Ok fans, time for another chapter in this Phase 4 ending series. Things are really starting to pick up and the reason behind the title of this series is in this chapter. Things are going to be rough for our favorites, and it will be a journey they will never forget. There are still some tough moments, some really good moments, and, to me, the story itself will have great emotion at times. So, please continue to enjoy this series as it will pick up in intensity, and also all the different things that will take place. As always, I truly love you fans for the support you give to this saga. Your comments are most encouraged and welcomed!
PART 4
Phoebe was screaming her lungs out as she felt the touches on both of her feet. She had that light touch on her left foot and that single finger stroke on her right one. Her ticklishness was amplified as those touches drove her insane. The hole feathering was brutal, and this foot tickling seemed just as intense. She liked having her feet tickled by Bessie sometimes, but that was usually short lived, and she got revenge on Bessie. Now, her feet were trapped and being tickled by two women who did not care about her well-being at all. That really got her into a panic, and she knew this was her end. There would be no way she could survive this. Just the touches on her foot made her suffer. She was emotionally devastated because no matter how much she begged them, they just kept tickling her. Those touches on her tender barefeet were definitely overwhelming and she just screamed for her life. Her eyes could see the barns walls and wondered if her fate in life was to have her feet tickled until she was no longer coherent. She started to shake her head violently and her hair was whipping around. She felt fingers lightly fluttering around the base of her toes and that made her curl her toes very hard. “AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH MERCY!!! MERCY!!!!!” she screamed in ticklish agony.
Ingrid continued to stroke her fingers across the left sole and moved to the base of the toes. She loved how tightly curled they were and started to tickle the pads of the toes. She could hear that delicious laughter and kept touching that very delicate skin there. She then moved her fingers towards the tops of the toes and that forced the toes to open up. She giggled when she saw the undersides of the toes and then moved her fingers to that area. Once they got to that very tender skin, she felt them closing on her fingers, but she was in position to keep them there. She then reached forward with her left hand and grabbed the tips of the toes and pulled them down. That forced the undersides of the toes to be exposed and extremely vulnerable. She focused her fingers on the underside of the index toe, and she loved that laughter. “Hehehehe she has ticklish toes. This is getting to be way too much fun!” she said with glee.
Sylvia could only smile when she heard Ingrid’s happy voice. She loved what was happening and wanted to keep pushing Phoebe. She knew the woman was very close to losing her mind and she just had to keep going. She decided since Ingrid was going to go after the toes at the moment, she would focus on the arch of the foot, near the instep. That area tended to give very good reactions, and she had to torture her. She then grabbed the tips of the toes and pulled back. Not only did this expose the undersides of the toes, but it also made the sole taut. She could feel the foot desperately trying to squirm around and now that the toes were pressed against the top of the crate the foot rested on, she could torment that foot without it slipping away. She took the tip of her fingernail and placed it right on the area where the arch met the heel and slowly moved it to the inside edge of the foot and then slowly moved it down the arch, right next to the instep. She could feel the helpless foot straining to get free, but what was better was that horrific laughter that came out of Phoebe’s lungs. Sylvia knew she had to be suffering, and she wanted to make sure she did. Her nail made it to the center of the instep, and she continued to slowly drag it all the way until it got to the spot where the instep/arch met the ball of the foot. “Hehehehe does this tickle you, Phoebe? Does this drive you crazy?” she taunted.
Phoebe immediately went into silent laughter once she felt that nail slowly stroking that very sensitive area on her arch and her instep. It created such powerful and overwhelming ticklish sensations throughout her very soul, and it destroyed her. The feelings were so intense, and she felt helpless and couldn’t do anything to stop it from happening. She could also feel that tickling on the underside of her left index toe and her head slumped down from exhaustion. Her eyes focused on the ground, and it got blurry because tears were filling her eyes and streaming down. Then she started to feel her body slumping as exhaustion was overtaking her. The tickling did not stop. The fingers on her left foot moved towards the other toes and that evil fingernail continued to tickle her instep of her right foot, occasionally moving to the center of the arch and touching that highly ticklish area. She hated how sensitive she felt and how submissive she was becoming. She wanted to go home, but she had to suffer.
Ingrid noticed that Phoebe went into silent laughter and smiled. She made it to the ring toe and after tickling that area, she leaned her head down and gave the middle of the foot a gentle kiss. That set off a lot of erotic lust in her body because the skin felt so tender against her lips. She looked over at Sylvia and saw she had a happy smile on her face. “What?” she asked with a smile.
Sylvia saw how Ingrid leaned her head down and gave Phoebe’s foot a kiss. She could see how happy Ingrid looked and knew that small woman was truly enjoying herself at Phoebe’s expense. She liked a woman’s feet as well. She was curious about what Ingrid was going to do to the foot, so she stopped her nail torture, and decided to observe her partner. “Go ahead, indulge yourself. Show me what you can do with her foot.” she smiled.
Ingrid grinned heavily when she heard Sylvia telling her to enjoy the foot. That gave her license to do a “performance” on the foot, and she did not want to disappoint. She moved her fingers away from the toes, then placed her lips right on the heel. She kissed that area of the foot, then into the arch. She let the kiss on the arch linger a bit, trying to savor the taste of that skin. Then she gave another kiss right where the arch met the ball of the foot, before moving onto kissing the ball of the foot. The skin there was tender, but not as soft as the arch or toes. It made sense since the ball of the foot would touch the shoe or floor more often. She then started to kiss near the base of the toes and felt them wiggling against her face. That amused her and she gave the toes a gentle lick. That seemed to make the toes spread open and she took advantage of that. She started to lick the pad of the big toe and in the background, she could hear Pheobe’s voice returning. It was a small break for the victim, but she also knew that this might drive her lust to an extreme. “Mmmmmm…..she tastes good.” she moaned.
Phoebe felt a great sense of relief as the tickling finally stopped on her feet. The fingers on her toes drove her wild, but that fingernail dragging around her arch broke her. That feeling was just too intense in her very sensitive body. She felt her lungs taking in air, and she still could feel the tears falling from her eyes. She wanted this to be over. She didn’t want to fight anymore. She just wanted to be free, and in her bed sleeping. Then she felt the kiss on her foot, and it stunned her. It tickled her a little, but it also did something else. It made her very aroused. She was still stunned to feel how horny she was, even after all the brutal tickling. Now with those soft kisses on the bottom of her left foot, it only made the fire between her legs rage, but her nipples felt like they were going to explode. She felt kisses on each of her toes. She felt those lips kiss the pad of the toe, then the underside. This kind of touch was far better than the tickling and even though she didn’t want them kissing her feet, it was definitely better than being tickled. Phoebe then started to feel something very wet, warm and moist, sliding across the undersides of her toes and she realized what it was. It was a tongue! It felt incredible as that slimy tongue went across her toes. She instinctively curled her toes, then opened them again. She started to feel a moan coming and she wanted to resist. She didn’t want them to think she was horny because then they would surely torture her again. She then gasped as she felt the tongue sliding between her big toe and index toe. It surprised her, and a moan escaped her lips. “Mmmmmmmmm……” she moaned softly.
Sylvia watched with great delight as Ingrid was now using her tongue on that helpless foot. She loved the way Ingrid closed her eyes as her tongue slid across those wonderful long toes. She knew her partner was truly enjoying herself and she liked it too. She could see that small pink tongue licking between the toes and when she heard Phoebe moaning, that only fueled her desire to torture her again. Her eyes glanced up towards Phoebe’s rear end, where she could see the pussy as well. She saw the hips slightly moving and knew she had to be so aroused at this moment. She couldn’t wait until she played with the woman’s pussy. She wanted to tear an orgasm out of Phoebe and completely make her submissive. Her eyes then returned to the left foot and now, she saw Ingrid wrap her lips around the big toe and started to suckle on it.
Ingrid had Phoebe’s left big toe in her mouth, and she swooned. She loved the taste of the toe and kept sucking on it. The licking of the toes felt amazing to her. She loved the taste of that soft skin and when her tongue slid in between the toes, she felt her nipples throbbing. She wanted to suck the toes and truly enjoy herself in her own lust. She started to make slurping sounds as she sucked the big toe. Once she started to do that, she wanted to play with Phoebe a little and then did the softest of strokes with her fingertips against the sole of the foot. She felt the foot tense up and even the toes started to curl. She could feel that index toe curling against the left cheek of hers and she loved it. She sucked harder on the toe and fluttered her fingers against the sole.
Phoebe felt her toe going inside that very warm mouth and tingles of sex flowed through her. She couldn’t resist and her body took over her mind. It loved this pleasure far more than the tickling and welcomed this touch. She knew what was happening with the heat between her legs, but it didn’t even matter. Everything was feeling so much better at the moment. Her lungs were filling with air again and the ticklish feeling wasn’t so overwhelming. Since she had moaned, she couldn’t stop. She closed her eyes for a moment and just enjoyed it. She didn’t know if they were going to keep worshipping her foot or tickle it. That fear of being tickled prevented her from completely letting go, but she still enjoyed the sensations. Then she felt her index toe sliding inside that warm mouth and the suckling of it really pushed her lust. She thought about being in this moment with not only Bessie, but she thought about La Diabla. She wondered what it would be like if the outlaw had her tied up like this. She had experience with that before as in her reality in Santa Selena, La Diabla did tie her down and tickle her all over her body. She remembered how horny she felt at times, and wished it was being done by her at this moment. She thought about how helpless she would be, but then turned the tables on her friend, and tie her up just like this. Phoebe thought about how much fun it would be tickling La Diabla’s naked body. Tickling her cute feet and then playing with her pussy. As her own toes were being devoured, she imagined the outlaw’s toes in her mouth. Her mind enjoyed that thought which only fueled her lust even more. That made her moan even louder as her body was really getting into this feeling. “Mmmmmmmmm…..so good…..so good…..my toes. Keep sucking my toes…..” she moaned.
Sylvia giggled a little as she heard that erotic moan coming from Phoebe. The way Ingrid was ravishing the toes was very erotic, and it was definitely affecting Phoebe. She heard those moans and wondered how this victim would react once she had her orgasm. She thought about what she could do to this foot near her to keep Phoebe on edge and she smiled. She then took her fingertips and very softly and delicately, traced the outline of the foot. She moved her fingers across the outside edge from the baby toe, up the length of the sole, then right over the edge of the heel, then right down across the instep area to the outside edge of the big toe. Once she was there, she slowly reversed course, and she felt the foot starting to move. She heard a change in the moaning and heard a part of that sound as being a slight giggle. She loved how sensitive the potion made her and now mixing soft, erotic tickling to the foot worshipping would surely drive her victim wild. Then an evil thought came to her mind and wondered how Phoebe would react feeling this incredible pleasure right now, then go through a surprising brutal tickling. She then stopped her light stroking and then did a very quick scrabble of her nails down the length of the sole. “Tickle, tickle tickle!!” she playfully teased.
Phoebe felt fingernails scrabbling down the bottom of her right foot and the sensation was so sharp and so unexpected, she felt her eyes bulging out of her head, her entire body tensed up and she let out a horrific ticklish scream. Her body was enjoying the foot worshipping of her left foot and was not prepared for that sudden attack. It tickled a lot. It was such an intense feeling that her entire body trembled in its bondage. She felt the sawhorse moving a little because she was desperately trying to get her limbs free. That sensation was too powerful, and she had to get herself free!
Ingrid let those sweet toes slip out of her mouth when she heard that horrific ticklish scream. It surprised her and she looked over and saw how Sylvia was using her nails to tickle the bottom of that foot. It looked beautiful. She could even hear the nails scraping along that skin, and the sounds Phoebe were making were beautiful to her own soul. She could hear how guttural the laughter was. It was as though Phoebe was bringing laughter from the depths of her soul. She looked at the left foot again and saw how wet the toes were. Now she had an urge to tickle it as well. She wanted to make Phoebe suffer. She wanted the poor woman to possibly have a mental breakdown. This was far more than she had ever tormented a victim. This was something that not even Marge and her fellow dancers would do. However, being with this assassin showed her a style that was far more ruthless. She had experienced it herself, and now Phoebe was really going to suffer. Ingrid placed her fingers at the top of the heel and then started to press them into the skin and moved them down the length of the foot. Her fingers tickled the heel, then went into the arch where she focused her attack. She found a nice spot right at the edge of the arch close to the outside of the foot and felt the foot really starting to spasm. Then she moved her fingers to the ball of the foot and slowly circled around it. The tension in the foot was high and she went to the base of those soaked toes. The way the foot was trying to move really excited her and she wanted to keep pushing poor Phoebe into ticklish madness.
Sylvia continued to scrape her nails across the sole. She wanted this moment to be brutal. She was still very fascinated by the effects of the potion and could only imagine how horrible Phoebe must have felt at the moment. The way she screamed let her know she was in sheer agony, and it felt really good. Her eyes looked over and saw Ingrid now tickling the left foot. That made her smile because it meant the torture would surely break poor Phoebe. She looked at the toes and moved her nails to the base of them. She loved how much they wiggled and crunched together. She loved the way the foot reacted to the touch of her nails. The skin was going from creamy to a pinkish color and she was very amused. She watched as her fingers sank into the flesh, moving all over the sole. She then moved her fingers to the outside edge of the foot and dragged her nails down from the heel, alongside the edge of the foot and off the baby toe, only to go right back to the ball of the foot and scrape along that flesh. “That’s right, Phoebe. You are going to suffer. You are all mine. I own you.” she said in a cold tone.
Phoebe continued to scream in ticklish agony especially after feeling the tickling started on her left foot. Both feet were being tickled at the same time, and it was horrendous. The nails on her right foot were more devastating, but the fingers on her left foot also had a major impact. She didn’t know what to do anymore. There was no escape. She tried and tried and tried, but to no avail. She could hear Sylvia’s voice taunting her and she felt ashamed. This woman did own her. This woman controlled her body, and she was helpless to stop it. She just wanted the tickling to stop and wondered if it ever would. She felt her arms and body turning into jelly because she was completely spent. Her head was slumped down, her hair was dangling over her head and her tears continued to fall. Her mouth was aching because of all the laughing, as well as her throat and lungs. This was far beyond anything she ever experienced, and her body quit. Her mind went numb, and she was just reacting. She had no more fight left in her, and she prayed either unconsciousness or death could happen.
Sylvia could feel the foot no longer moving and looked at the rest of the body. It looked completely worn out. It was very loose, and she knew this was the moment that Phoebe had surrendered her body. It was a triumphant moment because she just broke another victim. She continued to use her nails on the foot, carefully placing them between the toes and inflicting more ticklish sensations. She wanted to finish this woman off, then she could do the ultimate humiliation. She started to remember that Phoebe wasn’t even her primary target. This was just a favor to Agatha Walden. She wondered how much fun and satisfaction she would have if this was Deputy Darby Reeves. That was someone she wanted to break and destroy forever. The way she would torture Darby would be far more brutal than any ticklish victim she ever had. She started to get excited and decided it was time to finish poor Phoebe. She stopped tickling the foot because it was time to go after Phoebe’s pleasure center. “hehehehe I love it when they break. Now, time to finish her.” she said softly to Ingrid.
Ingrid heard those words, and she smiled. She kept tickling the foot and watched as Sylvia stood up and positioned herself near Phoebe’s ass again. She licked her lips, wondering what was about to happen next. She slowed her own tickling down and decided to do very light touches on the foot. She didn’t want Phoebe screaming any more. “hehehe what are you going to do to her now?” she asked.
“You’ll see. Hehehe This will be very sweet. Oh, you can suck her toes if you want. It is time to push her over the edge….” Sylvia responded. She knew Ingrid was having a great time worshipping that foot and also knew that it would make Phoebe aroused. She then placed her left hand on the ass and started to rub it softly. She could hear the laughter dying down, and then she heard the crying. It was the cry of a broken woman. The sobbing was getting heavier, and she loved it. This rich and powerful woman was broken. “Awww….poor Phoebe. I can hear you crying. Are you ok?” she asked sarcastically as she rubbed the helpless ass.
Phoebe felt the rubbing of her ass and she felt so embarrassed. She was grateful that the tickling of her feet stopped, but she was completely spent. She couldn’t even lift her head. Her body ached, and she was so tired. She could still feel her body tingling and she wondered how it was possible the rest of her body was so tired, but every nerve was on fire. She still felt her nipples throbbing and her special place between her legs was very moist. She wondered if down deep in her soul, her body loved being dominated like this. La Diabla awakened some of those feelings while in Santa Selena, but after that, she was dominant. Now, she felt so submissive and prayed this was over. She had no fight left in her. She just wanted to go home. “No more…sob….no more….” she whimpered.
“There will be more. But I think you will like this next part. Well, your body will. Hahaha I own you, Phoebe Wellington. Your body is all mine. Now, I want to take something from you. Something very special.” Sylvia said with glee. She then stopped the ass rubbing and then moved her fingers down the ass, and right down the crack. She knew her fingers were close to the hole but kept moving them downwards. She felt the body jumping and when she touched that exposed perineum, she felt the body shiver. “I think you know what is about to happen next. I am going to…..touch you.” she said softly.
Phoebe’s hips involuntarily started to wiggle around as she felt those fingers touching her perineum. It tickled a little, but it also felt erotic. That made her mind spin because she knew what was about to be touched. This woman was about to touch the most private place on her body. What made it worse was that she couldn’t stop her. She felt a wave of humiliation wash over her because she knew her vagina was going to be touched and she just had to let it happen. When the fingers started to touch the bottom of her mound, she started to mewl. “Please….don’t touch me….don’t touch me sob there…” she whimpered.
Ingrid’s eyes popped wide open as she saw what Sylvia was doing. She saw how the fingers were now playing with that area on a woman that would drive them crazy. She loved it when Marge did it. It was always so erotic, and she remembered when she did it to Millie the schoolteacher. She licked her lips and just watched. She wanted to see the assassin sexually dominate poor Phoebe and she felt incredibly horny herself.
“That’s right, Phoebe. I am going to touch you. I bet your pussy wants me to have it. I can….oooh….feel it right now. Well, what do we have here? I can feel how wet you are. You love my touch, don’t you?” Sylvia said in a seductive voice as her fingers started to touch that intimate area. She could feel just how wet Phoebe was and remembered that potion increased sexual arousal. Now that she could feel how moist the pussy was, it was now time to continue the humiliation. She moved her fingers down the mound and could feel some of the pubic hairs. She giggled when she felt them because it was time for some humiliation. “I can feel your hairs. I think we should change that. Phoebe, I think it is time we shave you…” she told her.
Phoebe started to whimper even more when she heard Sylvia’s words. She could not stop this woman from touching her pussy, and now she heard she was going to be shaved. She felt a burning feeling of shame wash over her face because this woman was going to take away her pubic hairs. She wanted to stop her, but her body stopped responding. This was the worst feeling ever because she was being completely conquered and she had no fight left. She felt the hand move away from her special place and she started to cry again. “Please don’t shave me….sob…please don’t do that to me.” she whined.
Sylvia made her way over to her pouch and pulled out some shaving cream, and a razor. She looked at Ingrid and winked at her. It was time to put on a show for the Tickling Thief and also show her what needed to be done to the future sex slaves. Priscilla Montenegro requested that all sex slaves get their pussies shaven bald as it was her trademark. “Go ahead, lick her feet. Enjoy yourself. I am going to shave her and then tear an orgasm out of her.” she told her.
Ingrid grew really excited knowing that this woman was going to be shaved. It would be another humiliating moment for the richest cattle owner in the state. She also loved the fact that she could enjoy the foot. She started to softly kiss the foot. Her lips kissed the heel, and she savored the taste. Then she moved her thin lips down the foot, making sure she kissed all over that delicate skin. She could hear Phoebe whining softly about not being shaved, and it really turned her on. She knew how horny Phoebe was and now it was time to enjoy the sexual humiliation.
Sylvia looked at the very exposed pussy and then the jar of shaving cream. She carefully opened the lid and scooped out some of the cream on her fingers. She smiled when she moved her hand to the crotch area and then started to rub the cream right onto the pubic hairs. She felt the hips starting to grind and she couldn’t help but be amused. She started to hear some soft whimpering and continued to massage the cream all over the pussy area. She wanted to shave her completely clean, so she rubbed more and more cream all over the area. Once she massaged it in, she then wiped her hand with a towel and grabbed the razor. “Here we go! You are all lathered up. Time to shave you. I would hold still if I were you….” she warned.
Phoebe felt that massaging of the shaving cream all over her groin area and she felt so ashamed. The massage felt nice, and her body was so completely aroused, but the fact she was about to get shaved, and she could do nothing to stop it really hit her hard. Her head was still slumped down, and her body was perfectly still. She had no more fight in her and was going to be completely dominated by this woman. She then felt something gliding across her nether regions and her eyes could see the ground under her groin area. She could see the crates her knees and feet were on, and she could see her attacker’s boots. Then she saw a clump of shaving cream hit the ground and she saw some hair mixed in with it. That really hurt her because she was losing her hair, and she felt so weak. She saw more clumps of cream and hair hitting the ground and the moment was very surreal. She was being dominated. She was being conquered. This woman made her submissive to her and she was just a toy at this moment. Her ego was reeling from this moment and then she felt something wiping across her pussy. She couldn’t help but whimper in misery as she was destroyed.
“There! Nice and clean! Let me take a look!” Sylvia taunted as she finished wiping away the remaining cream from the groin. She wanted to make sure all the hairs were gone from the crotch, and then she could finish poor Phoebe off. She knelt down a little and put her face close to that vulnerable pussy. She could see that it was completely de-nuded, and there wasn’t a trace of hair at all. Just that soft looking skin and she could see the folds of the pussy, and how pink the region was. She really did think it was a beautiful pussy, and she licked her lips. “Beautiful. Your pussy is really beautiful. I love it.” she said.
Ingrid watched the entire shaving moment and felt her own arousal at a fever pitch. The way that razor slowly scraped away the cream and the hair was mesmerizing. She could see the clumps of cream and hair hitting the ground and slowly but surely, Phoebe’s vagina was cleared and when she saw Sylvia wiping away the rest of the cream with a towel, she grinned. Now she could see that completely shaven mound and it looked wonderful. She saw how close Sylvia’s face was to the mound and wondered if she was going to taste it. She started to have an urge to taste it herself. “She really does have a pretty pussy! Phoebe Wellington has a pretty pussy! I bet all the other cattle companies would love to see her in this position. I think they deserve to know her pussy is pretty!” she taunted.
Phoebe resumed her heavy crying again as she heard those two women talking about her most special place. Her legs were spread apart, so she knew they had a clear view of something so personal. She had no idea how she would recover from this moment. Her body was still tingling, her arousal still high and her humiliation was complete. She then saw Sylvia’s legs stand up and wondered what was going to happen to her next. Now that they thoroughly embarrassed her, she wondered if they would finally let her go. She then gasped as she felt something touching her mound. It felt like a hand and now her embarrassment continued. “Please….don’t do this to me….” she begged in a broken voice.
“Awww….poor Phoebe. I feel a little bad for you. Your pussy is so wet and so beautiful. I bet you were wondering when the tickling would stop. Well, I am done tickling you. Now it is time for you to feel a lot better. I want you to give me something I bet a lot of people wish they could have of you. I want you to cum for me. That’s right you *****, give me your orgasm.” Sylvia taunted as she started to rub her hand on that naked pussy. She could feel how smooth the skin was and also how wet the vagina was. She wanted to tear an orgasm out of Phoebe, which would surely make this woman’s mind snap. She wanted to get good at tearing out orgasms as her friend Thalia. She never forgot when Thalia tore that orgasm out of the barmaid in Europe. It was such an erotic moment, and she wanted to continue that thrill with her victims. Now, she had a very rich woman about to give up an orgasm. She moved her fingers all around the mound and she could feel the hips starting to grind. “This feels sooooo good, doesn’t it? That’s right, *****. Give me your cum.” she taunted.
