you two stop! Come on, I had enough already! You made your point.” she whined.
“Hehehe you think so? Not yet, bitch. Did you show me any mercy? Did you give me a chance to be free after you tormented my entire body? Oh no, we are not done with you yet!” Isabel replied with some anger in her voice. She looked at the naked soles and she smiled. Rosa was sitting near the ankles, so it appeared that there were a pair of soles sticking out from under her legs. Those feet were completely vulnerable, and she felt that excitement building. She looked at the left foot and decided to focus on that one. She already tormented the right one, so the other one had to go through the nightmare as well. She thought about attacking it in a soft manner but changed her mind and figured she would go after it hard. She formed her fingers into a claw and placed the tip of her nails directly on the heel of the foot. She started to skitter them in that area and the foot immediately spasmed and she heard the laughter already coming out. “That’s right, bitch. SUFFER!!!” she yelled.
Priscilla exploded in laughter when she felt those nails directly on her heel. It wasn’t as bad as other spots on her foot, but it still tickled. She shrieked in ticklish agony and tried to desperately move her feet. She realized that with Rosa sitting on her ankles, her feet were completely trapped, and she couldn’t move them. That set her off into a panic and when the nails started to move into her arch, she lost it. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH STOP!!! DON’T DO THIS TO MEEEEEEEEEEHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE NO MORE!!!!!” she laughed.
Rosa sat and watched Isabel’s nails skitter and rake all across the sole of that foot. She watched with great delight seeing them move from the heel of the foot and into the arch. She could see the nails sinking into the flesh and knew that had to be absolute torture. She could hear Priscilla’s shrill laughter and knew she had to be in deep ticklish agony. She also joked to herself that she would keep Isabel as a friend so that she wouldn’t tickle her feet like that. She saw how the nails continued to attack various parts of the foot. She could see them move horizontally on the foot, moving left to right. She saw the nails touch the instep area and heard that funny squeal coming from Priscilla’s mouth. Then she cringed a little when she saw the nails move from the instep, across the center of the arch and then off to the outside edge of the foot. She knew Priscilla was going to be finished. There was no way she was going to survive this tickling assault. She then saw the nails move to the ball of the foot and soon she heard the laughter dying down. Rosa could still feel the legs moving and wondered what was happening to Priscilla. Then it dawned on her. Priscilla was going into silent laughter. The woman was definitely breaking and the struggling slowed down as well. That made her feel good because it meant that Priscilla was finally breaking and once that happened, her toe tickling would devastate her. “Hehehe you are getting her good! She can’t even laugh properly anymore. Hahahaha You are really good at this, Isabel!” she told her.
“Why, thank you! I do want to get better at this. After what she did to me, I want to get really good in case I have to dish out punishment again. Hahaha” Isabel laughed. She slowed down her nails and pressed them a little harder into the foot flesh. She raked the nails again and she knew Pricilla was losing it. She also noticed that the woman went into silent laughter, and it reminded her when it happened to her. That was when she was most desperate. She was willing to do almost anything to stop. She wondered if Priscilla was a complete mess and she moved her nails away from that left foot. “You doing ok, bitch?” she asked.
UP NEXT: The finale!!!!
Ok fans, what did you think of this episode? I will admit, writing the scene with La Diabla and Priscilla was emotional for me. I could feel all that tension and anguish. I certainly hope you did too. ONE more chapter left! The grand finale! That chapter will be a lot of story, but after the journey these ladies went on, I have to wrap it up in a fitting, storytelling way. Thank you all for joining me on this very long journey. I hope by the time it ends, you all enjoyed the ride and the story that was told. the characters went through a lot, and I tried to convey their emotional states as best as I could. This saga is about the story. The tickling parts are of course important, but it is the "life" of these characters that I truly enjoy the most. As always, your comments are most encouraged and welcomed.
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