Phoebe felt that hand massaging her pussy and even though her mind hated this moment, her body loved it. The sensations felt very good, and her arousal was at dangerous levels. She kept hearing Sylvia calling her a ***** and that bothered her. She was tied down, naked, had a shaven pussy and this woman was touching her pussy. She started to feel like a ***** because everything felt so good and her body craved it. Tears poured out of her eyes again, but her body wanted more and more of that touch. She knew there was no way to stop her from cumming and that crushed her. She closed her eyes and endured this moment. She felt the hand rubbing against her clit and the pangs of an orgasm were starting to build. She had been very horny for a long time and her body desperately wanted that release. The shame she felt didn’t stop her from moaning in pleasure. It only made it worse because she was enjoying her torture. “Noo….don’t do this….mmmmmmm….don’t make me cum….I….I don’t….mmmmmm….want to cum….” she mewled.
“You are going to cum whether you want to or not. You will give it to me. You know why? Because even though you are a wealthy woman, down deep, you are nothing but a cheap *****.” Sylvia said with joy in her voice. She wanted to make Phoebe feel terrible emotionally as she ripped an orgasm out of her. She looked down at those hips and could see how much they were grinding. She did notice how wet the pussy was. It was soaked a lot and that had to be because of that potion. She started to hear those erotic moans getting stronger and could sense Phoebe was about to blow at any moment. “Give it to me, you *****!! GIVE IT TO ME NOW!” she yelled as her fingers really went after the clit.
Ingrid’s jaw dropped as she watched how Sylvia was rubbing the clit and pussy. She could hear her shouting very humiliating things at Phoebe, and it was such an amazing moment. She wanted to learn more because when she tortured her victims, if she could make them cum, then they would reveal jewelry a lot faster as well. She saw how fast the fingers were moving and knew Phoebe had to be on the edge. “I hope she squirts…” she thought to herself.
Phoebe heard those demeaning names towards her, and she felt terrible. The way the woman was touching her pussy, her lust was about to explode. She started to feel dirty. She started to feel like a common ***** because she was about to have an orgasm at any moment. Her body was no longer hers. It belonged to this attacker, and she knew she was going to cum. The pressure in her loins increased and now she felt the orgasmic feeling starting to crest. She shut her eyes tight, and she softly bit her bottom lip. The orgasm was building and building and when that hand put more pressure on her clit, she lost her grip on her resistance and her body snapped! The orgasm rocked her entire body, and it was overwhelming It hit her so fast, she couldn’t even scream it out. She felt every single nerve in her body tingling and the wave of pleasure really rocked her. Even though it was a forced orgasm, she felt absolutely incredible. It was a very intense orgasm, and her body was in heaven after going through all this trauma.
“Good girl……very good girl.” Sylvia said softly as she could tell by the physical reactions, Phoebe had her orgasm. She was surprised she didn’t hear her scream it out, but the orgasm must have hit her unexpectedly. It was still a wonderful moment for her. She had just completely decimated the owner of the largest cattle company in the state. The owner was completely helpless. Not only did she dominate her body by tickling her, but she also now conquered her sexually. This was a great achievement for her. The status of this woman made this a very good accomplishment. She looked at her hand and smiled. It was glistening with Phoebe’s love honey, and she sniffed her hand. She liked the smell, then started to lick it. She loved the taste, then she had an idea. She looked over at Ingrid and could see how sexually horny she was. “Hey, her pussy is a mess. You should clean it up if you want….” she said with a wink.
Ingrid’s heart started to flutter as she was told she could have some of Phoebe’s saturated pussy. She moved herself to between the legs and now she had a clear view of that very messy pussy. She could see the love honey and knew this victim had a major orgasm. She always loved giving oral sex to another woman, and figured she might as well taste this very powerful woman. She leaned her face closer and now she could smell the arousal. She started to tremble a little and then stuck out her tongue. She got the tip of the tongue close and then did a soft lick. She felt the pussy area quiver and she loved the taste. She did another lick, then another. The taste of the love honey filled her body with great pleasure and now she really went after it. She could hear some soft moans happening which only fueled her sexual fire. She continued to lap away at the mound and wanted to touch herself as well. “Mmmm….lick lick she tastes so lick lick good….” she moaned.
Sylvia smiled as she saw how much Ingrid was enjoying herself. She thought of one last humiliating thing she could do to Phoebe and moved to the head area. She looked down and saw the slumped head. She had rubbed that orgasm out of Phoebe with her left hand, so she used her right hand to grab the hair, and she viciously yanked the head up and now she could see the exhausted face. She could see how red the eyes were, and the tear-stained cheeks were shining. Phoebe looked completely out of it, and she wanted her to open her eyes. “Open your eyes, *****.” she told her.
Phoebe felt that tongue on her pussy and it felt incredible. She already had a monster orgasm, now that tongue was starting to make her feel orgasmic again. The way that tongue licked her felt incredible. It was licking her with incredible precision, and she felt her nipples thumping and her mound getting very wet again. She then felt her head getting pulled upwards and it slightly hurt since her hair was pulled. She heard a voice telling her to open her eyes and she looked at the woman. She could see her conqueror and she felt so ashamed. She felt so powerless against her and prayed she wouldn’t hurt her. She heard herself being called a ***** again and it really bothered her. The way she came and now she was aroused again, she felt like a *****. She started to plead with the woman and hoped she would listen. “Please….let me go…..no more… no more…” she begged.
“Phoebe, the *****. Hahaha Listen to me closely. You taste absolutely delicious. I just can’t help but love your nectar.” Sylvia taunted, then put her left hand near her face and started to lick the love honey off of it. She wanted her victim to see her own juices getting licked. She could see that look of sorrow in Phoebe’s eyes and could see them following the path of her hand, licking all the juices off. “Mmmm…..you taste delicious….” she teased.
Phoebe watched helplessly as she saw Sylvia licking her hand. She could see her own love juices on that hand, and she felt so humiliated. This woman truly conquered here. Watching her lick her own love honey had to be one of the most embarrassing and humbling moments of her entire life. She felt her heart breaking and she closed her eyes again. It also didn’t help that her pussy was getting licked again and even though she felt such great shame, that licking did feel really good. She didn’t know whether to moan from the licking, or cry from watching the attacker licking her love juices. “Leave me….mmmmm…..alone….” she moaned softly.
“Hehehe you stupid *****. I think you need a good tickling again. Hmmmm….where should I tickle you? Should I tickle your armpits again? How about your ribs? I know! Your feet! They were very ticklish. Hehehe” Sylvia threatened. She felt a surge of adrenaline because she remembered the story Thalia told her. The Greek bounty hunter told her what happened to Phoebe’s maid, Bessie. Now, she wanted to see if she could do the same to Phoebe.
“No….please don’t tickle me anymore. Please…I am begging you….please don’t tickle me….” Phoebe whined as she heard that tickling threat. Her body felt so sensitive, and the pussy licking was still driving her crazy. She knew that if she was tickled right now, it would be horrible, and she would definitely suffer. Her eyes filled with tears again and she prayed there would be mercy.
“You don’t want me to tickle you? But I really want to. I want to hear you scream. I want to hear you laughing so hard, you lose your entire mind. However, if you admit something to me, then I won’t tickle you.” Sylvia told her. She could see the desperation in Phoebe’s eyes and loved it. She knew this woman would be willing to do anything at this moment to spare herself. She put her own face closer to Phoebe’s and stared directly into Phoebe’s eyes. She wanted to look into this woman’s soul and punish her. “I want you to tell me that you are a worthless *****. I want you to tell me with passion that a ***** is who you really are. Tell me that you are a dirty, filthy *****! Tell me…..” she told her.
Phoebe’s eyes popped wide open, and her jaw dropped. She heard what Sylvia told her to say, and it crushed her. She had to admit to being a ***** and it would be embarrassing. She started to say no but paused. Her body was tingling still, and tickle torture right now would probably end her. Fear crept into her mind and now she started to shake. She could still feel that little tongue lapping away at her clit, but she feared being tickled again by this woman. Her heart started to break because she knew what she had to do. She swallowed hard and then opened her mouth. “I’m a *****…..” she muttered softly.
“What was that? I couldn’t hear you. I bet your feet can hear me. Maybe I should go tickle them.” Sylvia said with an evil grin, then started to release Phoebe’s hair, so she could go stand up and go back there and tickle the poor woman’s feet until she laughed herself silly.
“I’M A *****!!!! I’M A *****!!! I AM A DIRTY, FILTHY *****!!!!! PLEASE DON’T TICKLE MY FEET!!” Phoebe screamed when she felt Sylvia release her head. She definitely did not want to have her feet tickled again. It was sheer torture when it happened, and it would be much worse now. Shame filled her very soul as she was forced to insult herself. Her head slumped down again, and she started to cry again. “I’m a *****…..I’m a *****…..” she cried.
Sylvia chuckled evilly when she heard that desperate voice saying she was a *****. She thought about Thalia and the story about what happened to Bessie, and she felt really good. She knew that once she returned back to Greece to deliver Darby to Christos, she wanted to tell her friend what she just made the owner of Wellington cattle Company do. She rubbed her hands together and started to walk behind Phoebe. She could see Ingrid still lapping away at the saturated pussy. “Hey Ingrid, does she taste good? Hehehe” she giggled.
Ingrid heard Sylvia speaking to her and she stopped eating the pussy for a moment. She was truly in heaven enjoying the taste of Phoebe. She felt the juices all over her mouth and she smiled. She wiped her mouth with her hand and looked at her partner. “Absolutely! She tastes really good for a *****!!” she said loudly so Phoebe could hear.
“Yes, this ***** was quite delightful. It is time to go now. She is done for. We have other business to take care of.” Sylvia told her, then went to her pouch and started to pack things up. She wanted to meet with Marge and start going over more details of the trafficking ring, so they could start kidnapping helpless women.
“What will we do with her? Are we letting her go?” Ingrid asked. She looked at Phoebe’s naked form, still hunched over that sawhorse naked and with her very private places exposed.
“We will leave her here just like she is. Hehehe Someone will discover her. Once they do, they will see her in all her glory!” Sylvia taunted, then saw the feather she used to tickle Phoebe’s ass and the hole. She picked it up and then stood near Phoebe’s helpless ass again. She then took the quill end of the feather and carefully inserted it inside the hole. She heard the small squealing sounds from Phoebe and couldn’t help but feel so dominant. She got the feather in far enough, so now it appeared she had a tail. “Looks like she has a tail now. Hahaha how cute.” she teased.
Ingrid couldn’t help but laugh as she saw the feather sticking out of Phoebe’s ass. She shook her head and had to admit to herself that Sylvia was very good at torturing women. She suffered under that woman herself, but she didn’t get destroyed like Phoebe did. She went over towards the left foot and found her mask. It was time to put it back on, so Phoebe could not recognize her when they left. She placed it on her head and then looked at Sylvia. “Ok, I am ready to go. I can’t believe we are going to leave her like this.” she said.
“Here is something better. Let’s take her clothes. That way she has to leave this place completely naked. Let’s take her boots as well.” Sylvia said, then started to grab Phoebe’s clothing off the floor. She saw Ingrid grabbing the empty boots and socks, and then she picked up the underwear. She took another glance at Pheobe’s naked body with that feather sticking out of her ass and smiled. She saw her masked friend and nodded her head. “These will make great trophies. I will deliver some of the items to her rival, which will definitely be a sweet moment for her. Hahaha” she boasted.
Phoebe heard the two ladies talking and she started to quiver. She was tied down and completely exhausted. She still felt incredibly horny, and her body was on fire. She closed her eyes and could hear them leaving the scene. Her ordeal was finally over, but she knew it would affect her for the rest of her life. She started to feel really lightheaded. She closed her eyes, and she felt herself drifting. The most embarrassing moment of her life was still happening and now she drifted off to sleep.
Bessie walked around the grounds of the building and felt a little nervous. The ceremony had ended a long time ago and there were people leaving. She went looking for Phoebe and could not find her friend. She remembered she went for a horse ride, but she should have returned by now. She asked a few people if they had seen her and everyone said they hadn’t. She continued to walk and then she saw Kylie standing there, talking to another servant. She walked up to her and had a nervous smile. “Hey Kylie!” she said to her.
“Hey Bessie, is it time to go now?” Kylie asked. She noticed that Bessie now had a look of worry on her face and that made her nervous. “Is there something wrong?” she asked.
“Have you seen, Phoebe? I have been looking all over the place for her. I can’t seem to find her and no one else has seen her either.” Bessie told her. She started to feel extremely nervous because it was not like Phoebe to disappear.
Kylie’s eyes went wide when she heard that no one had seen Phoebe. She excused herself from the other servant and then started to walk with Bessie. “Hey, she said she wanted to go for a horse ride, as well as check out some barn, right?” she asked.
“She did. But she should have been back by now. Let’s go to the horse stables and see if she returned. I might be overreacting, but you know she is not the type to just disappear without anyone knowing.” Bessie said, trying to sound confident.
“I know. Come on, let’s go.” Kylie said. She walked with Bessie towards the stables and saw many people starting to leave. She knew how social Phoebe was and she wasn’t around to say goodbye to these other rich people. She started to wonder if something may have happened to her. Her mind started to imagine Phoebe may have fallen off the horse and hurt herself. She wasn’t riding a horse she knew from her own ranch; she was borrowing a horse from this stable. She cursed herself for thinking such negative thoughts, but she grew concerned about her boss.
Bessie felt her heart starting to race once she made it to the stables. She saw a ranch hand and approached him. “Excuse me, has Ms. Phoebe Wellington returned from her ride?” she asked.
The ranch hand looked at Bessie and then shook his head. “I don’t think she has returned yet. I let her take the horse Daisy and she left a little while ago. I am sure she is going to return soon. It is getting late, but she should be back at any moment. Did you want to take some horses and go in her direction?” he asked.
“Yes! Thank you. She normally doesn’t take this long, and we are a little worried. We appreciate it.” Bessie told the ranch hand. She then walked over to where the horses were and saw Kylie get up on a white horse, and she got onto a brown one. She then motioned the horse to take off and they both headed off in the same path that Phoebe had taken earlier. She prayed her friend was ok and hoped that perhaps she might have found the owner of the barn she wanted to check out and they were discussing business. She hoped that Phoebe wasn’t hurt or anything as well. She had a bad feeling going forward but tried to remain positive. “Ok, Phoebe. Where are you, sweetie?” she asked herself as she and Kylie rode off.
Sylvia walked with confidence as she headed into a building in a nearby town. It was the same town she always had a meeting with Agatha Walden. She managed to get word to Agatha that her mission was accomplished, and she wanted to meet her. She walked to a building that was empty for the moment. It was a warehouse that she had found and wanted to meet her partner there. She entered inside and found her chair. She sat down in the chair and leaned back. She took a moment to breathe and thought about her day. She felt good about what she accomplished. She managed to get a crew to help watch over the new sex slaves. That was key to getting the operation running. She figured after this meeting; she would send a coded message to Priscilla in Mexico that they were ready to get started and await her orders. She then reflected on what she had just finished. She managed to kidnap and torture the owner of Wellington Cattle Company. She thought about how much Phoebe suffered and how much she broke her. Sylvia loved the effects of that potion that was administered. Phoebe was highly sensitive, and she suffered a great deal. She wondered if Phoebe would remember any of it though. Marge told her that the victims would have brain fog and not remember what happened to them afterwards. In a way, she hoped that Phoebe would remember it. It would haunt her forever. Her bounty hunter friends’ victims always remembered their nightmare and her own victims did too. She wanted Phoebe to suffer mentally and emotionally for a long time. Then she heard a noise. She sprang up and looked towards the door. She saw it open slowly and then she saw someone entering. She leaned back in her chair and saw a familiar face. “Agatha, thanks for meeting me here so soon.” she said with a smile.
Agatha walked inside the building and felt some excitement. When she got a message indicating that a mission was accomplished, she knew that Sylvia had gone after Phoebe. She was anxious and thrilled that whatever happened to her main rival, it would be a sweet victory for her. She was really starting to like this mysterious woman. She seemed very powerful. Even though she had no idea what she did to the victims, it must have been very effective. She approached Sylvia and smiled. “So, you took care of that wretched bitch? Hehe” she asked with a giggle.
“Yes, she has been taken care off. Just a little humiliation. She may never be the same again.” Sylvia responded with a grin. She could see how happy Agatha looked and felt good for her. It was always a good time to destroy a rival. She could not wait until she destroyed Darby, and she would have her own personal satisfaction.
“That is GREAT news! Hehehe did you hurt her or something? What did you do to her? Tell me please!” Agatha asked with the same enthusiasm as a child wanting to hear a story.
“hehehe trade secrets. Besides, the less you know, the better for you. You can always deny things because you don’t know details. Plausible deniability is a great thing to have. I did enjoy making her suffer though. She is still alive, and she doesn’t have any marks. No one will ever know what she went through because she might be too embarrassed to admit it.” Sylvia told her with a sly grin.
“That sounds amazing. Absolutely amazing. I really wish you would tell me though. It sounds fun! I hope you enjoyed torturing the two women that annoy me. Hey, what if I were to tell you that I want in? I want to be a part of whatever you are involved in. It sounds fun!” Agatha asked. She started to get excited about the prospect of joining in with others to grow her own empire. There was something thrilling about Sylvia. There was something that made her want to be a part of something larger.
“Trust me, Agatha. You do not want to be involved unless you are willing to take tremendous risks to your own lifestyle. What I am involved in is for those who are willing to risk everything. I am sure you remember Phoebe’s mother, Gloria. Remember what happened to her?” Sylvia said as a reminder. She liked the fact that Agatha was interested in the operation of Priscilla and Christos, but she wanted to avoid her from possibly being a weak link as well.
Agatha thought about Sylvia’s words for a moment. The way Sylvia was talking, whatever she was involved in, was probably highly illegal and dangerous. She did remember how Gloria Wellington was caught operating a sex trafficking ring, and was now in prison. She wondered if this woman was involved in the same kinds of things. She loved her company, and was desperate to have it grow, but she did not want it ruined like how Gloria almost ruined hers. She also had a daughter to give the business to, and didn’t want her to go through what Phoebe went through. “Hmmmm…ok. I will not accept for now. But whatever it is, if it can destroy Phoebe and that company, please let me know. You can also check back with me in the future. I might be game. I want to be powerful, and I want to play the game too.” she told her.
“Don’t worry. We shall keep you in mind. Let’s see how things go, and perhaps we might include you. My employer is being very cautious, and we have a plan right now. So, from here on out, this could be our last meeting. I took care of your problems with Phoebe and Kylie, so it was a pleasure doing business with you. I do have a gift for you.” Sylvia told her. She figured this should be their last meeting at the moment. The land was secured, Phoebe was destroyed, and there really wasn’t a need to continue to meet with her. It could expose Agatha to criminal activity, and she didn’t want that.
“A gift for me? Really? What did you bring me? You didn’t have to get me anything.” Agatha said with surprise. She felt a giddiness inside her body and looked at Sylvia to see what the gift was.
Sylvia saw that smile on Agatha’s face, and she liked it. She then moved a burlap sack over and put it between her legs. She opened it up and pulled out the pair of Phoebe’s boots. It was time to hand over Phoebe’s clothing to her as a trophy. “Here, these are yours. They are Phoebe’s boots.” she told her.
Agatha was shocked when she saw a pair of boots being pulled out of a sack. When she heard those boots belonged to Phoebe, she was shocked. She couldn’t believe what she was looking at. It also made her wonder how she got those boots and what else was in that sack. “Her boots? You are giving me her boots?” she asked in surprise.
“Yes! Fresh off her feet. Hehehe In fact, I am giving you, her clothes. Well not all of them but most of them. Let’s just say she is not in position to wear them anymore. You can keep them as trophies. You will always remember how she paid a price for crossing you.” Sylvia explained. She then reached inside the sack and pulled out Phoebe’s riding pants, and then her riding shirt. She could see Agatha in pure shock and loved it.
Agatha took ahold of Phoebe’s boots and held them up. She could see they were made of expensive leather, and she looked inside. She couldn’t believe she was holding these boots and then she looked over and saw more items getting pulled out. It looked like clothes, and she was curious about what it was. “Are those clothes?” she asked.
“Yes, they are Phoebe’s riding pants and her shirt. They are yours as trophies. I know you are wondering how I got them. Let’s just say Phoebe had to give up her clothes and is currently naked somewhere. Haha” Sylvia giggled as she handed over the riding pants and shirt. She watched as Agatha examined the clothes and leaned back in her chair. She decided to keep the underwear and bra. Those were on Phoebe’s naked body, and she wanted to keep them as a trophy as well.
“Wait, Phoebe ended up NAKED????? You have got to tell me what you did to her!!! Please tell me! This sounds really good!” Agatha requested with great enthusiasm. The fact that Phoebe lost her clothes and was naked was thrilling. She thought about how humiliated her rival must be at the moment. She couldn’t believe this woman destroyed Phoebe in such a splendid way.
“Hehehe like I said, it is better if you don’t know details. But I will give you this and you can use your own imagination. Phoebe has a really beautiful body. She………came……..to realize just how pretty it really is to me.” Sylvia said with a wink.
Agatha’s jaw dropped when she heard that line. Her mind started to spin, and she got excited. It seemed as though this woman must have somehow sexually humiliated Phoebe. Agatha preferred the company of men, but she always was fascinated with sexual interactions with women. To imagine Phoebe somehow getting sexually teased and possibly had an orgasm was thrilling. She looked at Sylvia and saw a sly smile on her face. She felt her own body temperature heating up and she blushed a little. “Well, that must have been exciting. I will gladly take her clothes. It will always remind me of how she was destroyed by you. I do wish you would tell me what you did to her. That way, I can subtly remind her subliminally whenever I see her.” she said.
“Hehehe I bet you do. But the less you know, the better. Oh, I put her socks in the boots, so you can have those too.” Sylvia said, then stood up from her chair. She knew she had to get that message to Priscilla and then the plan could get underway. “It really was nice talking to you. Enjoy your trophies. If I need anything from you, trust me, I will let you know.” she told her, then shook her hand.
“Yes, thank you for everything. Good luck. Please tell your employer I am eternally grateful for helping me and my business. Again, if you need anything, anything at all, let me know. Even if it is not within the law. If you know what I mean.” Agatha replied with a wink as she shook Sylvia’s hand.
Sylva gave her a knowing grin and then started to walk away. She wondered if the operation could use someone like Agatha. She had money and she owned land. It might come in handy for the operation, but figured she had better speak with Priscilla and Christos first before making any decisions. She walked away from the building and made it to her horse. It was now time to go to Plotsville and meet with Marge and her crew. The trafficking operation was set and after she got confirmation from Priscilla, they would begin!
Bessie was riding as fast as she could, looking everywhere for where Phoebe may have gone. It was getting towards late afternoon, and she was very worried. She saw great scenery, but there was still no sign of Phoebe. There were hoof prints in the dirt, but those could have been anyone. She was doing her best to keep her mind positive, but it was getting hard. She would call out Phoebe’s name, but there was no response. She saw Kylie also looking around and they both were deeply concerned. The horses came to a stop for a moment, and she looked at her maid. “Where could she be?” she asked.
Kylie looked at Bessie and she knew how concerned she was. It was also wearing on her because it definitely was not like Phoebe to disappear and not keep anyone informed. She shrugged her shoulders, and they started to ride off again. Minutes passed and then she could see a barn on the horizon, and she felt a little nervous. She remembered being told that Phoebe wanted to check out a barn in this direction and she wondered if this was it. She looked over at Bessie and tried to sound hopeful. “Hey, that might be the barn she wanted to look at. It is pretty isolated out here.” she told her.
Bessie saw the barn coming up and she felt nervous. If Phoebe was not at this barn, then she was going to have a panic attack because if she wasn’t at this location, then she would have no idea where to look. She felt really nervous as they approached the barn and then she saw something. She saw a horse standing there and that gave her hope. This was an isolated barn, and the farmhouse was quite a distance away. It could have been Phoebe’s horse! “Hey, look! I think that might be the horse she rode!” she told Kylie.
Kylie saw a horse grazing on some grass near the barn and she wondered if that was Pheobe’s. She started to feel a little excited and when they got close enough, she stopped her horse and dismounted. She waited for Bessie to dismount her horse and then she approached the lone horse. She saw the moniker of the stable on the saddle and her eyes lit up. “Hey, this horse is from that stable. I think this IS her horse. Now, where is she?” Kylie said with excitement in her voice.
Bessie felt her heart skip a beat and she started to walk towards the barn. It was true, the saddle of the lone horse belonged to the stable as their horses also had the same symbol. She then started to move faster towards the barn and prayed she was in there, or she went to the house. “Phoebe? Are you in there?” she called out.
Kylie walked with Bessie, and she also started to call out Phoebe’s name. She was concerned that there was no response but wanted to go inside the barn. She made it to the door and opened it. She walked inside and started to look around. The barn was empty, and she called out Phoebe’s name again. When she rounded a corner, they were now going into the middle of the barn and then she stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes went wide with the sight before her. She could see a person draped over what appeared to be a sawhorse. She could see the person’s naked ass and also could see how the legs were tied to crates, with the legs and feet resting on top of those crates. The person was completely naked, and she could see not only their ass, but their vagina as clear as day. “Oh my goodness! Look!” she called out.
Bessie turned the corner and then she stopped in her tracks. She saw the same person Kylie saw and could see that exposed pussy. She felt embarrassed and she put her hands to her mouth. Then she looked at the naked feet and wondered if this person needed help. She looked at Kylie and motioned her hand to follow her. When she got close, she started to recognize the body. She had seen Phoebe’s naked body plenty of times, and when she saw the ass and then the backside, she knew it was her friend. “PHOEBE!!!!! Oh my goodness!” she called out.
Kylie’s heart stopped when she realized that the person tied down was Phoebe! She had never seen Phoebe naked before, but after Bessie’s reaction she realized that her boss was completely naked and tied down. She rushed over to see what she could do to help and was absolutely stunned. She saw that ass and the pussy so helplessly exposed. Then she saw the feather sticking out of the ass and she felt her heart sink. Something terrible happened to Phoebe and they now had to rescue her. “It is her! Let’s get her out of here!” she called out.
Bessie made it to the head of Phoebe and saw that hair hanging towards the floor. She knew her friend’s hair and now she started to carefully lift the head up. She saw the face and Phoebe looked completely out of it. Her heart started to ache because something terrible happened to her. She saw how shiny her cheeks were, and it appeared she had been crying. Her mind raced wondering what could have possibly happened to her. “Phoebe? Phoebe, are you hurt? PHOEBE!!!” she called out.
Phoebe started to come to as she felt her head lifting up and she heard voices. Her eyes started to slowly open, and she felt her body aching. Her mind was very dizzy, and she started to cough. Once her eyes cleared enough, she could see that mocha-colored skin and saw the pretty face looking back at her. “Mmm…..Bessie? Is that you?” she asked softly.
"Yes!!!! Phoebe!! What happened to you?” Bessie asked. She felt such terror for her friend, and looked over at Kylie. She saw the stunned look on her face, but she had to get her attention so they could get Phoebe free. “Hey Kylie, untie her! Let’s get her free. Hang on, Phoebe.” she instructed.
Kylie started to untie the ropes around the ankles and stared at the bottoms of the feet. She had seen Phoebe’s feet before, but this felt different. Her boss looked so helpless and completely exposed. Once she got the ankles untied, she decided to remove that feather out of Phoebe’s ass since she was waking up. She did not want Phoebe to potentially realize there was a feather sticking out of her ass. She started to wonder who did this to her. Someone was ruthless and must have tortured her boss. Once she slowly removed the feather, she then started to untie the ropes from the legs on the crates. She felt really anxious and hoped Phoebe was going to be ok.
Bessie worked feverishly trying to untie the ropes around Phoebe’s wrists. She felt panicked and wondered what could have possibly happened. She heard Phoebe groaning and she really sounded dazed. Once she got the ropes free from the wrists, she carefully lifted Phoebe’s head and looked at her face. She could see her opening and closing her eyes and she was very scared for her. Something terrible really happened to her and she wanted to comfort her. She saw Kylie now standing up and grabbing Phoebe’s waist. She then stood up and took the wrists and they both carefully got Phoebe off of the sawhorse and then laid her on her back on the ground. Bessie sat on the ground and got Phoebe on her legs and started to hold her. She had no idea what happened and worse yet, Phoebe was naked. She looked around and wondered where her clothes were. “Kylie? Do you see her clothes anywhere around? We should cover her.” she said softly.
Kylie started to look around the area and could not see any items of clothing. She did notice on the ground near where Phoebe’s body was and saw clumps of shaving cream mixed with hair. Her eyes opened up wide and realized that someone had shaved Phoebe. She remembered looking at that naked pussy and there were no pubic hairs. She started to blush because whoever did this to her, really must have humiliated her. Shaving someone like that was to humiliate them and she started to hurt for Phoebe. She continued to look around and saw no clothing. “I-I don’t see any! I wonder if whoever did this to her, took her clothes! What are we going to do?” she asked.
Bessie’s heart sank when she realized that there were no clothes. She wondered what they were going to do because they wanted to take Phoebe back home, but they couldn’t take her back to the ceremony location with her being completely naked. “Is there a blanket or anything around here? We have to find something for her. We can’t let her leave naked!” she called out.
Kylie started to walk through the barn, and it was very empty. She started to grow very worried because it was true. They could not take her back home naked. She didn’t see anything and then she thought of an idea. There was a house nearby and she figured at this point she had to go there and perhaps ask for a blanket. She also wondered if they might have seen who did this to her boss. “Hey Bessie, there is nothing in here to cover her. I am going to go to the house and see if they have a blanket. I will be right back.” she told her.
Bessie felt the urge to cry. Phoebe was barely conscious, and she was groaning. It truly broke her heart to see her in this state, and she was very worried about her. She heard Kylie saying she was going to go to the house and that sounded like a good idea. She nodded her head when she saw Kylie’s face and then watched her leave. Now, it was just her and Phoebe in this barn. Her closest friend and sometimes lover was naked, humiliated and completely dazed. She had no idea what might have happened to her, and it truly frightened her to her core. She cuddled with Phoebe and looked at her body. She could see her breasts, and stomach. She looked down on her long legs and saw those naked feet. She then noticed the groin and could see there was no pubic hair there. “What happened to you?” she whispered softly.
Phoebe was still groaning as she wanted to wake up, but her head was spinning. Her mind was in a fog, but she did recognize the voice. “Bessie…..Bessie…..I love you….Bessie…” she said softly.
“I love you too. What happened to you? Who did this to you?” Bessie whispered back. She held onto Phoebe tighter and waited for Kylie to return. She wanted to get Phoebe home and make sure she was safe and sound. She wondered if she should contact law enforcement. She wondered who could have done this to her. Whoever did this, wanted to send a message. “Hang in there, we will get you home.” she said, the hugged Phoebe tighter.
Kylie came back to the barn after 10 minutes and had a blanket in her hand. Alongside her was the wife of the farmer who owned the barn. She had knocked on the door and explained that her friend was in trouble inside their barn and they needed a blanket to keep her warm. The wife seemed very understanding and got her a blanket. She even wanted to give some money to her since they needed to take this blanket back with them. The wife declined it, and she wanted to help. She didn’t want to tell the woman who it was because if word got out that Phoebe Wellington was found naked and tied up in a barn, that would do a lot of damage to her reputation. Once she got to the barn, she quickly put the blanket around Phoebe, and she helped Bessie get Phoebe to her feet. The wife of the farmer was stunned that some young lady was knocked out in this barn and was happy to help her. They carefully got Phoebe back to their horses and figured they would tell the ranch hands where Phoebe’s horse was, so they could retrieve it. Kylie then thanked the woman again, and she mounted her horse. Phoebe was with Bessie on the horse, and they started to ride off. As they rode, she thought about what happened and she wanted to find out what had happened. Because whoever did this to Pheobe, she wanted to make them suffer. Revenge was on her mind and one day, she was going to make someone pay for all of this.
La Diabla continued to ride her horse and looked out into the horizon. She felt nervous, and there was some anger within her body. Her mind was focused since she was very worried. Her greatest rival requested her presence for some kind of business offer. She knew she never wanted to work for or with that evil woman, Priscilla Montenegro, but there was a threat in the letter she received. Priscilla mentioned that she has her “heart”. Those thoughts constantly went back to Darby. The letter mentioned revenge and Darby was a part of that moment when Priscilla was apprehended in Santa Selena. If something was happening to the woman she loved, then she had to go meet this woman and find out what this offer was all about. She was very grateful her two friends, Gabby and Veronica, were with her. She did not trust Priscilla at all, and wanted to make sure she had some backup in case it was a trap. The last time she saw Priscilla, it was in Ciudad Del Reina. It was there that Priscilla helped the Greek bounty hunter, Thalia, escape. She wished she captured Priscilla right then and there, but she escaped. La Diabla took a deep breath because Ciudad Azteca was approaching. The Mexican town had some great memories for her. She and her friends had a very good time, and it was an adventure. It also had some terrible moments because Veronica was kidnapped. They ended up rescuing her and that could have been the moment that Priscilla was focusing on her again. There were also some very good memories. She thought of the barmaid, Gianna. That woman was so sexy and very sensual. She had such a great time with her and hoped one day she would see her again. She didn’t think she would visit her this time, because her full attention had to be on Priscilla.
“Hey, the town is coming up. I can hear the music playing. The fiesta is still going on!” Gabby said, trying to lighten the mood. She was very concerned after learning about the letter Priscilla sent. She knew La Diabla had to be affected, but it also affected her. She had grown to hate Priscilla. That woman was behind the love of her life being captured. She hoped she could confront Priscilla and destroy her personally. The horse ride was very quiet as they returned to the town when some bad memories occurred, but also some very good ones. She and Veronica had passionate sex a few times, and they even got paid a lot of money for stealing a diamond from the mayor and returning it to an aspiring crime lord. She could hear the music playing and she wanted to lighten the mood so they could smile again before meeting a true evil woman.
Veronica smiled when she heard the music. She also felt very tense on the journey back to this town. She had mixed emotions about the town. She had some incredible memories with La Diabla and her lover, Gabby. They partied hard, they enjoyed each other, and it also eventually led to a threesome with Gabby and La Diabla when they returned home. But it was also a town of traumatic memories. She thought about the time she was in captivity. The way Pilar and Maria tortured her body by tickling her. The way they dominated her and even made her submit to them. It was something she would never forget and hoped that she could get some revenge on those three women that tormented her. She was very concerned about La Diabla though. She read that letter that Priscilla sent, and she wondered who the “heart” was. She suspected it was Darby but had to find out. She focused her mind on the upcoming encounter because she had a feeling it could also be a trap. She needed to take a deep breath and went along with Gabby’s enthusiasm. “Hehehe yeah, they are going to party all week. Despite things that happened here, we really did have a good time.” she told the group.
“We sure did. Hey La Diabla, after we meet with the bitch, want to stay the night? It is nighttime right now, and once we are done with that witch, we should stay and have some fun. We are all so tense right now, and partying would do us wonders. Maybe we can even……hehehehehe….. spend some time together again. Or you could find Gianna and we can include her. You and her versus me and Veronica. Imagine the fun!” Gabby offered. She felt nervous and really wanted to make the mood much lighter.
La Diabla chuckled when she heard that offer from Gabby. Her mind thought of that scenario where all four women were naked and wrestling around on a bed. It would be the craziest and probably most erotic orgy she had ever been a part of. She started to think how much she loved her two friends. Even with potential danger coming, they were still trying to find light moments. That’s what she adored about them. They were very fun to be around, even when things were bleak. She looked over at Gabby and figured she would play with her mind a little. “I will think about that offer. Sounds like fun….” she smiled.
Gabby’s eyes went wide when she heard that response. The possibility of having a foursome sounded like a lot of fun. Now she really got excited about destroying Priscilla because that kind of event would be the memory of a lifetime! “Hehehe then we will take care of this business, and we will find out who wins. I know me and Vero will win. You and Gianna better be prepared to feel incredible pleasure. Hehehe” she giggled with excitement.
La Diabla shook her head and continued to ride. She looked at her pocket watch and saw that it was 7:30pm. It was one hour before she was supposed to meet Priscilla and now her mind got focused again. She already guessed Priscilla was at the location, setting herself up and protecting herself. She knew she had to scout the surrounding areas to make sure none of the Montenegro gang were lurking around. The last thing she wanted was to be captured by that gang. They have been wanting to kill her for a long time. It took her back to when she narrowly escaped from them and hurt her ankle when she went through a second story window at the Montenegro home. It was there that started the very close relationship she had with Cheyenne as the young woman rescued her. She thought about how deep her history with Priscilla went and it was without a doubt her greatest rivalry. Not even her brief rivalry with Darby was as difficult and traumatic as her battle with Priscilla. She lost her gang in those battles. Even though she got the last laugh between them, the fact she was still on the loose made everything that much more difficult. La Diabla got closer to the building and looked around. It was dark, but the streetlamps kept some light, so she could see if there were other horses, or other signs of multiple people possibly being inside. She looked over at Gabby and Veronica and focused her eyes. “Hey, keep an eye out around this building. According to this letter, I am to meet her alone. I don’t trust that bitch, but I know she is a woman of her evil word and would harm whatever my heart is.” she told them.
“Are you sure you don’t want us to come in there with you? You know we can’t trust her at all.” Veronica asked. She felt nervous because of how dangerous Priscilla and her minions were. She wondered if the two women that tortured her would be there as well.
“I know. I don’t trust her at all, but I also know she will do something to harm me. The way that letter read, it sounded like she would harm something, or someone else just to hurt me. I just pray it is not someone I know. I think it might be Darby, but I guess I will find out. Let’s look around this building and try to determine if there are more people here. Look for anyone standing on the streets near here, ready to jump into this building at a moment’s notice. We have to cover our bases and be ready for anything. In 30 minutes, I meet this crazy woman.” she instructed.
“On it.” Gabby responded then got off her horse. She wanted to scout the perimeter to make sure there weren’t others that could possibly enter the building and trap La Diabla. She was also very aware that she could be getting observed herself, since surely Priscilla would already be at this location ahead of time. It reminded her of the time when Veronica was kidnapped, and she had to come to this same building, only to be shown another note to go to a different place. It hurt her a lot, but then another memory came to mind. This was the same building that she and La Diabla had captured Rosa, the Rurales member, in and tormented her. That was a really good time, and she couldn’t help but smile over what she did on her part with Rosa’s feet and body.
La Diabla watched as both Veronica and Gabby went about their routine to scout the premises. She started to recognize this building more and remembered this was the same location where she had a confrontation with Rosa. She thought about that woman and how hell bent she was on getting revenge. It did affect her a little because Rosa was simply getting revenge for her father being killed by some of El Guapo’s men. She actually felt bad for her. However, she was going to defend herself, and capturing Rosa was a good moment. She remembered how much she and Gabby tormented that woman and left her in this same location. She wondered if someone stumbled upon her and saw her completely naked and tied to the top of a table. She shook her head with those thoughts, then looked at her pocket watch again. It was ten minutes before she was to meet Priscilla, and she got anxious. She felt her heart beating faster and she had to calm herself. She suspected a trap, so she was going to make sure she was ready to start shooting her gun if necessary. She looked around and saw both Gabby and Veronica nodding back at her to let her know they didn’t see anything. La Diabla took a deep breath and figured now was a good time to enter. She stepped forward and headed towards the building. Her mind was wondering what this was going to be about but had to be ready for anything. She entered into the building and looked around. It was illuminated with lanterns, and she made her way deeper inside. She passed by the table where Rosa was tied down on and she giggled. She then heard something, and she stopped in her tracks, and placed her hand on her gun.
“You’re early. So punctual. Hehehee” a voice called out.
La Diabla turned and saw a figure walking out of one of the rooms. She recognized the voice and soon, the figure stepped into the light and her heart raced. It was Priscilla. The woman who caused her all kinds of pain. The woman who tormented Cheyenne. The woman who humiliated Darby. The woman who defeated her and broke her before. The same woman that could have killed Bessie in order to help Thalia escape. Now, she was face to face with her and she wondered if she should just shoot her right now. Then she saw someone else coming out of the shadows and it was a young woman. It looked similar to the young woman Veronica described. Either way, Priscilla was not alone, and she had to be careful. She remembered there was another companion and she looked around to make sure that person did not sneak up on her. “Priscilla Montenegro. The queen bitch herself.” she said in a cold tone.
“La Diabla, the dumbest and most evil bitch walking around. Good to see you again! I was wondering if you would get my letter. I guessed you might have been at the Toscano farm, and my hunch paid off. Thank you for being so prompt!” Priscilla told her with an evil grin. She could see how tense La Diabla was, and she felt herself calming down. She had an ace up her sleeve, and she looked forward to the reaction La Diabla would eventually give when she showed off that ace card.
La Diabla saw the smirk on Priscilla’s face and wished she could just end her right now. She heard such a happy tone in her voice and now her curiosity was getting to her. She had to know why they were even meeting. “Ok bitch, why are we here? You don’t like me; I don’t like you. Why would I work with you?” she asked in a sarcastic tone.
“Hehehe you are direct. I like that. I really do think we would make a great team. You see, I am starting my trafficking ring again, but I don’t have a true enforcer. You remember Helga, right? I need someone like her and who is better than you? You are sick and twisted. As much as I hate you, I will acknowledge that you have great skills. I remember when Francine was your sex slave. She told me what you used to do to her. So, it is within you. Now, I need those skills for my new operation.” Priscilla told her.
La Diabla remembered when she had Francine as her sex slave at El Guapo’s villa. She regretted that fact after experiencing what she went through in Santa Selena and also Ciudad Del Reina. Knowing that she could have been a sex slave herself made her realize her mistake in forcing poor Francine a sex slave to her. What really got her changing her mind was the fact that the sweet, lovable Cheyenne could have been a sex slave. The thought of that innocent woman getting ravished really bothered her. Now, the woman she hated was offering her a role in a new trafficking ring. She started to smile, then a laugh came out. “haha….hahahahaha…..HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Are you serious? You want ME to help you with a sex trafficking ring? After all the hell you put me through in Santa Selena, I am going to help you? You think I am going to help you after all what you did to Cheyenne? You are one crazy bitch…..” she laughed.
Priscilla felt excited. That was the reaction she wanted to see. She knew once she pulled out her ace, it would devastate La Diabla, and that moment would be very sweet. “I figured you might laugh at my offer, but you might want to reconsider it. You would be an amazing addition to my crew. You will report to me, and I will give you orders. It will be fun! However, if you turn me down, I will destroy your heart….” she warned.
La Diabla stopped laughing and then her face turned serious. This was the moment she dreaded. She wondered if Priscilla captured Darby and was going to use her to convince her to be a part of Priscilla’s scheme. She felt her heart racing because she wanted to rescue Darby and then destroy the woman in front of her. Now it was time for business. “What the hell are you talking about? My heart? It’s in my chest, you dumb bitch. Now, how about we end this conversation and we both can go about our lives.” she told her.
“Hehehe oh you stupid woman. Trust me, you are going to work for me. If you don’t well, your heart dies…..” Priscilla said in a dead serious tone. She then looked towards the staircase that was nearby and smiled. This was the moment she waited for. “Oh Pilar, can you bring down the heart please?” she shouted.
La Diabla turned her head towards the stairs to see what Priscilla was talking about. She felt her pulse quickening and she got extremely nervous. If it was Darby, then she would try to get her free and the both of them would go after Priscilla. That way they could end that woman once and for all. She saw someone walking down the stairs, and then she saw another pair of legs. One of the pairs were stocky, thick legs. The other pair of legs were much thinner, and she saw reddish colored boots. That threw her off because Darby wore cowboy boots. Those reddish boots looked very nice and now she wondered who they could be. As the pair went further down the stairs, she saw more of the bodies. Her nerves were on edge and then finally she saw faces. It was at that moment her heart stopped. Everything stood still as she recognized the face of the person with the reddish boots. She saw the other person’s face and wondered who she was. It was a fatter face, and she held a knife to the throat of the woman in the reddish boots. Her heart exploded as she realized it was her mother. “Mama???” she called out.
Isabel felt herself moving down the stairs and she felt extremely scared. It had been a terrible day after being kidnapped and tortured by these evil women. She remembered how they tickle tortured her all over her body, and stripped her completely naked. She also remembered the humiliation of getting her pubic hairs shaved and even forced to orgasm. She was very miserable, and she wished she could die at a few moments of sadness. When she was taken to this location, she kept being told that her heart was going to suffer. When it came time for her to walk down the stairs, she was frightened to her core because of the knife directly under her throat. A quick move and she would be killed instantly. She heard voices downstairs and when she walked down them, she saw someone standing there. Her eyes went wide open with surprise as she recognized that face. It was the most beautiful face she could ever see. Her heart burst with love when she saw the one person she loved more than anyone else on the planet. It was her daughter, Salem Veracruz. “Mija?” she asked softly.
La Diabla was still in a state of shock as she saw her mother come down those stairs and was standing there. She saw the knife under her throat and knew her mother was in immediate danger. She immediately took her gun out and pointed it at Priscilla. She saw the smirk on Priscilla’s face, and she wanted to shoot every last bullet she had into that woman’s head. “YOU BITCH!!!! YOU HAVE MY MOTHER???? I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!!!!” she screamed with intensity.
Priscilla saw the look of rage on La Diabla’s face, and she loved it. She was a little concerned that a gun was pointing at her, but she still felt confident she had the upper hand. Now it was time to break La Diabla’s mind. “Put that gun away, you dumb *****. If you shoot me, she dies immediately. You would have killed two people. Me and your mother. So put the gun down. NOW!” she ordered.
La Diabla felt an intense rage in her body. She had never felt this way before and her anger was on a level she never reached before. But she also felt a deep pain knowing that the woman she loved more than anyone was in danger of being killed. That fact prevented her from pulling the trigger and now this entire situation just got deadly serious. She looked over at her mother again and saw that look of terror on her face. That truly broke her heart, and she started to get emotional. She then looked back at Priscilla and scowled as she lowered her gun. It would feel good to kill Priscilla, but she would never forgive herself if it led to her mother’s death. “Priscilla……why? Why do you have my mother? Our rivalry…..is between us. Me and you. Leave her out of this. Please.” she told her with her voice cracking with emotion.
Priscilla heard that emotion in La Diabla’s voice and she knew she had her. She wanted to dance, but she had to make sure her plan worked. She stared at the outlaw, and it was time to break her. “Your mother is such a perfect gift! She is the reason you will work for me. It is pretty simple. Work for me, she lives. You refuse; she dies. Can you live with yourself knowing YOU killed her? So, ready to work for me?” she asked with a sinister grin.
La Diabla’s heart crashed as she heard the offer. Now she knew what Priscilla meant by her heart. Isabel meant everything to her and knowing her safety was dependent on her, made her realize she was trapped. She looked over at her mother and that look of terror really got to her. “Mama….” she said softly.
Isabel saw her daughter’s expression and she was very concerned. She also heard what Priscilla was telling her, and she knew her daughter was in an impossible position. Her own life was on the line, but she was more concerned about Salem’s well-being. “Mija….te amo. I love you so much. I will always love you. Tu Eres mi Corazón. You will always be my heart….” she said softly.
La Diabla felt her eyes filling with tears when she heard those words. This was the most devastating situation she had ever been in. She felt herself shaking and she felt like she was going to scream in extreme sadness. She could not lose her mother. That was the one thing she never wanted to ever happen, especially after losing her father when she was 10 years old. She knew what she had to do. She absolutely hated Priscilla, but to keep her mother safe, she had to do what the evil woman wanted. She looked towards Priscilla and saw that smirk. She closed her eyes for a moment, then took a deep breath. She slowly opened her eyes again and nodded her head. “Ok bitch, you win. I will work for you.” she told her.
Priscilla felt highly elated when she heard that response. She knew she had just broken La Diabla, and it was a sweet victory. She could now force La Diabla to torment others and her sex trafficking ring was now going to be perfect. She started to rub her hands together and now she could work with her new employee. “Thank you for accepting my offer! You will be a GREAT addition to my team. Hehehe As long as you do what I say, sweet Isabel will live. I must say, she is quite beautiful. We met earlier obviously, and she really is a gorgeous woman. Hard to believe she gave birth to a demon like you, but I guess anything is possible. She is very fit. She doesn’t look her age. When I saw her body, I was….” she started to say when she was interrupted.
“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN WHEN YOU SAW HER BODY?!” La Diabla screamed when she heard that description. Her mind raced and now she had the feeling that her mother had been tortured by Priscilla. That enraged her and she looked back at her mother. She could see the look in her eyes and when she saw Isabel closing her eyes in shame, she looked right back at Priscilla. Her hatred for that woman skyrocketed and she wanted to kill her on the spot. If Isabel was tortured like she knows how Priscilla tortures someone, then her mother went through a lot of humiliation. She had to calm herself because Isabel was still in immediate danger. “I swear……when this is over, you will die. If anything happens to her, you die. I will work for you, but if you harm my mother, you die. This I swear…….” she said in a very evil voice.
Priscilla heard that tone and it did make her shiver. She had never heard that tone before, and she knew how dangerous La Diabla was. She was still in control, but she had to be extra careful. “If you do what I say, she will be fine. You are the one who will determine her fate. You try to betray me, she dies. You know I am serious about that. Oh, she will be taken back and watched by my husband’s gang. You KNOW how dangerous they are, so don’t get fantasies in your head that you can simply rescue her. You know how serious I can get. So, do what you are told to do, bitch. This I swear….” she told her, using a strong tone and also using La Diabla’s words against her.
La Diabla started to growl as she wanted to destroy that woman. She knew she was beaten at this moment, and she had to follow Priscilla’s orders. She definitely knew about the brutality of the Montenegro gang and now she had to make sure she did what Priscilla asked. She just could not lose her mother. Her heart was breaking, and she felt her body trembling. “Ok bitch, what do you want me to do?” she asked.
Priscilla couldn’t contain her excitement. She heard that response from La Diabla and wanted to celebrate. Her plan worked to perfection and now she had control of the most dangerous outlaw she ever encountered. She looked over at Isabel and thought about how she broke that woman. It was perfect now because she broke both mother and daughter. She thought about making La Diabla suck her toes, but that would probably lead to some revenge, and she might be killed. So, she figured ordering her around would be better. She was excited about this first opportunity and then walked up to her longtime rival. She placed her right hand on the left shoulder and smiled. “I am glad you came to that decision. We are going to have so much fun together!” she gloated.
“Get your hand off my shoulder or you lose it.” La Diabla growled as she felt that hand on her shoulder. She may have had to listen to Priscilla, but she was not going to be a willing partner. She looked at the woman’s face and that smirk on it really angered her. She wished she could kill Priscilla right at the moment. She did not want to torture her; she wanted to end her life. Kidnapping her mother, torturing her and humiliating her was too large of a sin for any kind of mercy. She knew the first chance she got; she was going to end Priscilla’s life.
“Sorry! Gee, you seem so angry. You should be happy! You get to help me AND your mother lives. I could have just killed her you know, but figured I might as well involve you to help me. How ironic that it was you that helped end my business with Gloria Wellington, only to help me grow it with a new partner. Oh, by the way, Thalia sends her regards. Hehehe” Priscilla taunted. She knew how angry La Diabla was and wanted to keep tormenting her mind. She looked over at Isabel again and nodded her head to Pilar to take her away.
“Mija! Just do what she says. I will be ok. I love you, Salem. I love you.” Isabel said as she was led away. She heard what Priscilla told her daughter, and she also heard that angry rage within her. She wanted to protect Salem, but also herself. She prayed that she could get released and reunite with her as a reason for living.
La Diabla heard her mother telling her how much she loved her, and it made her heart ache that she was in that position. She started to tremble with rage and knew she had to hold back. “What do you want me to do now?” she asked again.
“hehehe it would be better if you sounded nicer, but ok, I will tell you. I know you and your friends are together. I am not stupid. So, to prove you are strong enough to do this job, I want you and your friends to bring me a new sex slave! I don’t care who she is. Find some woman in this town and bring her here. I want to see you torture her and prepare her for a life of sex slavery. Simple enough, right?” Priscilla ordered. She already knew Pilar and Maria were ready, but she wanted to break La Diabla’s spirit and force her to torture someone in front of them. She planned to send La Diabla to the United States and help Sylvia at the new location. She had received the message from her partner earlier and was thrilled that everything was ready. Now, she was going to be back in business, and she needed everything to be perfect. The best part was that she didn’t plan on paying La Diabla like she paid Helga and Svetlana. The life of her mother would be payment enough.
La Diabla heard that request and she felt terrible. After her life experiences and then asking Francine for forgiveness, she didn’t want to kidnap anyone to become a sex slave. She would torture them to rob them, but not to make the rest of their lives a miserable Hell. She knew this was going to bother her soul, but it had to be done. Isabel’s safety was at risk and if she needed to torture someone in order to keep her mother safe, she was going to do it. Now, she had to go find some innocent woman and that was really going to be difficult. She looked at Priscilla’s smirk and her hatred was at a whole other level. “Ok….I will be back.” she said, then started to walk away.
“Don’t forget! You try something stupid, and she dies. You know how I am. You know I am not lying about something like that. I will have her killed if you decide to cross me. See you soon!” Priscilla warned. She wanted to make sure La Diabla knew she was under her control. She then blew her a kiss and watched her leave the room. She wanted to scream in happiness but kept herself under control. She waited a few moments to make sure La Diabla was gone, then looked at Maria. “hehehe we got her! This is one SWEET day!” she said with excitement.
“That was so amazing. I can’t believe you made her work for us. I think she will be very good at this.” Maria replied. She saw how happy her boss was, but she also felt a little bad. She witnessed that entire interaction and even though it worked out, she felt a little bad for La Diabla. Having her mother in a life-threatening situation had to be hard. It was kind of sad hearing Isabel’s voice and the reaction La Diabla gave. It also gave her a new perspective on the outlaw. She heard how evil she was, but the way she was so emotional towards Isabel let her know that inside that heart there was a lot of love. She had a feeling Priscilla wouldn’t care if her own mother was in danger, but seeing La Diabla so emotional made her think there was compassion. She wondered how this would all turn out and she also hoped that no one was killed. Maria was good with torture, and sexual situations, but she did not want to see anyone die. That would be too difficult.
“Yes, she will. I know her. She will be a great addition to our team, and she will do what I say. She obviously loves her mother, and I will use that to control her once and for all. Hehehehe Now, let’s get Isabel back to the hotel. We will keep her there while we make our next moves. Hey Pilar, you know what to do! Come back as soon as possible so we can witness La Diabla playing with some woman. Hehehe” Priscilla instructed. She then found a chair to sit down on and awaited the return of the outlaw. She felt so powerful and that nothing could go wrong now. Isabel would be hidden somewhere, and she was going to use the threat of death towards Isabel to keep La Diabla from killing her. She did have some fear that if Isabel somehow got away, La Diabla would surely come looking to kill her. She knew her own life was now on the line and this plan could not go wrong. “hehehe Oh, this feels so good.” she gloated to herself.
La Diabla walked out of the building and saw both Veronica and Gabby standing there. She could see the surprised look on their faces, and she had a hard time trying to contain her emotions. She started to tear up and worked hard to maintain her composure. “Hey ladies….” she said softly.
Gabby saw La Diabla walking back towards her and felt excited. She was returning unharmed, which was a good sign. When she saw her get close, she could see the look of anger on her face. She looked really upset and she thought she was so blind with rage, that she wondered if she would start crying. “Hey! What happened in there? What did Priscilla want?” she asked.
“Yes, what did she want and why do you look so angry?” Veronica asked. She also felt happy that La Diabla was coming back to them and she appeared to be unharmed. She could see how angry her friend looked and hoped everything was going to be ok.
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La Diabla heard their questions, and she had to come up with a way to tell them what happened without her rage and her tears from coming out. She thought about the look on Isabel’s face and that really hurt her very soul. Her mother was in danger and now she had to help a woman she truly hated. She wondered how she was going to break this down to her friends. She got to where they were standing and took a very deep breath. “Listen….this will be very difficult for me to say, and please be patient with me. I am very emotional right now and if I burst into tears, please understand why.” she told them in a soft voice.
Gabby’s jaw dropped when she heard that response. Her friend was very emotional and now she wondered what happened in there. She also started to regret not going inside the building with La Diabla to help her. Whatever happened really seemed to make her emotional and now she was very concerned. “What? What happened? Tell us!” she asked with emotion in her own voice.
“Yes, come on tell us. You can tell us anything. What happened to where you want to cry?” Veronica asked with great concern. She loved La Diabla and to see her cry would mean something terrible happened inside that building. She felt really nervous and hoped she could help her.
“Well…..I….I agreed to work for Priscilla. Believe me, I don’t want to, but I have no choice.” La Diabla said in a soft voice. She really appreciated her friends being concerned and knew she was going to rely on them more than ever for support.
“What???? Work for Priscilla?? WHY? To do what?” Gabby asked in shock. She knew that for La Diabla to agree to work for Priscilla, something major happened in there. Now she wanted to run in there and take care of Priscilla herself. She still owed her for helping torture Veronica.
“YES!!! What the hell happened in there? Tell us! Why do you have to work for that bitch?” Veronica shouted. She was getting very upset hearing that La Diabla had to work for Priscilla. After being tortured at the hands of Priscilla’s associates, she wanted to destroy that woman herself.
“Look, this is hard for me to say. I do have to work for her. If I do not, then……then….” La Diabla started to say when she felt her heart breaking again. This was going to be very difficult for her to say because it made her think about Isabel. Her eyes filled with tears and then she felt one streak out and run down her left cheek. Her lips started to quiver, and she took a deep breath. “…she will kill my mother.” she said, her voice cracking with emotion.
Gabby’s jaw dropped when she heard those words. She just learned that La Diabla had to work for Priscilla, or her mother would be killed. That sent her mind into a tailspin because she had so many questions. The first being that somehow La Diabla’s mother was involved in this entire situation. She remembered a few conversations in the past where La Diabla talked about her mother. She loved that conversation because it showed a side of the outlaw that was beautiful. She talked about her mother in such loving and glowing terms. She learned just how much she loved her mother, and it was always a joy to hear about their mother-daughter interactions. Now that her mother was in a threatening position by a woman that was truly hated, she started to get emotional. She saw that tear fall down the cheek and her own heart started to break. She immediately walked up to her and hugged her tight. “Oh no!!!! Your mother? How is that even possible?” she asked softly.
La Diabla felt the passion in that hug, and it took everything she had to not burst into hysterical tears. She had to maintain her composure, but it was very difficult. The fact her mother’s life was in danger really destroyed her. Then she felt a hug from Veronica and now all three women were hugging. She felt that comfort and she could hold back no longer. She started to cry as she thought about the situation she was in. “She has my mother….sob she has my mother….” she cried.
Veronica joined the hug, and she held on tight. After hearing that Priscilla kidnapped her mother, she felt so bad for La Diabla. She heard the outlaw start to cry and that really affected her heart. She started to cry because her friend was hurting and very afraid. “I’m so sorry….” she whispered.
Gabby heard those cries, and her heart ached as well. Anger started to rise in her body, and she wanted to tear Priscilla limb from limb. That woman has now hurt the two people that meant so much to her. She looked over and saw Veronica crying as well. She knew her lover felt for the outlaw and now her eyes got watery. She closed her eyes for a moment to try and maintain her composure. She continued to hear the heavy sobs coming from La Diabla and she held her tighter. She wanted her to let her sadness out, then they could start to plan their next move. “It’s ok, let it out. We are here.” she whispered.
Having her two friends hugging her and letting her cry was appreciated by La Diabla and she continued to cry. The image of her mother’s face in terror dominated her mind and it was killing her. She wished it was her under that knife, but now she had to focus on getting her back. She slowed down her crying and started to compose herself. She let the last few tears come out, and then she started to relax her body. She could feel the love in that group hug, but she needed to get to business. “Thank you both. I love you both dearly. I don’t know what I would do if you weren’t here with me.” she told them.
“We are always with you. Rest assured we will do anything for you. Priscilla taking your mother is the same as taking our mother. That bitch will pay for this. I swear…” Gabby said. She could feel her anger still rising and her hatred grew even more. The hug broke and she could see the tear-stained eyes of La Diabla. That affected her a lot and she swore that when she got her hands on Priscilla, that woman was going to pay a major price.
“Yes, we love you too. I can’t believe she would do something like that. How did she capture your mother? How did she even know who she was?” Veronica asked. She was very concerned about La Diabla’s mother and wanted to rescue her.
“I have no idea. But she had her. She had one of her idiots hold a knife to……to her throat.” La Diabla began to say. The image of that knife being on her mother’s neck was making her emotional again and she had to steady herself. “She said if I don’t work for her, my mother dies. I-I can’t let that happen, so I agreed to it.” she explained.
“THAT BITCH!!! OOOOOHHH!!! I want to kill her!!! She was responsible for kidnapping Vero, now she takes your mother? That bitch will PAY!!!!” Gabby screamed. The thought of Priscilla causing the people she loved such emotional trauma really bothered her and she really wanted to kill that woman.
“I want to make her pay for what she did to me too! Ok, so if you work for her, what do you have to do?” Veronica asked. She already knew she was going to help La Diabla no matter what it was. She wanted to help her and then help her free her mother. She could see the look on Gabby’s face and knew she felt the same.
“Priscilla is operating a new sex trafficking ring. She wants me to be an enforcer and a torturer for the slaves, much like that Russian bitch, Helga, I told you about. So, I have to find a victim and bring her back here. The problem is, I don’t know who to kidnap. That is not my style. I don’t want to kidnap some innocent woman and doom her to a life as a sex slave. I-I don’t know what to do.” La Diabla explained. She started to think of Cheyenne and remembered how scared she was in becoming a sex slave. That always bothered her, and she never wanted to see another innocent victim like that ever again.
“Wow….That is a tough one. You know we are willing to help you. No matter what.” Gabby said to the outlaw. She felt nervous because this assignment was far different than anything they had to do. They would capture women, tickle torture them, and sexually humiliate them, but that was because they wanted to rob them. After they were done, then they would set the person free. They wouldn’t take them as prisoners. Now, they were faced with that prospect and that made her feel very uncomfortable.
“I know. I mean, that is hard to do. To force some woman to be a sex slave and never see her friends and family again? That woman is just……..EVIL.” Veronica said with emphasis. She looked at her two companions and could tell this assignment bothered them. She didn’t like it either. She was captured by Thalia herself and if it wasn’t for Becky Lockhart, she could have been a sex slave too. “Hey, do you think we can just capture a woman that seems too arrogant? Like the women we rob. I mean, I don’t want to send a woman away like that, but we can’t do it to someone who is innocent and a good person. That would be too much.” she offered.
“Hmmm….that might be a good idea my love. We have to do this assignment no matter what. We can’t expose her mother like that, because we know Priscilla would kill her if she had to. So, if we go after a bitch, at least we won’t feel AS bad. Now, where do we find a bitch to capture? We have to get moving, so we can let that bitch Priscilla know and we keep your mother alive.” Gabby said, then looked over at La Diabla. She could still see how heartbroken she was and wanted to do everything she could to help her.
La Diabla heard the plan and even though she did not want to do something like that to an innocent person, she had no other choice., It was either some random woman, or her mother. It was a sacrifice she had to make. “Ok, let’s do that. This place still has a lot of people celebrating in the fiesta. Let’s keep our eyes out for a woman that is a bitch, and we can go from there. Hey, I really want to thank the two of you. I know this is something that you don’t want to do, but you are helping me anyway. You have no idea how much my heart is shattered right now, and I…..really love you both for being here for me. I am not the sentimental type, but I just wanted to let you two know that I will never forget this.” she told them.
Gabby started to smile hearing those sweet words from La Diabla. She hated this situation, but she would do it again in a heartbeat. She took a deep breath and nodded her head. “Ok, let’s get this job done. Let’s find someone and begin this horrible job. We love you too and I promise you; your mother will be safe after this all ends.” she declared.
La Diabla nodded her head and appreciated both women. She then started to walk towards the fiesta area and hoped to find someone that she could kidnap. It was a horrible feeling, but she had to save Isabel. She was willing to do anything, even if she had to kill someone, to help her mother and make sure she was safe and sound. She focused her eyes and her mind. It was time to truly become….La Diabla.
Sylvia entered the showroom of Madam Broussard’s Burlesque show and looked for Marge. She just returned to Plotsville and was anxious to get ready to begin the trafficking ring. It was evening time, and she thought about her day. She loved the fact she destroyed Phoebe Wellington and now she wanted to settle down with her new partners and find a new victim. She did send a message to Priscilla and felt invigorated. She saw Diane performing on stage and the music was playing very loud. She found a seat at a table and made eye contact with Rita. She saw the sultry dancer come over and sit down at her table. “Hello, Rita, is Marge around?” she asked.
Rita saw Sylvia enter and she felt nervous. She still could not believe that she and her fellow dancers were now getting involved in sex trafficking. It was a weird feeling for her to participate in something like that. Even though they would rob people, the victims were always set free. Now, they would capture innocent women and doom them to a life of misery. She trusted Marge for this endeavor and also knew how much they would be getting paid for this job. She saw the facility where they would keep the slaves and she and her fellow dancers did their best to set it up for incoming slaves. She wondered how the first capture would go and felt really nervous. She saw Sylvia sitting there and she looked really happy. This woman was very powerful, and she wanted to stay on her good side. “She is in the back. She will be out shortly. Ingrid told me you both had a good time today.” she answered.
Sylvia grinned when she heard the mention of Ingrid. She looked at Rita and thought she was very attractive as well. She looked at that pretty face and leaned closer to her. “Yes, it was great fun! I am sure the target will survive, and I wish she could remember it. From what you all told me; she won’t remember that nightmare. Such a shame. I do have a question though. The potion makes victims far more sensitive to touch and also makes them extremely horny. However, when we have the sex slaves, we have to break their spirit. If they forget what happens to them, how will they become docile? That is very important in this business.” she asked.
“We thought about that on our way back here. We used that potion to make our targets forget so that we won’t get caught. In this case, we decided on a solution. We torture them and after they break, we can give them the potion and torture them again. The potion only affects the memory of the moment. Not events beforehand. So, when we do find someone, we can’t use the potion just yet. Or we don’t use it at all.” Rita responded. She remembered that conversation she had with Marge and knew the potion wouldn’t be as crucial in this type of activity. It was disappointing, but they didn’t know any other way.
“Hmmmm….that’s a shame. I love the effects of the potion. We will think of something then.” Sylvia responded. She wanted to figure out a way to use that potion, but the slaves fear their torture at the same time. She then started to look around the showroom and saw how filled it was. Then her eyes caught someone. She saw a young blond lady sitting at a table with some other ladies and she was very fascinated by her. Her face was extremely pretty, and her long blond hair stood out. She started to wonder if she would make a great sex slave. “Hey, do you know who that is?” she asked, then pointed to the woman.
Rita turned her head and saw the beautiful young woman sitting there with her friends and having a good time. She didn’t notice her before but found her really pretty. She looked back at Sylvia and saw how interested she looked in the woman. She wondered if she was eyeing her as a potential sex slave. “I don’t know. This is the first time I have seen her in here.” she replied.
“She is pretty. Very, very pretty. I think we found our first target. Let’s get ready.” Sylvia instructed. She figured they had to start somewhere, and that young lady seemed like the perfect target. She looked innocent and from what she remembered, the buyers of sex slaves loved how innocent their slaves were. There was a high level of eroticism with that. She saw Rita looking hesitant and wondered if she was having second thoughts about participating in the operation. “Are you ok? You seemed concerned.” she asked.
“Yes, I am ok. She looks a little young, that’s all.” Rita answered. She felt a little nervous as she watched the young woman laughing and smiling with her friends. She wondered if that group of women were out for a nice night out on the town. She took a deep breath and knew she had a job to do. “I will get the potion and get started. Poor thing. Her life will never be the same.” she said as she walked away.
Sylvia looked at Rita walking away and she had a feeling that her new partner was having doubts. She knew it took a certain amount of ruthlessness to do something like this and figured she should be the first one to capture someone and take them away. She stood up from her table and headed towards the young lady. When she approached, she saw there were two other women, and they all looked young. Her eyes looked onto the blond woman and wanted to be cordial. “Good evening, ladies. Are you all having fun?” she asked.
The young target looked at Sylvia and smiled. She noticed the woman was staring at her a lot and it made her blush. “Yes, we are! This place is fantastic! Do you work here?” she asked.
“Hehehe No, I do not. I was just here enjoying myself. I looked over and saw you three ladies having a good time and I haven’t seen you here before. Is this your first night?” Sylvia asked. She loved how easy these ladies were speaking with her and they all looked so young and vibrant. She wondered if kidnapping all three would be possible. The blond was accompanied by two other brunettes, and she remembered that there needed to be a variety of sex slaves for buyers to choose from. She figured she would capture the blond first. Because if all three were taken, it would be more noticeable, and she didn’t want the town to panic so quickly.
“Yes, it is! We were always nervous about being here, but we kept hearing good things. The dancers are amazing.” the blond answered. She glanced over at the stage and Diane was finishing her routine. She loved the sexy outfit and the energy she brought.
“Welcome. I know I probably should have the staff welcome you, but I like to see young ladies having a good time here. The men dominate this room, so when I see pretty young ladies, I kind of want to meet them. You know, so that we can all feel comfortable in a sea of men. Hehehehe What is your name?” Sylvia asked. She liked how the conversation was flowing, and she just could not take her eyes off the blond. She was very pretty, and she glanced down at her chest. The leather vest covered the chest well, but she could tell she had ample bosom. Her mind imagined what they looked like naked, and she felt a tingle between her legs.
“My name is Alice. This is Debbie, and that is Roxanne. What is your name?” Alicia asked, then reached out her hand for a handshake.
“Sylvia. My name is Sylvia, and it is a pleasure to meet you all.” Sylvia responded, then shook the hand. A thrill went through her body when she felt how soft the hand was. She looked down and saw that smooth skin, those long fingers and the perfectly trimmed natural nails. She really started to wonder how soft this woman was all over her body. She determined that this lady would be the first sex slave to capture. She would surely fetch a high price. “Now, how about this, ladies? Let me buy you drinks. It is your first night and you should have so much fun!” she offered.
“Hehehe thank you! But I am not old enough to drink. I am only 18 years old and so are they. I wish I could, but I don’t want to get in trouble.” Alice responded, then felt shy. She wished she could drink, because so many older friends loved alcohol, but she did not want to get into trouble at an establishment. She did drink while alone with friends but figured she couldn’t purchase it here.
“You’re only 18 huh? That’s such a nice age. How about this? I will buy the drinks, and then…..well, let’s just say no one has to know and technically you did not buy it. It is on me. Just one drink though. Hehehe It will be our secret.” Sylvia offered and then smiled at the group. She could see how excited they looked, and she knew she had just set her trap.
“Ok!!! Well, we accept. Thank you, Sylvia!” Alice said with a huge smile. She felt excited that this woman was taking a liking to her group. She thought she was really pretty, and it was good to be watched by someone in a place like this.
“I will be right back!” Sylvia said, then turned around and walked away. She had a look of satisfaction on her face because her trap was set and now, she wanted to get her hands on Alice. She approached the bar and saw Marge. She got closer to her and smiled. “Hey, I found our first target. Blond sitting over there with her friends. She is 18 years old, and very yummy looking. We should take her. Ready?” she asked.
Marge looked over at Alice and could see how pretty she looked. She looked like the type she would rob in the backroom and have her way with her. She felt a little weird because that young lady was really starting life as an adult and now, she would be doomed to spend the rest of her life as a sex slave. It was part of the deal, and she knew she had to go through with it. Plus, it would be fun, and she was going to make a lot of money. She looked back at Sylvia and saw that smirk on her face. There was a ruthlessness about her and it made her a little scared of her. “Ok. That sounds like a plan. I thought about something. I remember our conversation earlier about the use of the potion. When we spike drinks, we pour a certain amount in there. It is not a lot, but enough so that the victim doesn’t notice it. For this one, how about I pour even less? Like a drop of two. It should increase her sensitivity and lust, but maybe not so much of the brain fog. She would remember everything.” she told her.
“Hmmm….let’s do it. I do like the effects of the potion, but I do want them to remember the nightmare they will go through. Ok, give me the drinks and I will give them to all of them. Then, when the show ends, we can have Ingrid follow her home and subdue her. Then we can go pick her up and head over to the facility. We don’t need everyone. It can just be me, Ingrid and someone else. Would you like to go?” Sylvia asked.
“Hmmmm….I like that. I do want to see how we torture these women, but I think I will sit it out. You can take Rita. I also thought of another plan. Those young ladies are having a good time right now. How about we take care of the entire group? I can take them all backstage, and we can capture all three. The two brunettes will be robbery victims and poor Alice will be a sex slave. That way we do not have to break into any homes and reduce the risk of being caught.” Marge offered. She felt a little horny herself and looking at the two pretty brunettes got her juices flowing. She also figured that if the women were all located in this building, it would be much easier to capture them and send Alice off to the facility.
“I like that idea. Very smart thinking. Marge, you are going to be really good at this. I am glad you can think ahead because I am not going to be here forever, and this trafficking ring needs to continue. Once I capture Deputy Darby, I am going back to Greece. What I should do after we play with Alice, is to introduce you to my employer in Mexico, Priscilla Montenegro. That way you form a partnership with her, and she is also the one who pays you.” Sylvia replied. She liked that idea of using this business to capture sex slaves. It was the perfect cover. She was also happy to find someone to take charge after she left. It was critical that the trafficking ring was managed by someone in the United States because she didn’t plan to operate the ring. Her role was to set it up and capture Darby. She then saw the drinks being prepared. She watched as Marge poured two drops into Alice’s drink, and then the normal amount in the other glasses. She then took the tray of drinks and headed over to the table. She saw those young ladies and felt good inside that their first night of having fun at this show would turn out to be a lasting nightmare. She made it to the table and smiled. “Ok ladies, I got the drinks! I also wanted to let you know that I told the owner of the show that this was your first night here, and she wanted to take you all backstage after the show so you can meet all the dancers!” she told them.
“Are you serious? We are going to go backstage?! This is unbelievable! What a night his will be!” Alice said with excitement in her voice. She took a glass that was handed to her from Sylvia and once her friends got their drinks, they all toasted one another. She always looked forward to visiting this place and it was already the greatest experience. She started to drink and loved the taste. She was feeling really happy and wanted to let herself go. She kept noticing that Sylvia was staring at her a lot, and she felt a little shy, but also a little turned on. Sylvia was a very attractive woman, and she wondered if she was into girls. That was something she had thought about doing, but never actually tried it.
“Yes, I think this will be a night that none of you will ever forget! Cheers!” Sylvia told the group and watched them start to drink. She could not wait until the show ended. This was going to be a fun caper. She figured that she might have to knock them all unconscious backstage then take Alice away. She still liked the idea of partnering with Ingrid and Rita to torture this woman. Ingrid was very good at torturing others from her criminal career as a thief, but she did wonder about Rita’s skills. It would be the first time she worked with her, and she hoped she was talented. She knew Marge was very good because she did see her tormenting some woman when she introduced herself to this group and made that offer after capturing Ingrid. Now, it was just a matter of time before these young ladies were captured, and the night was going to be a lot of fun. She stared at Alice and imagined her naked. She really hoped she was ticklish, and that the minimal amount of potion increased her sensitivity. She then sat at the table with the ladies and engaged in their conversation. She smiled at them knowing that their future was just about to happen.
LATER THAT EVENING
“Mmmmm……mmmm…..” Alice groaned as she started to come to. Her head was feeling groggy, and she felt like she had been asleep for days. Her eyes started to flutter open, and she was still in an awakening daze. She tried to move her body, then realized that she couldn’t. She tried to move her arms to her face, but they would not budge. This made her awaken quickly and then she looked over at her left arm. She saw it above her head and looked up and saw that her wrist was tied down with some rope. She tried to pull, but it would not move. Then she tried to use her right hand to help, but that hand would not move at all. Her eyes went towards her right wrist, and she saw the rope around it. Now she started to panic and noticed that not even her legs could move. She looked down towards her legs and then she felt like her heart stopped. She could see her bra and underwear, and the tops of her socked feet. There were ropes around her ankles and her legs were spread wide. Fear struck her body, and she started to try and squirm. She noticed that she seemed to be inside some sort of room. It had wooden walls and nothing else. She saw a few chairs and discovered she was resting on some sort of table. Alice had no idea where she was. The last thing she remembered was going into the backroom of the burlesque showroom with her two friends and then she blacked out. “W-Where am I? Help! Is anyone here? Where am I?” she shouted in a panic.
“Hehehee you are safe…..” a voice called out.
“EEEK!!!” Alice screamed when she heard that voice. She looked around and could not see anyone there. She really started to get scared because she was tied down and could not move. What also unnerved her was the fact that her clothes were missing. “HELP ME!!!! HELP MEEEEE!!!” she screamed.
“Hehehe scream all you want, no one can hear you.” the voice continued.
Alice started to feel her heart racing because whoever that voice belonged to must have done this to her. She had no idea what they wanted or why she was here. “Who are you? Why do you have me tied up? Where are my clothes?” she asked in rapid succession.
“I am your worst nightmare. I want you here so I can play with you and get you ready for the rest of your life, and your clothes are nearby. I think you still have too many clothes on now, but that will change in due time. Hehehe” the voice called out, then started to walk out of the shadows near Alice’s head.
Alice felt a streak of fear coursing through her body. The way that voice answered those questions frightened her to her core. Those answers sounded very threatening and now she was fearful of her life. She had no idea what was meant by getting her ready for the rest of her life. She also didn’t understand what playing with her meant and the fact this voice said she should be naked terrified her. Then she saw something coming near her head and when she looked up, she saw a scary looking mask and she couldn’t help but scream in terror. “AAAAAAAHHHHHHH! WHO ARE YOU??!!!” she screamed.
“Hehehehe someone that is going to have lots of fun with you! I am the beginning. I have others that will finish you. But first, I get to play with that pretty body of yours.” Ingrid said as she then moved towards the chest area on the right-hand side and now saw Alice’s face. She really liked the face and thought it was really pretty. She loved the innocence of the face, and that long blond hair really stood out. When they captured Alice in the backroom, she was thrilled when Sylvia said she could play with her first. She had been hoping to play with some sex slaves and since Alice was the very first one, she felt incredibly honored. She also wanted to wear her mask because she knew that it would scare these victims. She also knew that she didn’t have to worry if her identity was discovered because Alice was not going to be freed. She was surely going to be sold off and never seen or heard from again.
Alice was absolutely stunned. This masked person was looking at her and when she heard that her body was going to be played with, she immediately started to panic. She tried to move around in her bondage, but she was tied very tight. There wasn’t a lot of wiggle room, and she was completely helpless. She did notice that her body seemed a bit sensitive. Her nerve endings were tingling and if she wasn’t mistaken, she felt some lust building. It wasn’t very strong, but she could still feel it. “Why have you done this to me? I-I didn’t do anything to you!” she asked with fear.
“You did do something to me and my friends. You look pretty. That was what doomed you. We have got plans for you. Fun plans!” Ingrid teased. She saw the body fidgeting around and she wanted to test the sensitivity. She was told that there were only two drops of the potion inside the victim’s body, so she wondered if the sensitivity would still be there. Alice was their test case, and she was anxious to find out. She then moved her right hand towards the stomach and placed it on there. She felt the body jump and now it was time to test her. She started to lightly flutter her fingers across the skin, and she saw the body moving around. “Such a pretty girl you are. You are perfect everywhere. I bet when we see you naked, we will all be very impressed.” she teased.
“Naked??? W-Why are you doing this to me? Please! You have to stop this! I am really scared.” Alice asked as the notion of being naked frightened her. She was also very concerned that there was going to be more than one person. She noticed this masked person was short. She noticed that the hands were small and dainty and she wondered if this was a woman doing this to her. She felt those fingers lightly fluttering on her stomach and her body started to react. She wasn’t sure if it was being done on purpose, but it felt like it tickled. She knew this attacker couldn’t be trying to tickle her, so she held in any potential giggles.
“You’re scared? Good! I want you to be scared, Alice! Because if you are scared now, I can’t wait to see your reaction to this. You have a new career! When we are done with you, you are going to be a SEX SLAVE!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Ingrid told her as she stopped her finger fluttering. It was time to get Alice’s mind in a panic, so when she was tickle tortured, everything would seem much worse.
Alice heard those words and everything in her world stopped. Her mind was trying to comprehend what was just told to her. This masked woman who tied her down nearly naked just said that she was going to be a sex slave. She thought she didn’t hear that correctly and looked at the woman. “What? A sex slave?” she asked in a stunned voice.
“Yes!!! You are going to be a fuck toy to whoever purchases you! You will be sold, and no one who knows you will ever see you again! Hahahahaha” Ingrid told her. She could see the shock on Alice’s face and knew the poor woman was going to be very scared and very emotional. If there was any increased sensitivity from that potion, then her life was about to get miserable.
Alice’s mind absorbed those words. They were clear and the realization of what they meant started to sink in. She was being kidnapped and was going to be sold to someone and become a sex slave. The mere thought of that life blew her mind away and now, the terror really set in. Her emotions started to get rolling and she screamed in terror, and she felt the urge to cry. “WHAT??!!! NOOOOO!!!! DON’T DO THAT TO ME!!! I DON’T WANT TO BE A SEX SLAVE!!! I DON’T WANT THAT!!! PLEASE!!! LET ME GO!!! LET ME GO!!!” she screamed in absolute terror.
“Hehehehe yes, sweet Alice. Someone is going to fill your holes, and you are going to make them really happy. Now, I can see that you are scared. How about I make you feel better? You know what always helps? Laughter. I think you should laugh.” Ingrid teased, then started to lightly stroke up and down the stomach area. She felt the belly immediately quivering and she knew the moment had arrived.
Alice continued to scream in terror as the idea of her becoming a sex slave horrified her. Then she felt fingers stroking her belly and suddenly, she felt this incredible urge to start laughing. She couldn’t believe she was being tickled at this moment, which was by far the worst moment of her entire young life. “hehehehe what are you hehehehe doing??” she giggled.
“Hmmmm….what do we have here? Is pretty little Alice…..ticklish? I like that.” Ingrid taunted, then started to move her fingers a little faster across the skin. She could feel how smooth and soft the belly was and was delighted. She moved her fingers towards the top of the stomach and then slowly drifted them down across the stomach and headed towards the cute innie belly button. She started to realize that the potion must have had an effect because she was already laughing after being told she was going to be a sex slave. When her fingers got close to the navel, she could tell the ticklishness was getting worse.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA HEY!!! DON’T TICKLE ME!!!!” Alice screamed as she felt those fingers tickling her stomach. She had always been a ticklish person throughout her very young life. She would often get into tickle fights with her friends and usually end up losing because she was the most ticklish one. She even had a small tickle fight before she came to the burlesque show as her friends held her down and tickled her stomach for a few seconds before leaving. It was always a playful event for her. But at the moment, it was horrible. She seemed more ticklish than normal and that concerned her. It was as though her nerves were extra responsive, and she couldn’t understand why. She couldn’t even move her limbs, and her stomach was completely vulnerable. She also realized that without her clothes, a lot of her ticklish skin was exposed. She felt the fingers getting closer to her belly button and she really started to panic.
“Hehehe Alice is a ticklish little thing! Hehehehe I love the sound of your laughter. It sounds so cute!” Ingrid teased as she continued to tickle the stomach area. She had a hunch that the navel was going to be really ticklish, so she wanted to prolong the mental game. Her fingers danced all around that area, trying to avoid tickling too close. She wanted the threat of tickling the navel to be on Alice’s mind to torment her even more. Her fingers then went side to side, sweeping across the stomach and noticing the laughter was getting stronger. “Kitchy kitchy koo!!! That’s right pretty Alice, keep laughing for me. This is just the beginning. I am going to make sure I tickle ALL of your body. Hehehe” she continued to taunt.
Alice still could not believe she was being tickled at the moment. This attacker was hard to figure out because she was tied up and they wanted to tickle her? It also felt a little embarrassing as the fingers continued to stroke her very ticklish skin. She desperately tried to pull at her binds, but they were stuck. She always was a squirmer when she was tickled and being unable to move was driving her crazy. She wanted to twist her body, but she was stuck. She wanted to kick her legs, but they were stuck. She looked at the masked woman and could not see her facial expressions. It was a scary thought that this woman was enjoying what she was doing. It was also terror in her head because the intent was to make her a sex slave. She only had sex one time, and that was with some boy she knew, and they experimented with each other. She was already getting desperate and hoped her begging would find some helpful ears. “HAHAHAHAHAHA STOP THIS!!! I CAN’T HAHAHAHA TAKE IT!!” she screamed.
“You can take it! It is just a little tickle tickle! I haven’t even really tickled you yet! Your cute tummy is a lot of fun! Mind if I do…..this?” Ingrid teased, then started to run all ten fingers all over the belly. They moved in an unpredictable pattern, and she loved the reaction she was getting. She could see that ticklish terror in Alice’s eyes and then watched with glee as the head was shaking all around. The long blond hair started to fly around, and she truly enjoyed that. She wished she could have perhaps broken into Alice’s house and robbed her, but this was a lot more fun. The mission here was to break her will. To make her docile. When she robbed people, she just wanted jewelry. Now, she could torture to her heart’s content.
Sylvia watched the tickle torture from a nearby distance. She was in the shadows of the room, hiding in the same place Ingrid was when she entered into Alice’s view. The lighting was designed like this on purpose. There was just a spotlight on the table area from a few lanterns hanging above, and the rest of the room was darkened. She discussed with Marge that they should kidnap the sex slaves at night, that way they could have the advantage of using light or darkness. It would also help that no one was around to hear the screams. She watched as Ingrid was tickling poor Alice and even taunting her. She loved how Alice reacted to learning she was going to be a sex slave. The terror that Alice felt was a good thing. She was happy to see that the effects of the potion seemed to be working, and the victim so far was not demonstrating brain fogginess. She wouldn’t know for sure until she got to play with Alice. Sylvia then turned to her right and looked at Rita. They were both inside the room to play with Alice and were awaiting their turn. “Looks like Ingrid is having a good time. Hehehe” she giggled.
UP NEXT: Alice suffers and La Diabla finds a target
Ok fans, how did you like this chapter? It was an emotional one because you know La Diabla feels pure hatred, evil, and sadness over this situation. She has no choice. This will shape her journey for the rest of this entire series. You will see the outlaw like never before. She endures a lot and we will see if she makes sacrifices and what it does to her. I hope you enjoy this story and by the time it ends, you will have such a larger picture on who La Diabla is as a person. Your comments are most appreciated and encouraged!
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PART 4
Phoebe was screaming her lungs out as she felt the touches on both of her feet. She had that light touch on her left foot and that single finger stroke on her right one. Her ticklishness was amplified as those touches drove her insane. The hole feathering was brutal, and this foot tickling seemed just as intense. She liked having her feet tickled by Bessie sometimes, but that was usually short lived, and she got revenge on Bessie. Now, her feet were trapped and being tickled by two women who did not care about her well-being at all. That really got her into a panic, and she knew this was her end. There would be no way she could survive this. Just the touches on her foot made her suffer. She was emotionally devastated because no matter how much she begged them, they just kept tickling her. Those touches on her tender barefeet were definitely overwhelming and she just screamed for her life. Her eyes could see the barns walls and wondered if her fate in life was to have her feet tickled until she was no longer coherent. She started to shake her head violently and her hair was whipping around. She felt fingers lightly fluttering around the base of her toes and that made her curl her toes very hard. “AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH MERCY!!! MERCY!!!!!” she screamed in ticklish agony.
Ingrid continued to stroke her fingers across the left sole and moved to the base of the toes. She loved how tightly curled they were and started to tickle the pads of the toes. She could hear that delicious laughter and kept touching that very delicate skin there. She then moved her fingers towards the tops of the toes and that forced the toes to open up. She giggled when she saw the undersides of the toes and then moved her fingers to that area. Once they got to that very tender skin, she felt them closing on her fingers, but she was in position to keep them there. She then reached forward with her left hand and grabbed the tips of the toes and pulled them down. That forced the undersides of the toes to be exposed and extremely vulnerable. She focused her fingers on the underside of the index toe, and she loved that laughter. “Hehehehe she has ticklish toes. This is getting to be way too much fun!” she said with glee.
Sylvia could only smile when she heard Ingrid’s happy voice. She loved what was happening and wanted to keep pushing Phoebe. She knew the woman was very close to losing her mind and she just had to keep going. She decided since Ingrid was going to go after the toes at the moment, she would focus on the arch of the foot, near the instep. That area tended to give very good reactions, and she had to torture her. She then grabbed the tips of the toes and pulled back. Not only did this expose the undersides of the toes, but it also made the sole taut. She could feel the foot desperately trying to squirm around and now that the toes were pressed against the top of the crate the foot rested on, she could torment that foot without it slipping away. She took the tip of her fingernail and placed it right on the area where the arch met the heel and slowly moved it to the inside edge of the foot and then slowly moved it down the arch, right next to the instep. She could feel the helpless foot straining to get free, but what was better was that horrific laughter that came out of Phoebe’s lungs. Sylvia knew she had to be suffering, and she wanted to make sure she did. Her nail made it to the center of the instep, and she continued to slowly drag it all the way until it got to the spot where the instep/arch met the ball of the foot. “Hehehehe does this tickle you, Phoebe? Does this drive you crazy?” she taunted.
Phoebe immediately went into silent laughter once she felt that nail slowly stroking that very sensitive area on her arch and her instep. It created such powerful and overwhelming ticklish sensations throughout her very soul, and it destroyed her. The feelings were so intense, and she felt helpless and couldn’t do anything to stop it from happening. She could also feel that tickling on the underside of her left index toe and her head slumped down from exhaustion. Her eyes focused on the ground, and it got blurry because tears were filling her eyes and streaming down. Then she started to feel her body slumping as exhaustion was overtaking her. The tickling did not stop. The fingers on her left foot moved towards the other toes and that evil fingernail continued to tickle her instep of her right foot, occasionally moving to the center of the arch and touching that highly ticklish area. She hated how sensitive she felt and how submissive she was becoming. She wanted to go home, but she had to suffer.
Ingrid noticed that Phoebe went into silent laughter and smiled. She made it to the ring toe and after tickling that area, she leaned her head down and gave the middle of the foot a gentle kiss. That set off a lot of erotic lust in her body because the skin felt so tender against her lips. She looked over at Sylvia and saw she had a happy smile on her face. “What?” she asked with a smile.
Sylvia saw how Ingrid leaned her head down and gave Phoebe’s foot a kiss. She could see how happy Ingrid looked and knew that small woman was truly enjoying herself at Phoebe’s expense. She liked a woman’s feet as well. She was curious about what Ingrid was going to do to the foot, so she stopped her nail torture, and decided to observe her partner. “Go ahead, indulge yourself. Show me what you can do with her foot.” she smiled.
Ingrid grinned heavily when she heard Sylvia telling her to enjoy the foot. That gave her license to do a “performance” on the foot, and she did not want to disappoint. She moved her fingers away from the toes, then placed her lips right on the heel. She kissed that area of the foot, then into the arch. She let the kiss on the arch linger a bit, trying to savor the taste of that skin. Then she gave another kiss right where the arch met the ball of the foot, before moving onto kissing the ball of the foot. The skin there was tender, but not as soft as the arch or toes. It made sense since the ball of the foot would touch the shoe or floor more often. She then started to kiss near the base of the toes and felt them wiggling against her face. That amused her and she gave the toes a gentle lick. That seemed to make the toes spread open and she took advantage of that. She started to lick the pad of the big toe and in the background, she could hear Pheobe’s voice returning. It was a small break for the victim, but she also knew that this might drive her lust to an extreme. “Mmmmmm…..she tastes good.” she moaned.
Phoebe felt a great sense of relief as the tickling finally stopped on her feet. The fingers on her toes drove her wild, but that fingernail dragging around her arch broke her. That feeling was just too intense in her very sensitive body. She felt her lungs taking in air, and she still could feel the tears falling from her eyes. She wanted this to be over. She didn’t want to fight anymore. She just wanted to be free, and in her bed sleeping. Then she felt the kiss on her foot, and it stunned her. It tickled her a little, but it also did something else. It made her very aroused. She was still stunned to feel how horny she was, even after all the brutal tickling. Now with those soft kisses on the bottom of her left foot, it only made the fire between her legs rage, but her nipples felt like they were going to explode. She felt kisses on each of her toes. She felt those lips kiss the pad of the toe, then the underside. This kind of touch was far better than the tickling and even though she didn’t want them kissing her feet, it was definitely better than being tickled. Phoebe then started to feel something very wet, warm and moist, sliding across the undersides of her toes and she realized what it was. It was a tongue! It felt incredible as that slimy tongue went across her toes. She instinctively curled her toes, then opened them again. She started to feel a moan coming and she wanted to resist. She didn’t want them to think she was horny because then they would surely torture her again. She then gasped as she felt the tongue sliding between her big toe and index toe. It surprised her, and a moan escaped her lips. “Mmmmmmmmm……” she moaned softly.
Sylvia watched with great delight as Ingrid was now using her tongue on that helpless foot. She loved the way Ingrid closed her eyes as her tongue slid across those wonderful long toes. She knew her partner was truly enjoying herself and she liked it too. She could see that small pink tongue licking between the toes and when she heard Phoebe moaning, that only fueled her desire to torture her again. Her eyes glanced up towards Phoebe’s rear end, where she could see the pussy as well. She saw the hips slightly moving and knew she had to be so aroused at this moment. She couldn’t wait until she played with the woman’s pussy. She wanted to tear an orgasm out of Phoebe and completely make her submissive. Her eyes then returned to the left foot and now, she saw Ingrid wrap her lips around the big toe and started to suckle on it.
Ingrid had Phoebe’s left big toe in her mouth, and she swooned. She loved the taste of the toe and kept sucking on it. The licking of the toes felt amazing to her. She loved the taste of that soft skin and when her tongue slid in between the toes, she felt her nipples throbbing. She wanted to suck the toes and truly enjoy herself in her own lust. She started to make slurping sounds as she sucked the big toe. Once she started to do that, she wanted to play with Phoebe a little and then did the softest of strokes with her fingertips against the sole of the foot. She felt the foot tense up and even the toes started to curl. She could feel that index toe curling against the left cheek of hers and she loved it. She sucked harder on the toe and fluttered her fingers against the sole.
Phoebe felt her toe going inside that very warm mouth and tingles of sex flowed through her. She couldn’t resist and her body took over her mind. It loved this pleasure far more than the tickling and welcomed this touch. She knew what was happening with the heat between her legs, but it didn’t even matter. Everything was feeling so much better at the moment. Her lungs were filling with air again and the ticklish feeling wasn’t so overwhelming. Since she had moaned, she couldn’t stop. She closed her eyes for a moment and just enjoyed it. She didn’t know if they were going to keep worshipping her foot or tickle it. That fear of being tickled prevented her from completely letting go, but she still enjoyed the sensations. Then she felt her index toe sliding inside that warm mouth and the suckling of it really pushed her lust. She thought about being in this moment with not only Bessie, but she thought about La Diabla. She wondered what it would be like if the outlaw had her tied up like this. She had experience with that before as in her reality in Santa Selena, La Diabla did tie her down and tickle her all over her body. She remembered how horny she felt at times, and wished it was being done by her at this moment. She thought about how helpless she would be, but then turned the tables on her friend, and tie her up just like this. Phoebe thought about how much fun it would be tickling La Diabla’s naked body. Tickling her cute feet and then playing with her pussy. As her own toes were being devoured, she imagined the outlaw’s toes in her mouth. Her mind enjoyed that thought which only fueled her lust even more. That made her moan even louder as her body was really getting into this feeling. “Mmmmmmmmm…..so good…..so good…..my toes. Keep sucking my toes…..” she moaned.
Sylvia giggled a little as she heard that erotic moan coming from Phoebe. The way Ingrid was ravishing the toes was very erotic, and it was definitely affecting Phoebe. She heard those moans and wondered how this victim would react once she had her orgasm. She thought about what she could do to this foot near her to keep Phoebe on edge and she smiled. She then took her fingertips and very softly and delicately, traced the outline of the foot. She moved her fingers across the outside edge from the baby toe, up the length of the sole, then right over the edge of the heel, then right down across the instep area to the outside edge of the big toe. Once she was there, she slowly reversed course, and she felt the foot starting to move. She heard a change in the moaning and heard a part of that sound as being a slight giggle. She loved how sensitive the potion made her and now mixing soft, erotic tickling to the foot worshipping would surely drive her victim wild. Then an evil thought came to her mind and wondered how Phoebe would react feeling this incredible pleasure right now, then go through a surprising brutal tickling. She then stopped her light stroking and then did a very quick scrabble of her nails down the length of the sole. “Tickle, tickle tickle!!” she playfully teased.
Phoebe felt fingernails scrabbling down the bottom of her right foot and the sensation was so sharp and so unexpected, she felt her eyes bulging out of her head, her entire body tensed up and she let out a horrific ticklish scream. Her body was enjoying the foot worshipping of her left foot and was not prepared for that sudden attack. It tickled a lot. It was such an intense feeling that her entire body trembled in its bondage. She felt the sawhorse moving a little because she was desperately trying to get her limbs free. That sensation was too powerful, and she had to get herself free!
Ingrid let those sweet toes slip out of her mouth when she heard that horrific ticklish scream. It surprised her and she looked over and saw how Sylvia was using her nails to tickle the bottom of that foot. It looked beautiful. She could even hear the nails scraping along that skin, and the sounds Phoebe were making were beautiful to her own soul. She could hear how guttural the laughter was. It was as though Phoebe was bringing laughter from the depths of her soul. She looked at the left foot again and saw how wet the toes were. Now she had an urge to tickle it as well. She wanted to make Phoebe suffer. She wanted the poor woman to possibly have a mental breakdown. This was far more than she had ever tormented a victim. This was something that not even Marge and her fellow dancers would do. However, being with this assassin showed her a style that was far more ruthless. She had experienced it herself, and now Phoebe was really going to suffer. Ingrid placed her fingers at the top of the heel and then started to press them into the skin and moved them down the length of the foot. Her fingers tickled the heel, then went into the arch where she focused her attack. She found a nice spot right at the edge of the arch close to the outside of the foot and felt the foot really starting to spasm. Then she moved her fingers to the ball of the foot and slowly circled around it. The tension in the foot was high and she went to the base of those soaked toes. The way the foot was trying to move really excited her and she wanted to keep pushing poor Phoebe into ticklish madness.
Sylvia continued to scrape her nails across the sole. She wanted this moment to be brutal. She was still very fascinated by the effects of the potion and could only imagine how horrible Phoebe must have felt at the moment. The way she screamed let her know she was in sheer agony, and it felt really good. Her eyes looked over and saw Ingrid now tickling the left foot. That made her smile because it meant the torture would surely break poor Phoebe. She looked at the toes and moved her nails to the base of them. She loved how much they wiggled and crunched together. She loved the way the foot reacted to the touch of her nails. The skin was going from creamy to a pinkish color and she was very amused. She watched as her fingers sank into the flesh, moving all over the sole. She then moved her fingers to the outside edge of the foot and dragged her nails down from the heel, alongside the edge of the foot and off the baby toe, only to go right back to the ball of the foot and scrape along that flesh. “That’s right, Phoebe. You are going to suffer. You are all mine. I own you.” she said in a cold tone.
Phoebe continued to scream in ticklish agony especially after feeling the tickling started on her left foot. Both feet were being tickled at the same time, and it was horrendous. The nails on her right foot were more devastating, but the fingers on her left foot also had a major impact. She didn’t know what to do anymore. There was no escape. She tried and tried and tried, but to no avail. She could hear Sylvia’s voice taunting her and she felt ashamed. This woman did own her. This woman controlled her body, and she was helpless to stop it. She just wanted the tickling to stop and wondered if it ever would. She felt her arms and body turning into jelly because she was completely spent. Her head was slumped down, her hair was dangling over her head and her tears continued to fall. Her mouth was aching because of all the laughing, as well as her throat and lungs. This was far beyond anything she ever experienced, and her body quit. Her mind went numb, and she was just reacting. She had no more fight left in her, and she prayed either unconsciousness or death could happen.
Sylvia could feel the foot no longer moving and looked at the rest of the body. It looked completely worn out. It was very loose, and she knew this was the moment that Phoebe had surrendered her body. It was a triumphant moment because she just broke another victim. She continued to use her nails on the foot, carefully placing them between the toes and inflicting more ticklish sensations. She wanted to finish this woman off, then she could do the ultimate humiliation. She started to remember that Phoebe wasn’t even her primary target. This was just a favor to Agatha Walden. She wondered how much fun and satisfaction she would have if this was Deputy Darby Reeves. That was someone she wanted to break and destroy forever. The way she would torture Darby would be far more brutal than any ticklish victim she ever had. She started to get excited and decided it was time to finish poor Phoebe. She stopped tickling the foot because it was time to go after Phoebe’s pleasure center. “hehehehe I love it when they break. Now, time to finish her.” she said softly to Ingrid.
Ingrid heard those words, and she smiled. She kept tickling the foot and watched as Sylvia stood up and positioned herself near Phoebe’s ass again. She licked her lips, wondering what was about to happen next. She slowed her own tickling down and decided to do very light touches on the foot. She didn’t want Phoebe screaming any more. “hehehe what are you going to do to her now?” she asked.
“You’ll see. Hehehe This will be very sweet. Oh, you can suck her toes if you want. It is time to push her over the edge….” Sylvia responded. She knew Ingrid was having a great time worshipping that foot and also knew that it would make Phoebe aroused. She then placed her left hand on the ass and started to rub it softly. She could hear the laughter dying down, and then she heard the crying. It was the cry of a broken woman. The sobbing was getting heavier, and she loved it. This rich and powerful woman was broken. “Awww….poor Phoebe. I can hear you crying. Are you ok?” she asked sarcastically as she rubbed the helpless ass.
Phoebe felt the rubbing of her ass and she felt so embarrassed. She was grateful that the tickling of her feet stopped, but she was completely spent. She couldn’t even lift her head. Her body ached, and she was so tired. She could still feel her body tingling and she wondered how it was possible the rest of her body was so tired, but every nerve was on fire. She still felt her nipples throbbing and her special place between her legs was very moist. She wondered if down deep in her soul, her body loved being dominated like this. La Diabla awakened some of those feelings while in Santa Selena, but after that, she was dominant. Now, she felt so submissive and prayed this was over. She had no fight left in her. She just wanted to go home. “No more…sob….no more….” she whimpered.
“There will be more. But I think you will like this next part. Well, your body will. Hahaha I own you, Phoebe Wellington. Your body is all mine. Now, I want to take something from you. Something very special.” Sylvia said with glee. She then stopped the ass rubbing and then moved her fingers down the ass, and right down the crack. She knew her fingers were close to the hole but kept moving them downwards. She felt the body jumping and when she touched that exposed perineum, she felt the body shiver. “I think you know what is about to happen next. I am going to…..touch you.” she said softly.
Phoebe’s hips involuntarily started to wiggle around as she felt those fingers touching her perineum. It tickled a little, but it also felt erotic. That made her mind spin because she knew what was about to be touched. This woman was about to touch the most private place on her body. What made it worse was that she couldn’t stop her. She felt a wave of humiliation wash over her because she knew her vagina was going to be touched and she just had to let it happen. When the fingers started to touch the bottom of her mound, she started to mewl. “Please….don’t touch me….don’t touch me sob there…” she whimpered.
Ingrid’s eyes popped wide open as she saw what Sylvia was doing. She saw how the fingers were now playing with that area on a woman that would drive them crazy. She loved it when Marge did it. It was always so erotic, and she remembered when she did it to Millie the schoolteacher. She licked her lips and just watched. She wanted to see the assassin sexually dominate poor Phoebe and she felt incredibly horny herself.
“That’s right, Phoebe. I am going to touch you. I bet your pussy wants me to have it. I can….oooh….feel it right now. Well, what do we have here? I can feel how wet you are. You love my touch, don’t you?” Sylvia said in a seductive voice as her fingers started to touch that intimate area. She could feel just how wet Phoebe was and remembered that potion increased sexual arousal. Now that she could feel how moist the pussy was, it was now time to continue the humiliation. She moved her fingers down the mound and could feel some of the pubic hairs. She giggled when she felt them because it was time for some humiliation. “I can feel your hairs. I think we should change that. Phoebe, I think it is time we shave you…” she told her.
Phoebe started to whimper even more when she heard Sylvia’s words. She could not stop this woman from touching her pussy, and now she heard she was going to be shaved. She felt a burning feeling of shame wash over her face because this woman was going to take away her pubic hairs. She wanted to stop her, but her body stopped responding. This was the worst feeling ever because she was being completely conquered and she had no fight left. She felt the hand move away from her special place and she started to cry again. “Please don’t shave me….sob…please don’t do that to me.” she whined.
Sylvia made her way over to her pouch and pulled out some shaving cream, and a razor. She looked at Ingrid and winked at her. It was time to put on a show for the Tickling Thief and also show her what needed to be done to the future sex slaves. Priscilla Montenegro requested that all sex slaves get their pussies shaven bald as it was her trademark. “Go ahead, lick her feet. Enjoy yourself. I am going to shave her and then tear an orgasm out of her.” she told her.
Ingrid grew really excited knowing that this woman was going to be shaved. It would be another humiliating moment for the richest cattle owner in the state. She also loved the fact that she could enjoy the foot. She started to softly kiss the foot. Her lips kissed the heel, and she savored the taste. Then she moved her thin lips down the foot, making sure she kissed all over that delicate skin. She could hear Phoebe whining softly about not being shaved, and it really turned her on. She knew how horny Phoebe was and now it was time to enjoy the sexual humiliation.
Sylvia looked at the very exposed pussy and then the jar of shaving cream. She carefully opened the lid and scooped out some of the cream on her fingers. She smiled when she moved her hand to the crotch area and then started to rub the cream right onto the pubic hairs. She felt the hips starting to grind and she couldn’t help but be amused. She started to hear some soft whimpering and continued to massage the cream all over the pussy area. She wanted to shave her completely clean, so she rubbed more and more cream all over the area. Once she massaged it in, she then wiped her hand with a towel and grabbed the razor. “Here we go! You are all lathered up. Time to shave you. I would hold still if I were you….” she warned.
Phoebe felt that massaging of the shaving cream all over her groin area and she felt so ashamed. The massage felt nice, and her body was so completely aroused, but the fact she was about to get shaved, and she could do nothing to stop it really hit her hard. Her head was still slumped down, and her body was perfectly still. She had no more fight in her and was going to be completely dominated by this woman. She then felt something gliding across her nether regions and her eyes could see the ground under her groin area. She could see the crates her knees and feet were on, and she could see her attacker’s boots. Then she saw a clump of shaving cream hit the ground and she saw some hair mixed in with it. That really hurt her because she was losing her hair, and she felt so weak. She saw more clumps of cream and hair hitting the ground and the moment was very surreal. She was being dominated. She was being conquered. This woman made her submissive to her and she was just a toy at this moment. Her ego was reeling from this moment and then she felt something wiping across her pussy. She couldn’t help but whimper in misery as she was destroyed.
“There! Nice and clean! Let me take a look!” Sylvia taunted as she finished wiping away the remaining cream from the groin. She wanted to make sure all the hairs were gone from the crotch, and then she could finish poor Phoebe off. She knelt down a little and put her face close to that vulnerable pussy. She could see that it was completely de-nuded, and there wasn’t a trace of hair at all. Just that soft looking skin and she could see the folds of the pussy, and how pink the region was. She really did think it was a beautiful pussy, and she licked her lips. “Beautiful. Your pussy is really beautiful. I love it.” she said.
Ingrid watched the entire shaving moment and felt her own arousal at a fever pitch. The way that razor slowly scraped away the cream and the hair was mesmerizing. She could see the clumps of cream and hair hitting the ground and slowly but surely, Phoebe’s vagina was cleared and when she saw Sylvia wiping away the rest of the cream with a towel, she grinned. Now she could see that completely shaven mound and it looked wonderful. She saw how close Sylvia’s face was to the mound and wondered if she was going to taste it. She started to have an urge to taste it herself. “She really does have a pretty pussy! Phoebe Wellington has a pretty pussy! I bet all the other cattle companies would love to see her in this position. I think they deserve to know her pussy is pretty!” she taunted.
Phoebe resumed her heavy crying again as she heard those two women talking about her most special place. Her legs were spread apart, so she knew they had a clear view of something so personal. She had no idea how she would recover from this moment. Her body was still tingling, her arousal still high and her humiliation was complete. She then saw Sylvia’s legs stand up and wondered what was going to happen to her next. Now that they thoroughly embarrassed her, she wondered if they would finally let her go. She then gasped as she felt something touching her mound. It felt like a hand and now her embarrassment continued. “Please….don’t do this to me….” she begged in a broken voice.
“Awww….poor Phoebe. I feel a little bad for you. Your pussy is so wet and so beautiful. I bet you were wondering when the tickling would stop. Well, I am done tickling you. Now it is time for you to feel a lot better. I want you to give me something I bet a lot of people wish they could have of you. I want you to cum for me. That’s right you *****, give me your orgasm.” Sylvia taunted as she started to rub her hand on that naked pussy. She could feel how smooth the skin was and also how wet the vagina was. She wanted to tear an orgasm out of Phoebe, which would surely make this woman’s mind snap. She wanted to get good at tearing out orgasms as her friend Thalia. She never forgot when Thalia tore that orgasm out of the barmaid in Europe. It was such an erotic moment, and she wanted to continue that thrill with her victims. Now, she had a very rich woman about to give up an orgasm. She moved her fingers all around the mound and she could feel the hips starting to grind. “This feels sooooo good, doesn’t it? That’s right, *****. Give me your cum.” she taunted.
Phoebe felt that hand massaging her pussy and even though her mind hated this moment, her body loved it. The sensations felt very good, and her arousal was at dangerous levels. She kept hearing Sylvia calling her a ***** and that bothered her. She was tied down, naked, had a shaven pussy and this woman was touching her pussy. She started to feel like a ***** because everything felt so good and her body craved it. Tears poured out of her eyes again, but her body wanted more and more of that touch. She knew there was no way to stop her from cumming and that crushed her. She closed her eyes and endured this moment. She felt the hand rubbing against her clit and the pangs of an orgasm were starting to build. She had been very horny for a long time and her body desperately wanted that release. The shame she felt didn’t stop her from moaning in pleasure. It only made it worse because she was enjoying her torture. “Noo….don’t do this….mmmmmmm….don’t make me cum….I….I don’t….mmmmmm….want to cum….” she mewled.
“You are going to cum whether you want to or not. You will give it to me. You know why? Because even though you are a wealthy woman, down deep, you are nothing but a cheap *****.” Sylvia said with joy in her voice. She wanted to make Phoebe feel terrible emotionally as she ripped an orgasm out of her. She looked down at those hips and could see how much they were grinding. She did notice how wet the pussy was. It was soaked a lot and that had to be because of that potion. She started to hear those erotic moans getting stronger and could sense Phoebe was about to blow at any moment. “Give it to me, you *****!! GIVE IT TO ME NOW!” she yelled as her fingers really went after the clit.
Ingrid’s jaw dropped as she watched how Sylvia was rubbing the clit and pussy. She could hear her shouting very humiliating things at Phoebe, and it was such an amazing moment. She wanted to learn more because when she tortured her victims, if she could make them cum, then they would reveal jewelry a lot faster as well. She saw how fast the fingers were moving and knew Phoebe had to be on the edge. “I hope she squirts…” she thought to herself.
Phoebe heard those demeaning names towards her, and she felt terrible. The way the woman was touching her pussy, her lust was about to explode. She started to feel dirty. She started to feel like a common ***** because she was about to have an orgasm at any moment. Her body was no longer hers. It belonged to this attacker, and she knew she was going to cum. The pressure in her loins increased and now she felt the orgasmic feeling starting to crest. She shut her eyes tight, and she softly bit her bottom lip. The orgasm was building and building and when that hand put more pressure on her clit, she lost her grip on her resistance and her body snapped! The orgasm rocked her entire body, and it was overwhelming It hit her so fast, she couldn’t even scream it out. She felt every single nerve in her body tingling and the wave of pleasure really rocked her. Even though it was a forced orgasm, she felt absolutely incredible. It was a very intense orgasm, and her body was in heaven after going through all this trauma.
“Good girl……very good girl.” Sylvia said softly as she could tell by the physical reactions, Phoebe had her orgasm. She was surprised she didn’t hear her scream it out, but the orgasm must have hit her unexpectedly. It was still a wonderful moment for her. She had just completely decimated the owner of the largest cattle company in the state. The owner was completely helpless. Not only did she dominate her body by tickling her, but she also now conquered her sexually. This was a great achievement for her. The status of this woman made this a very good accomplishment. She looked at her hand and smiled. It was glistening with Phoebe’s love honey, and she sniffed her hand. She liked the smell, then started to lick it. She loved the taste, then she had an idea. She looked over at Ingrid and could see how sexually horny she was. “Hey, her pussy is a mess. You should clean it up if you want….” she said with a wink.
Ingrid’s heart started to flutter as she was told she could have some of Phoebe’s saturated pussy. She moved herself to between the legs and now she had a clear view of that very messy pussy. She could see the love honey and knew this victim had a major orgasm. She always loved giving oral sex to another woman, and figured she might as well taste this very powerful woman. She leaned her face closer and now she could smell the arousal. She started to tremble a little and then stuck out her tongue. She got the tip of the tongue close and then did a soft lick. She felt the pussy area quiver and she loved the taste. She did another lick, then another. The taste of the love honey filled her body with great pleasure and now she really went after it. She could hear some soft moans happening which only fueled her sexual fire. She continued to lap away at the mound and wanted to touch herself as well. “Mmmm….lick lick she tastes so lick lick good….” she moaned.
Sylvia smiled as she saw how much Ingrid was enjoying herself. She thought of one last humiliating thing she could do to Phoebe and moved to the head area. She looked down and saw the slumped head. She had rubbed that orgasm out of Phoebe with her left hand, so she used her right hand to grab the hair, and she viciously yanked the head up and now she could see the exhausted face. She could see how red the eyes were, and the tear-stained cheeks were shining. Phoebe looked completely out of it, and she wanted her to open her eyes. “Open your eyes, *****.” she told her.
Phoebe felt that tongue on her pussy and it felt incredible. She already had a monster orgasm, now that tongue was starting to make her feel orgasmic again. The way that tongue licked her felt incredible. It was licking her with incredible precision, and she felt her nipples thumping and her mound getting very wet again. She then felt her head getting pulled upwards and it slightly hurt since her hair was pulled. She heard a voice telling her to open her eyes and she looked at the woman. She could see her conqueror and she felt so ashamed. She felt so powerless against her and prayed she wouldn’t hurt her. She heard herself being called a ***** again and it really bothered her. The way she came and now she was aroused again, she felt like a *****. She started to plead with the woman and hoped she would listen. “Please….let me go…..no more… no more…” she begged.
“Phoebe, the *****. Hahaha Listen to me closely. You taste absolutely delicious. I just can’t help but love your nectar.” Sylvia taunted, then put her left hand near her face and started to lick the love honey off of it. She wanted her victim to see her own juices getting licked. She could see that look of sorrow in Phoebe’s eyes and could see them following the path of her hand, licking all the juices off. “Mmmm…..you taste delicious….” she teased.
Phoebe watched helplessly as she saw Sylvia licking her hand. She could see her own love juices on that hand, and she felt so humiliated. This woman truly conquered here. Watching her lick her own love honey had to be one of the most embarrassing and humbling moments of her entire life. She felt her heart breaking and she closed her eyes again. It also didn’t help that her pussy was getting licked again and even though she felt such great shame, that licking did feel really good. She didn’t know whether to moan from the licking, or cry from watching the attacker licking her love juices. “Leave me….mmmmm…..alone….” she moaned softly.
“Hehehe you stupid *****. I think you need a good tickling again. Hmmmm….where should I tickle you? Should I tickle your armpits again? How about your ribs? I know! Your feet! They were very ticklish. Hehehe” Sylvia threatened. She felt a surge of adrenaline because she remembered the story Thalia told her. The Greek bounty hunter told her what happened to Phoebe’s maid, Bessie. Now, she wanted to see if she could do the same to Phoebe.
“No….please don’t tickle me anymore. Please…I am begging you….please don’t tickle me….” Phoebe whined as she heard that tickling threat. Her body felt so sensitive, and the pussy licking was still driving her crazy. She knew that if she was tickled right now, it would be horrible, and she would definitely suffer. Her eyes filled with tears again and she prayed there would be mercy.
“You don’t want me to tickle you? But I really want to. I want to hear you scream. I want to hear you laughing so hard, you lose your entire mind. However, if you admit something to me, then I won’t tickle you.” Sylvia told her. She could see the desperation in Phoebe’s eyes and loved it. She knew this woman would be willing to do anything at this moment to spare herself. She put her own face closer to Phoebe’s and stared directly into Phoebe’s eyes. She wanted to look into this woman’s soul and punish her. “I want you to tell me that you are a worthless *****. I want you to tell me with passion that a ***** is who you really are. Tell me that you are a dirty, filthy *****! Tell me…..” she told her.
Phoebe’s eyes popped wide open, and her jaw dropped. She heard what Sylvia told her to say, and it crushed her. She had to admit to being a ***** and it would be embarrassing. She started to say no but paused. Her body was tingling still, and tickle torture right now would probably end her. Fear crept into her mind and now she started to shake. She could still feel that little tongue lapping away at her clit, but she feared being tickled again by this woman. Her heart started to break because she knew what she had to do. She swallowed hard and then opened her mouth. “I’m a *****…..” she muttered softly.
“What was that? I couldn’t hear you. I bet your feet can hear me. Maybe I should go tickle them.” Sylvia said with an evil grin, then started to release Phoebe’s hair, so she could go stand up and go back there and tickle the poor woman’s feet until she laughed herself silly.
“I’M A *****!!!! I’M A *****!!! I AM A DIRTY, FILTHY *****!!!!! PLEASE DON’T TICKLE MY FEET!!” Phoebe screamed when she felt Sylvia release her head. She definitely did not want to have her feet tickled again. It was sheer torture when it happened, and it would be much worse now. Shame filled her very soul as she was forced to insult herself. Her head slumped down again, and she started to cry again. “I’m a *****…..I’m a *****…..” she cried.
Sylvia chuckled evilly when she heard that desperate voice saying she was a *****. She thought about Thalia and the story about what happened to Bessie, and she felt really good. She knew that once she returned back to Greece to deliver Darby to Christos, she wanted to tell her friend what she just made the owner of Wellington cattle Company do. She rubbed her hands together and started to walk behind Phoebe. She could see Ingrid still lapping away at the saturated pussy. “Hey Ingrid, does she taste good? Hehehe” she giggled.
Ingrid heard Sylvia speaking to her and she stopped eating the pussy for a moment. She was truly in heaven enjoying the taste of Phoebe. She felt the juices all over her mouth and she smiled. She wiped her mouth with her hand and looked at her partner. “Absolutely! She tastes really good for a *****!!” she said loudly so Phoebe could hear.
“Yes, this ***** was quite delightful. It is time to go now. She is done for. We have other business to take care of.” Sylvia told her, then went to her pouch and started to pack things up. She wanted to meet with Marge and start going over more details of the trafficking ring, so they could start kidnapping helpless women.
“What will we do with her? Are we letting her go?” Ingrid asked. She looked at Phoebe’s naked form, still hunched over that sawhorse naked and with her very private places exposed.
“We will leave her here just like she is. Hehehe Someone will discover her. Once they do, they will see her in all her glory!” Sylvia taunted, then saw the feather she used to tickle Phoebe’s ass and the hole. She picked it up and then stood near Phoebe’s helpless ass again. She then took the quill end of the feather and carefully inserted it inside the hole. She heard the small squealing sounds from Phoebe and couldn’t help but feel so dominant. She got the feather in far enough, so now it appeared she had a tail. “Looks like she has a tail now. Hahaha how cute.” she teased.
Ingrid couldn’t help but laugh as she saw the feather sticking out of Phoebe’s ass. She shook her head and had to admit to herself that Sylvia was very good at torturing women. She suffered under that woman herself, but she didn’t get destroyed like Phoebe did. She went over towards the left foot and found her mask. It was time to put it back on, so Phoebe could not recognize her when they left. She placed it on her head and then looked at Sylvia. “Ok, I am ready to go. I can’t believe we are going to leave her like this.” she said.
“Here is something better. Let’s take her clothes. That way she has to leave this place completely naked. Let’s take her boots as well.” Sylvia said, then started to grab Phoebe’s clothing off the floor. She saw Ingrid grabbing the empty boots and socks, and then she picked up the underwear. She took another glance at Pheobe’s naked body with that feather sticking out of her ass and smiled. She saw her masked friend and nodded her head. “These will make great trophies. I will deliver some of the items to her rival, which will definitely be a sweet moment for her. Hahaha” she boasted.
Phoebe heard the two ladies talking and she started to quiver. She was tied down and completely exhausted. She still felt incredibly horny, and her body was on fire. She closed her eyes and could hear them leaving the scene. Her ordeal was finally over, but she knew it would affect her for the rest of her life. She started to feel really lightheaded. She closed her eyes, and she felt herself drifting. The most embarrassing moment of her life was still happening and now she drifted off to sleep.
Bessie walked around the grounds of the building and felt a little nervous. The ceremony had ended a long time ago and there were people leaving. She went looking for Phoebe and could not find her friend. She remembered she went for a horse ride, but she should have returned by now. She asked a few people if they had seen her and everyone said they hadn’t. She continued to walk and then she saw Kylie standing there, talking to another servant. She walked up to her and had a nervous smile. “Hey Kylie!” she said to her.
“Hey Bessie, is it time to go now?” Kylie asked. She noticed that Bessie now had a look of worry on her face and that made her nervous. “Is there something wrong?” she asked.
“Have you seen, Phoebe? I have been looking all over the place for her. I can’t seem to find her and no one else has seen her either.” Bessie told her. She started to feel extremely nervous because it was not like Phoebe to disappear.
Kylie’s eyes went wide when she heard that no one had seen Phoebe. She excused herself from the other servant and then started to walk with Bessie. “Hey, she said she wanted to go for a horse ride, as well as check out some barn, right?” she asked.
“She did. But she should have been back by now. Let’s go to the horse stables and see if she returned. I might be overreacting, but you know she is not the type to just disappear without anyone knowing.” Bessie said, trying to sound confident.
“I know. Come on, let’s go.” Kylie said. She walked with Bessie towards the stables and saw many people starting to leave. She knew how social Phoebe was and she wasn’t around to say goodbye to these other rich people. She started to wonder if something may have happened to her. Her mind started to imagine Phoebe may have fallen off the horse and hurt herself. She wasn’t riding a horse she knew from her own ranch; she was borrowing a horse from this stable. She cursed herself for thinking such negative thoughts, but she grew concerned about her boss.
Bessie felt her heart starting to race once she made it to the stables. She saw a ranch hand and approached him. “Excuse me, has Ms. Phoebe Wellington returned from her ride?” she asked.
The ranch hand looked at Bessie and then shook his head. “I don’t think she has returned yet. I let her take the horse Daisy and she left a little while ago. I am sure she is going to return soon. It is getting late, but she should be back at any moment. Did you want to take some horses and go in her direction?” he asked.
“Yes! Thank you. She normally doesn’t take this long, and we are a little worried. We appreciate it.” Bessie told the ranch hand. She then walked over to where the horses were and saw Kylie get up on a white horse, and she got onto a brown one. She then motioned the horse to take off and they both headed off in the same path that Phoebe had taken earlier. She prayed her friend was ok and hoped that perhaps she might have found the owner of the barn she wanted to check out and they were discussing business. She hoped that Phoebe wasn’t hurt or anything as well. She had a bad feeling going forward but tried to remain positive. “Ok, Phoebe. Where are you, sweetie?” she asked herself as she and Kylie rode off.
Sylvia walked with confidence as she headed into a building in a nearby town. It was the same town she always had a meeting with Agatha Walden. She managed to get word to Agatha that her mission was accomplished, and she wanted to meet her. She walked to a building that was empty for the moment. It was a warehouse that she had found and wanted to meet her partner there. She entered inside and found her chair. She sat down in the chair and leaned back. She took a moment to breathe and thought about her day. She felt good about what she accomplished. She managed to get a crew to help watch over the new sex slaves. That was key to getting the operation running. She figured after this meeting; she would send a coded message to Priscilla in Mexico that they were ready to get started and await her orders. She then reflected on what she had just finished. She managed to kidnap and torture the owner of Wellington Cattle Company. She thought about how much Phoebe suffered and how much she broke her. Sylvia loved the effects of that potion that was administered. Phoebe was highly sensitive, and she suffered a great deal. She wondered if Phoebe would remember any of it though. Marge told her that the victims would have brain fog and not remember what happened to them afterwards. In a way, she hoped that Phoebe would remember it. It would haunt her forever. Her bounty hunter friends’ victims always remembered their nightmare and her own victims did too. She wanted Phoebe to suffer mentally and emotionally for a long time. Then she heard a noise. She sprang up and looked towards the door. She saw it open slowly and then she saw someone entering. She leaned back in her chair and saw a familiar face. “Agatha, thanks for meeting me here so soon.” she said with a smile.
Agatha walked inside the building and felt some excitement. When she got a message indicating that a mission was accomplished, she knew that Sylvia had gone after Phoebe. She was anxious and thrilled that whatever happened to her main rival, it would be a sweet victory for her. She was really starting to like this mysterious woman. She seemed very powerful. Even though she had no idea what she did to the victims, it must have been very effective. She approached Sylvia and smiled. “So, you took care of that wretched bitch? Hehe” she asked with a giggle.
“Yes, she has been taken care off. Just a little humiliation. She may never be the same again.” Sylvia responded with a grin. She could see how happy Agatha looked and felt good for her. It was always a good time to destroy a rival. She could not wait until she destroyed Darby, and she would have her own personal satisfaction.
“That is GREAT news! Hehehe did you hurt her or something? What did you do to her? Tell me please!” Agatha asked with the same enthusiasm as a child wanting to hear a story.
“hehehe trade secrets. Besides, the less you know, the better for you. You can always deny things because you don’t know details. Plausible deniability is a great thing to have. I did enjoy making her suffer though. She is still alive, and she doesn’t have any marks. No one will ever know what she went through because she might be too embarrassed to admit it.” Sylvia told her with a sly grin.
“That sounds amazing. Absolutely amazing. I really wish you would tell me though. It sounds fun! I hope you enjoyed torturing the two women that annoy me. Hey, what if I were to tell you that I want in? I want to be a part of whatever you are involved in. It sounds fun!” Agatha asked. She started to get excited about the prospect of joining in with others to grow her own empire. There was something thrilling about Sylvia. There was something that made her want to be a part of something larger.
“Trust me, Agatha. You do not want to be involved unless you are willing to take tremendous risks to your own lifestyle. What I am involved in is for those who are willing to risk everything. I am sure you remember Phoebe’s mother, Gloria. Remember what happened to her?” Sylvia said as a reminder. She liked the fact that Agatha was interested in the operation of Priscilla and Christos, but she wanted to avoid her from possibly being a weak link as well.
Agatha thought about Sylvia’s words for a moment. The way Sylvia was talking, whatever she was involved in, was probably highly illegal and dangerous. She did remember how Gloria Wellington was caught operating a sex trafficking ring, and was now in prison. She wondered if this woman was involved in the same kinds of things. She loved her company, and was desperate to have it grow, but she did not want it ruined like how Gloria almost ruined hers. She also had a daughter to give the business to, and didn’t want her to go through what Phoebe went through. “Hmmmm…ok. I will not accept for now. But whatever it is, if it can destroy Phoebe and that company, please let me know. You can also check back with me in the future. I might be game. I want to be powerful, and I want to play the game too.” she told her.
“Don’t worry. We shall keep you in mind. Let’s see how things go, and perhaps we might include you. My employer is being very cautious, and we have a plan right now. So, from here on out, this could be our last meeting. I took care of your problems with Phoebe and Kylie, so it was a pleasure doing business with you. I do have a gift for you.” Sylvia told her. She figured this should be their last meeting at the moment. The land was secured, Phoebe was destroyed, and there really wasn’t a need to continue to meet with her. It could expose Agatha to criminal activity, and she didn’t want that.
“A gift for me? Really? What did you bring me? You didn’t have to get me anything.” Agatha said with surprise. She felt a giddiness inside her body and looked at Sylvia to see what the gift was.
Sylvia saw that smile on Agatha’s face, and she liked it. She then moved a burlap sack over and put it between her legs. She opened it up and pulled out the pair of Phoebe’s boots. It was time to hand over Phoebe’s clothing to her as a trophy. “Here, these are yours. They are Phoebe’s boots.” she told her.
Agatha was shocked when she saw a pair of boots being pulled out of a sack. When she heard those boots belonged to Phoebe, she was shocked. She couldn’t believe what she was looking at. It also made her wonder how she got those boots and what else was in that sack. “Her boots? You are giving me her boots?” she asked in surprise.
“Yes! Fresh off her feet. Hehehe In fact, I am giving you, her clothes. Well not all of them but most of them. Let’s just say she is not in position to wear them anymore. You can keep them as trophies. You will always remember how she paid a price for crossing you.” Sylvia explained. She then reached inside the sack and pulled out Phoebe’s riding pants, and then her riding shirt. She could see Agatha in pure shock and loved it.
Agatha took ahold of Phoebe’s boots and held them up. She could see they were made of expensive leather, and she looked inside. She couldn’t believe she was holding these boots and then she looked over and saw more items getting pulled out. It looked like clothes, and she was curious about what it was. “Are those clothes?” she asked.
“Yes, they are Phoebe’s riding pants and her shirt. They are yours as trophies. I know you are wondering how I got them. Let’s just say Phoebe had to give up her clothes and is currently naked somewhere. Haha” Sylvia giggled as she handed over the riding pants and shirt. She watched as Agatha examined the clothes and leaned back in her chair. She decided to keep the underwear and bra. Those were on Phoebe’s naked body, and she wanted to keep them as a trophy as well.
“Wait, Phoebe ended up NAKED????? You have got to tell me what you did to her!!! Please tell me! This sounds really good!” Agatha requested with great enthusiasm. The fact that Phoebe lost her clothes and was naked was thrilling. She thought about how humiliated her rival must be at the moment. She couldn’t believe this woman destroyed Phoebe in such a splendid way.
“Hehehe like I said, it is better if you don’t know details. But I will give you this and you can use your own imagination. Phoebe has a really beautiful body. She………came……..to realize just how pretty it really is to me.” Sylvia said with a wink.
Agatha’s jaw dropped when she heard that line. Her mind started to spin, and she got excited. It seemed as though this woman must have somehow sexually humiliated Phoebe. Agatha preferred the company of men, but she always was fascinated with sexual interactions with women. To imagine Phoebe somehow getting sexually teased and possibly had an orgasm was thrilling. She looked at Sylvia and saw a sly smile on her face. She felt her own body temperature heating up and she blushed a little. “Well, that must have been exciting. I will gladly take her clothes. It will always remind me of how she was destroyed by you. I do wish you would tell me what you did to her. That way, I can subtly remind her subliminally whenever I see her.” she said.
“Hehehe I bet you do. But the less you know, the better. Oh, I put her socks in the boots, so you can have those too.” Sylvia said, then stood up from her chair. She knew she had to get that message to Priscilla and then the plan could get underway. “It really was nice talking to you. Enjoy your trophies. If I need anything from you, trust me, I will let you know.” she told her, then shook her hand.
“Yes, thank you for everything. Good luck. Please tell your employer I am eternally grateful for helping me and my business. Again, if you need anything, anything at all, let me know. Even if it is not within the law. If you know what I mean.” Agatha replied with a wink as she shook Sylvia’s hand.
Sylva gave her a knowing grin and then started to walk away. She wondered if the operation could use someone like Agatha. She had money and she owned land. It might come in handy for the operation, but figured she had better speak with Priscilla and Christos first before making any decisions. She walked away from the building and made it to her horse. It was now time to go to Plotsville and meet with Marge and her crew. The trafficking operation was set and after she got confirmation from Priscilla, they would begin!
Bessie was riding as fast as she could, looking everywhere for where Phoebe may have gone. It was getting towards late afternoon, and she was very worried. She saw great scenery, but there was still no sign of Phoebe. There were hoof prints in the dirt, but those could have been anyone. She was doing her best to keep her mind positive, but it was getting hard. She would call out Phoebe’s name, but there was no response. She saw Kylie also looking around and they both were deeply concerned. The horses came to a stop for a moment, and she looked at her maid. “Where could she be?” she asked.
Kylie looked at Bessie and she knew how concerned she was. It was also wearing on her because it definitely was not like Phoebe to disappear and not keep anyone informed. She shrugged her shoulders, and they started to ride off again. Minutes passed and then she could see a barn on the horizon, and she felt a little nervous. She remembered being told that Phoebe wanted to check out a barn in this direction and she wondered if this was it. She looked over at Bessie and tried to sound hopeful. “Hey, that might be the barn she wanted to look at. It is pretty isolated out here.” she told her.
Bessie saw the barn coming up and she felt nervous. If Phoebe was not at this barn, then she was going to have a panic attack because if she wasn’t at this location, then she would have no idea where to look. She felt really nervous as they approached the barn and then she saw something. She saw a horse standing there and that gave her hope. This was an isolated barn, and the farmhouse was quite a distance away. It could have been Phoebe’s horse! “Hey, look! I think that might be the horse she rode!” she told Kylie.
Kylie saw a horse grazing on some grass near the barn and she wondered if that was Pheobe’s. She started to feel a little excited and when they got close enough, she stopped her horse and dismounted. She waited for Bessie to dismount her horse and then she approached the lone horse. She saw the moniker of the stable on the saddle and her eyes lit up. “Hey, this horse is from that stable. I think this IS her horse. Now, where is she?” Kylie said with excitement in her voice.
Bessie felt her heart skip a beat and she started to walk towards the barn. It was true, the saddle of the lone horse belonged to the stable as their horses also had the same symbol. She then started to move faster towards the barn and prayed she was in there, or she went to the house. “Phoebe? Are you in there?” she called out.
Kylie walked with Bessie, and she also started to call out Phoebe’s name. She was concerned that there was no response but wanted to go inside the barn. She made it to the door and opened it. She walked inside and started to look around. The barn was empty, and she called out Phoebe’s name again. When she rounded a corner, they were now going into the middle of the barn and then she stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes went wide with the sight before her. She could see a person draped over what appeared to be a sawhorse. She could see the person’s naked ass and also could see how the legs were tied to crates, with the legs and feet resting on top of those crates. The person was completely naked, and she could see not only their ass, but their vagina as clear as day. “Oh my goodness! Look!” she called out.
Bessie turned the corner and then she stopped in her tracks. She saw the same person Kylie saw and could see that exposed pussy. She felt embarrassed and she put her hands to her mouth. Then she looked at the naked feet and wondered if this person needed help. She looked at Kylie and motioned her hand to follow her. When she got close, she started to recognize the body. She had seen Phoebe’s naked body plenty of times, and when she saw the ass and then the backside, she knew it was her friend. “PHOEBE!!!!! Oh my goodness!” she called out.
Kylie’s heart stopped when she realized that the person tied down was Phoebe! She had never seen Phoebe naked before, but after Bessie’s reaction she realized that her boss was completely naked and tied down. She rushed over to see what she could do to help and was absolutely stunned. She saw that ass and the pussy so helplessly exposed. Then she saw the feather sticking out of the ass and she felt her heart sink. Something terrible happened to Phoebe and they now had to rescue her. “It is her! Let’s get her out of here!” she called out.
Bessie made it to the head of Phoebe and saw that hair hanging towards the floor. She knew her friend’s hair and now she started to carefully lift the head up. She saw the face and Phoebe looked completely out of it. Her heart started to ache because something terrible happened to her. She saw how shiny her cheeks were, and it appeared she had been crying. Her mind raced wondering what could have possibly happened to her. “Phoebe? Phoebe, are you hurt? PHOEBE!!!” she called out.
Phoebe started to come to as she felt her head lifting up and she heard voices. Her eyes started to slowly open, and she felt her body aching. Her mind was very dizzy, and she started to cough. Once her eyes cleared enough, she could see that mocha-colored skin and saw the pretty face looking back at her. “Mmm…..Bessie? Is that you?” she asked softly.
"Yes!!!! Phoebe!! What happened to you?” Bessie asked. She felt such terror for her friend, and looked over at Kylie. She saw the stunned look on her face, but she had to get her attention so they could get Phoebe free. “Hey Kylie, untie her! Let’s get her free. Hang on, Phoebe.” she instructed.
Kylie started to untie the ropes around the ankles and stared at the bottoms of the feet. She had seen Phoebe’s feet before, but this felt different. Her boss looked so helpless and completely exposed. Once she got the ankles untied, she decided to remove that feather out of Phoebe’s ass since she was waking up. She did not want Phoebe to potentially realize there was a feather sticking out of her ass. She started to wonder who did this to her. Someone was ruthless and must have tortured her boss. Once she slowly removed the feather, she then started to untie the ropes from the legs on the crates. She felt really anxious and hoped Phoebe was going to be ok.
Bessie worked feverishly trying to untie the ropes around Phoebe’s wrists. She felt panicked and wondered what could have possibly happened. She heard Phoebe groaning and she really sounded dazed. Once she got the ropes free from the wrists, she carefully lifted Phoebe’s head and looked at her face. She could see her opening and closing her eyes and she was very scared for her. Something terrible really happened to her and she wanted to comfort her. She saw Kylie now standing up and grabbing Phoebe’s waist. She then stood up and took the wrists and they both carefully got Phoebe off of the sawhorse and then laid her on her back on the ground. Bessie sat on the ground and got Phoebe on her legs and started to hold her. She had no idea what happened and worse yet, Phoebe was naked. She looked around and wondered where her clothes were. “Kylie? Do you see her clothes anywhere around? We should cover her.” she said softly.
Kylie started to look around the area and could not see any items of clothing. She did notice on the ground near where Phoebe’s body was and saw clumps of shaving cream mixed with hair. Her eyes opened up wide and realized that someone had shaved Phoebe. She remembered looking at that naked pussy and there were no pubic hairs. She started to blush because whoever did this to her, really must have humiliated her. Shaving someone like that was to humiliate them and she started to hurt for Phoebe. She continued to look around and saw no clothing. “I-I don’t see any! I wonder if whoever did this to her, took her clothes! What are we going to do?” she asked.
Bessie’s heart sank when she realized that there were no clothes. She wondered what they were going to do because they wanted to take Phoebe back home, but they couldn’t take her back to the ceremony location with her being completely naked. “Is there a blanket or anything around here? We have to find something for her. We can’t let her leave naked!” she called out.
Kylie started to walk through the barn, and it was very empty. She started to grow very worried because it was true. They could not take her back home naked. She didn’t see anything and then she thought of an idea. There was a house nearby and she figured at this point she had to go there and perhaps ask for a blanket. She also wondered if they might have seen who did this to her boss. “Hey Bessie, there is nothing in here to cover her. I am going to go to the house and see if they have a blanket. I will be right back.” she told her.
Bessie felt the urge to cry. Phoebe was barely conscious, and she was groaning. It truly broke her heart to see her in this state, and she was very worried about her. She heard Kylie saying she was going to go to the house and that sounded like a good idea. She nodded her head when she saw Kylie’s face and then watched her leave. Now, it was just her and Phoebe in this barn. Her closest friend and sometimes lover was naked, humiliated and completely dazed. She had no idea what might have happened to her, and it truly frightened her to her core. She cuddled with Phoebe and looked at her body. She could see her breasts, and stomach. She looked down on her long legs and saw those naked feet. She then noticed the groin and could see there was no pubic hair there. “What happened to you?” she whispered softly.
Phoebe was still groaning as she wanted to wake up, but her head was spinning. Her mind was in a fog, but she did recognize the voice. “Bessie…..Bessie…..I love you….Bessie…” she said softly.
“I love you too. What happened to you? Who did this to you?” Bessie whispered back. She held onto Phoebe tighter and waited for Kylie to return. She wanted to get Phoebe home and make sure she was safe and sound. She wondered if she should contact law enforcement. She wondered who could have done this to her. Whoever did this, wanted to send a message. “Hang in there, we will get you home.” she said, the hugged Phoebe tighter.
Kylie came back to the barn after 10 minutes and had a blanket in her hand. Alongside her was the wife of the farmer who owned the barn. She had knocked on the door and explained that her friend was in trouble inside their barn and they needed a blanket to keep her warm. The wife seemed very understanding and got her a blanket. She even wanted to give some money to her since they needed to take this blanket back with them. The wife declined it, and she wanted to help. She didn’t want to tell the woman who it was because if word got out that Phoebe Wellington was found naked and tied up in a barn, that would do a lot of damage to her reputation. Once she got to the barn, she quickly put the blanket around Phoebe, and she helped Bessie get Phoebe to her feet. The wife of the farmer was stunned that some young lady was knocked out in this barn and was happy to help her. They carefully got Phoebe back to their horses and figured they would tell the ranch hands where Phoebe’s horse was, so they could retrieve it. Kylie then thanked the woman again, and she mounted her horse. Phoebe was with Bessie on the horse, and they started to ride off. As they rode, she thought about what happened and she wanted to find out what had happened. Because whoever did this to Pheobe, she wanted to make them suffer. Revenge was on her mind and one day, she was going to make someone pay for all of this.
La Diabla continued to ride her horse and looked out into the horizon. She felt nervous, and there was some anger within her body. Her mind was focused since she was very worried. Her greatest rival requested her presence for some kind of business offer. She knew she never wanted to work for or with that evil woman, Priscilla Montenegro, but there was a threat in the letter she received. Priscilla mentioned that she has her “heart”. Those thoughts constantly went back to Darby. The letter mentioned revenge and Darby was a part of that moment when Priscilla was apprehended in Santa Selena. If something was happening to the woman she loved, then she had to go meet this woman and find out what this offer was all about. She was very grateful her two friends, Gabby and Veronica, were with her. She did not trust Priscilla at all, and wanted to make sure she had some backup in case it was a trap. The last time she saw Priscilla, it was in Ciudad Del Reina. It was there that Priscilla helped the Greek bounty hunter, Thalia, escape. She wished she captured Priscilla right then and there, but she escaped. La Diabla took a deep breath because Ciudad Azteca was approaching. The Mexican town had some great memories for her. She and her friends had a very good time, and it was an adventure. It also had some terrible moments because Veronica was kidnapped. They ended up rescuing her and that could have been the moment that Priscilla was focusing on her again. There were also some very good memories. She thought of the barmaid, Gianna. That woman was so sexy and very sensual. She had such a great time with her and hoped one day she would see her again. She didn’t think she would visit her this time, because her full attention had to be on Priscilla.
“Hey, the town is coming up. I can hear the music playing. The fiesta is still going on!” Gabby said, trying to lighten the mood. She was very concerned after learning about the letter Priscilla sent. She knew La Diabla had to be affected, but it also affected her. She had grown to hate Priscilla. That woman was behind the love of her life being captured. She hoped she could confront Priscilla and destroy her personally. The horse ride was very quiet as they returned to the town when some bad memories occurred, but also some very good ones. She and Veronica had passionate sex a few times, and they even got paid a lot of money for stealing a diamond from the mayor and returning it to an aspiring crime lord. She could hear the music playing and she wanted to lighten the mood so they could smile again before meeting a true evil woman.
Veronica smiled when she heard the music. She also felt very tense on the journey back to this town. She had mixed emotions about the town. She had some incredible memories with La Diabla and her lover, Gabby. They partied hard, they enjoyed each other, and it also eventually led to a threesome with Gabby and La Diabla when they returned home. But it was also a town of traumatic memories. She thought about the time she was in captivity. The way Pilar and Maria tortured her body by tickling her. The way they dominated her and even made her submit to them. It was something she would never forget and hoped that she could get some revenge on those three women that tormented her. She was very concerned about La Diabla though. She read that letter that Priscilla sent, and she wondered who the “heart” was. She suspected it was Darby but had to find out. She focused her mind on the upcoming encounter because she had a feeling it could also be a trap. She needed to take a deep breath and went along with Gabby’s enthusiasm. “Hehehe yeah, they are going to party all week. Despite things that happened here, we really did have a good time.” she told the group.
“We sure did. Hey La Diabla, after we meet with the bitch, want to stay the night? It is nighttime right now, and once we are done with that witch, we should stay and have some fun. We are all so tense right now, and partying would do us wonders. Maybe we can even……hehehehehe….. spend some time together again. Or you could find Gianna and we can include her. You and her versus me and Veronica. Imagine the fun!” Gabby offered. She felt nervous and really wanted to make the mood much lighter.
La Diabla chuckled when she heard that offer from Gabby. Her mind thought of that scenario where all four women were naked and wrestling around on a bed. It would be the craziest and probably most erotic orgy she had ever been a part of. She started to think how much she loved her two friends. Even with potential danger coming, they were still trying to find light moments. That’s what she adored about them. They were very fun to be around, even when things were bleak. She looked over at Gabby and figured she would play with her mind a little. “I will think about that offer. Sounds like fun….” she smiled.
Gabby’s eyes went wide when she heard that response. The possibility of having a foursome sounded like a lot of fun. Now she really got excited about destroying Priscilla because that kind of event would be the memory of a lifetime! “Hehehe then we will take care of this business, and we will find out who wins. I know me and Vero will win. You and Gianna better be prepared to feel incredible pleasure. Hehehe” she giggled with excitement.
La Diabla shook her head and continued to ride. She looked at her pocket watch and saw that it was 7:30pm. It was one hour before she was supposed to meet Priscilla and now her mind got focused again. She already guessed Priscilla was at the location, setting herself up and protecting herself. She knew she had to scout the surrounding areas to make sure none of the Montenegro gang were lurking around. The last thing she wanted was to be captured by that gang. They have been wanting to kill her for a long time. It took her back to when she narrowly escaped from them and hurt her ankle when she went through a second story window at the Montenegro home. It was there that started the very close relationship she had with Cheyenne as the young woman rescued her. She thought about how deep her history with Priscilla went and it was without a doubt her greatest rivalry. Not even her brief rivalry with Darby was as difficult and traumatic as her battle with Priscilla. She lost her gang in those battles. Even though she got the last laugh between them, the fact she was still on the loose made everything that much more difficult. La Diabla got closer to the building and looked around. It was dark, but the streetlamps kept some light, so she could see if there were other horses, or other signs of multiple people possibly being inside. She looked over at Gabby and Veronica and focused her eyes. “Hey, keep an eye out around this building. According to this letter, I am to meet her alone. I don’t trust that bitch, but I know she is a woman of her evil word and would harm whatever my heart is.” she told them.
“Are you sure you don’t want us to come in there with you? You know we can’t trust her at all.” Veronica asked. She felt nervous because of how dangerous Priscilla and her minions were. She wondered if the two women that tortured her would be there as well.
“I know. I don’t trust her at all, but I also know she will do something to harm me. The way that letter read, it sounded like she would harm something, or someone else just to hurt me. I just pray it is not someone I know. I think it might be Darby, but I guess I will find out. Let’s look around this building and try to determine if there are more people here. Look for anyone standing on the streets near here, ready to jump into this building at a moment’s notice. We have to cover our bases and be ready for anything. In 30 minutes, I meet this crazy woman.” she instructed.
“On it.” Gabby responded then got off her horse. She wanted to scout the perimeter to make sure there weren’t others that could possibly enter the building and trap La Diabla. She was also very aware that she could be getting observed herself, since surely Priscilla would already be at this location ahead of time. It reminded her of the time when Veronica was kidnapped, and she had to come to this same building, only to be shown another note to go to a different place. It hurt her a lot, but then another memory came to mind. This was the same building that she and La Diabla had captured Rosa, the Rurales member, in and tormented her. That was a really good time, and she couldn’t help but smile over what she did on her part with Rosa’s feet and body.
La Diabla watched as both Veronica and Gabby went about their routine to scout the premises. She started to recognize this building more and remembered this was the same location where she had a confrontation with Rosa. She thought about that woman and how hell bent she was on getting revenge. It did affect her a little because Rosa was simply getting revenge for her father being killed by some of El Guapo’s men. She actually felt bad for her. However, she was going to defend herself, and capturing Rosa was a good moment. She remembered how much she and Gabby tormented that woman and left her in this same location. She wondered if someone stumbled upon her and saw her completely naked and tied to the top of a table. She shook her head with those thoughts, then looked at her pocket watch again. It was ten minutes before she was to meet Priscilla, and she got anxious. She felt her heart beating faster and she had to calm herself. She suspected a trap, so she was going to make sure she was ready to start shooting her gun if necessary. She looked around and saw both Gabby and Veronica nodding back at her to let her know they didn’t see anything. La Diabla took a deep breath and figured now was a good time to enter. She stepped forward and headed towards the building. Her mind was wondering what this was going to be about but had to be ready for anything. She entered into the building and looked around. It was illuminated with lanterns, and she made her way deeper inside. She passed by the table where Rosa was tied down on and she giggled. She then heard something, and she stopped in her tracks, and placed her hand on her gun.
“You’re early. So punctual. Hehehee” a voice called out.
La Diabla turned and saw a figure walking out of one of the rooms. She recognized the voice and soon, the figure stepped into the light and her heart raced. It was Priscilla. The woman who caused her all kinds of pain. The woman who tormented Cheyenne. The woman who humiliated Darby. The woman who defeated her and broke her before. The same woman that could have killed Bessie in order to help Thalia escape. Now, she was face to face with her and she wondered if she should just shoot her right now. Then she saw someone else coming out of the shadows and it was a young woman. It looked similar to the young woman Veronica described. Either way, Priscilla was not alone, and she had to be careful. She remembered there was another companion and she looked around to make sure that person did not sneak up on her. “Priscilla Montenegro. The queen bitch herself.” she said in a cold tone.
“La Diabla, the dumbest and most evil bitch walking around. Good to see you again! I was wondering if you would get my letter. I guessed you might have been at the Toscano farm, and my hunch paid off. Thank you for being so prompt!” Priscilla told her with an evil grin. She could see how tense La Diabla was, and she felt herself calming down. She had an ace up her sleeve, and she looked forward to the reaction La Diabla would eventually give when she showed off that ace card.
La Diabla saw the smirk on Priscilla’s face and wished she could just end her right now. She heard such a happy tone in her voice and now her curiosity was getting to her. She had to know why they were even meeting. “Ok bitch, why are we here? You don’t like me; I don’t like you. Why would I work with you?” she asked in a sarcastic tone.
“Hehehe you are direct. I like that. I really do think we would make a great team. You see, I am starting my trafficking ring again, but I don’t have a true enforcer. You remember Helga, right? I need someone like her and who is better than you? You are sick and twisted. As much as I hate you, I will acknowledge that you have great skills. I remember when Francine was your sex slave. She told me what you used to do to her. So, it is within you. Now, I need those skills for my new operation.” Priscilla told her.
La Diabla remembered when she had Francine as her sex slave at El Guapo’s villa. She regretted that fact after experiencing what she went through in Santa Selena and also Ciudad Del Reina. Knowing that she could have been a sex slave herself made her realize her mistake in forcing poor Francine a sex slave to her. What really got her changing her mind was the fact that the sweet, lovable Cheyenne could have been a sex slave. The thought of that innocent woman getting ravished really bothered her. Now, the woman she hated was offering her a role in a new trafficking ring. She started to smile, then a laugh came out. “haha….hahahahaha…..HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Are you serious? You want ME to help you with a sex trafficking ring? After all the hell you put me through in Santa Selena, I am going to help you? You think I am going to help you after all what you did to Cheyenne? You are one crazy bitch…..” she laughed.
Priscilla felt excited. That was the reaction she wanted to see. She knew once she pulled out her ace, it would devastate La Diabla, and that moment would be very sweet. “I figured you might laugh at my offer, but you might want to reconsider it. You would be an amazing addition to my crew. You will report to me, and I will give you orders. It will be fun! However, if you turn me down, I will destroy your heart….” she warned.
La Diabla stopped laughing and then her face turned serious. This was the moment she dreaded. She wondered if Priscilla captured Darby and was going to use her to convince her to be a part of Priscilla’s scheme. She felt her heart racing because she wanted to rescue Darby and then destroy the woman in front of her. Now it was time for business. “What the hell are you talking about? My heart? It’s in my chest, you dumb bitch. Now, how about we end this conversation and we both can go about our lives.” she told her.
“Hehehe oh you stupid woman. Trust me, you are going to work for me. If you don’t well, your heart dies…..” Priscilla said in a dead serious tone. She then looked towards the staircase that was nearby and smiled. This was the moment she waited for. “Oh Pilar, can you bring down the heart please?” she shouted.
La Diabla turned her head towards the stairs to see what Priscilla was talking about. She felt her pulse quickening and she got extremely nervous. If it was Darby, then she would try to get her free and the both of them would go after Priscilla. That way they could end that woman once and for all. She saw someone walking down the stairs, and then she saw another pair of legs. One of the pairs were stocky, thick legs. The other pair of legs were much thinner, and she saw reddish colored boots. That threw her off because Darby wore cowboy boots. Those reddish boots looked very nice and now she wondered who they could be. As the pair went further down the stairs, she saw more of the bodies. Her nerves were on edge and then finally she saw faces. It was at that moment her heart stopped. Everything stood still as she recognized the face of the person with the reddish boots. She saw the other person’s face and wondered who she was. It was a fatter face, and she held a knife to the throat of the woman in the reddish boots. Her heart exploded as she realized it was her mother. “Mama???” she called out.
Isabel felt herself moving down the stairs and she felt extremely scared. It had been a terrible day after being kidnapped and tortured by these evil women. She remembered how they tickle tortured her all over her body, and stripped her completely naked. She also remembered the humiliation of getting her pubic hairs shaved and even forced to orgasm. She was very miserable, and she wished she could die at a few moments of sadness. When she was taken to this location, she kept being told that her heart was going to suffer. When it came time for her to walk down the stairs, she was frightened to her core because of the knife directly under her throat. A quick move and she would be killed instantly. She heard voices downstairs and when she walked down them, she saw someone standing there. Her eyes went wide open with surprise as she recognized that face. It was the most beautiful face she could ever see. Her heart burst with love when she saw the one person she loved more than anyone else on the planet. It was her daughter, Salem Veracruz. “Mija?” she asked softly.
La Diabla was still in a state of shock as she saw her mother come down those stairs and was standing there. She saw the knife under her throat and knew her mother was in immediate danger. She immediately took her gun out and pointed it at Priscilla. She saw the smirk on Priscilla’s face, and she wanted to shoot every last bullet she had into that woman’s head. “YOU BITCH!!!! YOU HAVE MY MOTHER???? I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!!!!” she screamed with intensity.
Priscilla saw the look of rage on La Diabla’s face, and she loved it. She was a little concerned that a gun was pointing at her, but she still felt confident she had the upper hand. Now it was time to break La Diabla’s mind. “Put that gun away, you dumb *****. If you shoot me, she dies immediately. You would have killed two people. Me and your mother. So put the gun down. NOW!” she ordered.
La Diabla felt an intense rage in her body. She had never felt this way before and her anger was on a level she never reached before. But she also felt a deep pain knowing that the woman she loved more than anyone was in danger of being killed. That fact prevented her from pulling the trigger and now this entire situation just got deadly serious. She looked over at her mother again and saw that look of terror on her face. That truly broke her heart, and she started to get emotional. She then looked back at Priscilla and scowled as she lowered her gun. It would feel good to kill Priscilla, but she would never forgive herself if it led to her mother’s death. “Priscilla……why? Why do you have my mother? Our rivalry…..is between us. Me and you. Leave her out of this. Please.” she told her with her voice cracking with emotion.
Priscilla heard that emotion in La Diabla’s voice and she knew she had her. She wanted to dance, but she had to make sure her plan worked. She stared at the outlaw, and it was time to break her. “Your mother is such a perfect gift! She is the reason you will work for me. It is pretty simple. Work for me, she lives. You refuse; she dies. Can you live with yourself knowing YOU killed her? So, ready to work for me?” she asked with a sinister grin.
La Diabla’s heart crashed as she heard the offer. Now she knew what Priscilla meant by her heart. Isabel meant everything to her and knowing her safety was dependent on her, made her realize she was trapped. She looked over at her mother and that look of terror really got to her. “Mama….” she said softly.
Isabel saw her daughter’s expression and she was very concerned. She also heard what Priscilla was telling her, and she knew her daughter was in an impossible position. Her own life was on the line, but she was more concerned about Salem’s well-being. “Mija….te amo. I love you so much. I will always love you. Tu Eres mi Corazón. You will always be my heart….” she said softly.
La Diabla felt her eyes filling with tears when she heard those words. This was the most devastating situation she had ever been in. She felt herself shaking and she felt like she was going to scream in extreme sadness. She could not lose her mother. That was the one thing she never wanted to ever happen, especially after losing her father when she was 10 years old. She knew what she had to do. She absolutely hated Priscilla, but to keep her mother safe, she had to do what the evil woman wanted. She looked towards Priscilla and saw that smirk. She closed her eyes for a moment, then took a deep breath. She slowly opened her eyes again and nodded her head. “Ok bitch, you win. I will work for you.” she told her.
Priscilla felt highly elated when she heard that response. She knew she had just broken La Diabla, and it was a sweet victory. She could now force La Diabla to torment others and her sex trafficking ring was now going to be perfect. She started to rub her hands together and now she could work with her new employee. “Thank you for accepting my offer! You will be a GREAT addition to my team. Hehehe As long as you do what I say, sweet Isabel will live. I must say, she is quite beautiful. We met earlier obviously, and she really is a gorgeous woman. Hard to believe she gave birth to a demon like you, but I guess anything is possible. She is very fit. She doesn’t look her age. When I saw her body, I was….” she started to say when she was interrupted.
“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN WHEN YOU SAW HER BODY?!” La Diabla screamed when she heard that description. Her mind raced and now she had the feeling that her mother had been tortured by Priscilla. That enraged her and she looked back at her mother. She could see the look in her eyes and when she saw Isabel closing her eyes in shame, she looked right back at Priscilla. Her hatred for that woman skyrocketed and she wanted to kill her on the spot. If Isabel was tortured like she knows how Priscilla tortures someone, then her mother went through a lot of humiliation. She had to calm herself because Isabel was still in immediate danger. “I swear……when this is over, you will die. If anything happens to her, you die. I will work for you, but if you harm my mother, you die. This I swear…….” she said in a very evil voice.
Priscilla heard that tone and it did make her shiver. She had never heard that tone before, and she knew how dangerous La Diabla was. She was still in control, but she had to be extra careful. “If you do what I say, she will be fine. You are the one who will determine her fate. You try to betray me, she dies. You know I am serious about that. Oh, she will be taken back and watched by my husband’s gang. You KNOW how dangerous they are, so don’t get fantasies in your head that you can simply rescue her. You know how serious I can get. So, do what you are told to do, bitch. This I swear….” she told her, using a strong tone and also using La Diabla’s words against her.
La Diabla started to growl as she wanted to destroy that woman. She knew she was beaten at this moment, and she had to follow Priscilla’s orders. She definitely knew about the brutality of the Montenegro gang and now she had to make sure she did what Priscilla asked. She just could not lose her mother. Her heart was breaking, and she felt her body trembling. “Ok bitch, what do you want me to do?” she asked.
Priscilla couldn’t contain her excitement. She heard that response from La Diabla and wanted to celebrate. Her plan worked to perfection and now she had control of the most dangerous outlaw she ever encountered. She looked over at Isabel and thought about how she broke that woman. It was perfect now because she broke both mother and daughter. She thought about making La Diabla suck her toes, but that would probably lead to some revenge, and she might be killed. So, she figured ordering her around would be better. She was excited about this first opportunity and then walked up to her longtime rival. She placed her right hand on the left shoulder and smiled. “I am glad you came to that decision. We are going to have so much fun together!” she gloated.
“Get your hand off my shoulder or you lose it.” La Diabla growled as she felt that hand on her shoulder. She may have had to listen to Priscilla, but she was not going to be a willing partner. She looked at the woman’s face and that smirk on it really angered her. She wished she could kill Priscilla right at the moment. She did not want to torture her; she wanted to end her life. Kidnapping her mother, torturing her and humiliating her was too large of a sin for any kind of mercy. She knew the first chance she got; she was going to end Priscilla’s life.
“Sorry! Gee, you seem so angry. You should be happy! You get to help me AND your mother lives. I could have just killed her you know, but figured I might as well involve you to help me. How ironic that it was you that helped end my business with Gloria Wellington, only to help me grow it with a new partner. Oh, by the way, Thalia sends her regards. Hehehe” Priscilla taunted. She knew how angry La Diabla was and wanted to keep tormenting her mind. She looked over at Isabel again and nodded her head to Pilar to take her away.
“Mija! Just do what she says. I will be ok. I love you, Salem. I love you.” Isabel said as she was led away. She heard what Priscilla told her daughter, and she also heard that angry rage within her. She wanted to protect Salem, but also herself. She prayed that she could get released and reunite with her as a reason for living.
La Diabla heard her mother telling her how much she loved her, and it made her heart ache that she was in that position. She started to tremble with rage and knew she had to hold back. “What do you want me to do now?” she asked again.
“hehehe it would be better if you sounded nicer, but ok, I will tell you. I know you and your friends are together. I am not stupid. So, to prove you are strong enough to do this job, I want you and your friends to bring me a new sex slave! I don’t care who she is. Find some woman in this town and bring her here. I want to see you torture her and prepare her for a life of sex slavery. Simple enough, right?” Priscilla ordered. She already knew Pilar and Maria were ready, but she wanted to break La Diabla’s spirit and force her to torture someone in front of them. She planned to send La Diabla to the United States and help Sylvia at the new location. She had received the message from her partner earlier and was thrilled that everything was ready. Now, she was going to be back in business, and she needed everything to be perfect. The best part was that she didn’t plan on paying La Diabla like she paid Helga and Svetlana. The life of her mother would be payment enough.
La Diabla heard that request and she felt terrible. After her life experiences and then asking Francine for forgiveness, she didn’t want to kidnap anyone to become a sex slave. She would torture them to rob them, but not to make the rest of their lives a miserable Hell. She knew this was going to bother her soul, but it had to be done. Isabel’s safety was at risk and if she needed to torture someone in order to keep her mother safe, she was going to do it. Now, she had to go find some innocent woman and that was really going to be difficult. She looked at Priscilla’s smirk and her hatred was at a whole other level. “Ok….I will be back.” she said, then started to walk away.
“Don’t forget! You try something stupid, and she dies. You know how I am. You know I am not lying about something like that. I will have her killed if you decide to cross me. See you soon!” Priscilla warned. She wanted to make sure La Diabla knew she was under her control. She then blew her a kiss and watched her leave the room. She wanted to scream in happiness but kept herself under control. She waited a few moments to make sure La Diabla was gone, then looked at Maria. “hehehe we got her! This is one SWEET day!” she said with excitement.
“That was so amazing. I can’t believe you made her work for us. I think she will be very good at this.” Maria replied. She saw how happy her boss was, but she also felt a little bad. She witnessed that entire interaction and even though it worked out, she felt a little bad for La Diabla. Having her mother in a life-threatening situation had to be hard. It was kind of sad hearing Isabel’s voice and the reaction La Diabla gave. It also gave her a new perspective on the outlaw. She heard how evil she was, but the way she was so emotional towards Isabel let her know that inside that heart there was a lot of love. She had a feeling Priscilla wouldn’t care if her own mother was in danger, but seeing La Diabla so emotional made her think there was compassion. She wondered how this would all turn out and she also hoped that no one was killed. Maria was good with torture, and sexual situations, but she did not want to see anyone die. That would be too difficult.
“Yes, she will. I know her. She will be a great addition to our team, and she will do what I say. She obviously loves her mother, and I will use that to control her once and for all. Hehehehe Now, let’s get Isabel back to the hotel. We will keep her there while we make our next moves. Hey Pilar, you know what to do! Come back as soon as possible so we can witness La Diabla playing with some woman. Hehehe” Priscilla instructed. She then found a chair to sit down on and awaited the return of the outlaw. She felt so powerful and that nothing could go wrong now. Isabel would be hidden somewhere, and she was going to use the threat of death towards Isabel to keep La Diabla from killing her. She did have some fear that if Isabel somehow got away, La Diabla would surely come looking to kill her. She knew her own life was now on the line and this plan could not go wrong. “hehehe Oh, this feels so good.” she gloated to herself.
La Diabla walked out of the building and saw both Veronica and Gabby standing there. She could see the surprised look on their faces, and she had a hard time trying to contain her emotions. She started to tear up and worked hard to maintain her composure. “Hey ladies….” she said softly.
Gabby saw La Diabla walking back towards her and felt excited. She was returning unharmed, which was a good sign. When she saw her get close, she could see the look of anger on her face. She looked really upset and she thought she was so blind with rage, that she wondered if she would start crying. “Hey! What happened in there? What did Priscilla want?” she asked.
“Yes, what did she want and why do you look so angry?” Veronica asked. She also felt happy that La Diabla was coming back to them and she appeared to be unharmed. She could see how angry her friend looked and hoped everything was going to be ok.
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La Diabla heard their questions, and she had to come up with a way to tell them what happened without her rage and her tears from coming out. She thought about the look on Isabel’s face and that really hurt her very soul. Her mother was in danger and now she had to help a woman she truly hated. She wondered how she was going to break this down to her friends. She got to where they were standing and took a very deep breath. “Listen….this will be very difficult for me to say, and please be patient with me. I am very emotional right now and if I burst into tears, please understand why.” she told them in a soft voice.
Gabby’s jaw dropped when she heard that response. Her friend was very emotional and now she wondered what happened in there. She also started to regret not going inside the building with La Diabla to help her. Whatever happened really seemed to make her emotional and now she was very concerned. “What? What happened? Tell us!” she asked with emotion in her own voice.
“Yes, come on tell us. You can tell us anything. What happened to where you want to cry?” Veronica asked with great concern. She loved La Diabla and to see her cry would mean something terrible happened inside that building. She felt really nervous and hoped she could help her.
“Well…..I….I agreed to work for Priscilla. Believe me, I don’t want to, but I have no choice.” La Diabla said in a soft voice. She really appreciated her friends being concerned and knew she was going to rely on them more than ever for support.
“What???? Work for Priscilla?? WHY? To do what?” Gabby asked in shock. She knew that for La Diabla to agree to work for Priscilla, something major happened in there. Now she wanted to run in there and take care of Priscilla herself. She still owed her for helping torture Veronica.
“YES!!! What the hell happened in there? Tell us! Why do you have to work for that bitch?” Veronica shouted. She was getting very upset hearing that La Diabla had to work for Priscilla. After being tortured at the hands of Priscilla’s associates, she wanted to destroy that woman herself.
“Look, this is hard for me to say. I do have to work for her. If I do not, then……then….” La Diabla started to say when she felt her heart breaking again. This was going to be very difficult for her to say because it made her think about Isabel. Her eyes filled with tears and then she felt one streak out and run down her left cheek. Her lips started to quiver, and she took a deep breath. “…she will kill my mother.” she said, her voice cracking with emotion.
Gabby’s jaw dropped when she heard those words. She just learned that La Diabla had to work for Priscilla, or her mother would be killed. That sent her mind into a tailspin because she had so many questions. The first being that somehow La Diabla’s mother was involved in this entire situation. She remembered a few conversations in the past where La Diabla talked about her mother. She loved that conversation because it showed a side of the outlaw that was beautiful. She talked about her mother in such loving and glowing terms. She learned just how much she loved her mother, and it was always a joy to hear about their mother-daughter interactions. Now that her mother was in a threatening position by a woman that was truly hated, she started to get emotional. She saw that tear fall down the cheek and her own heart started to break. She immediately walked up to her and hugged her tight. “Oh no!!!! Your mother? How is that even possible?” she asked softly.
La Diabla felt the passion in that hug, and it took everything she had to not burst into hysterical tears. She had to maintain her composure, but it was very difficult. The fact her mother’s life was in danger really destroyed her. Then she felt a hug from Veronica and now all three women were hugging. She felt that comfort and she could hold back no longer. She started to cry as she thought about the situation she was in. “She has my mother….sob she has my mother….” she cried.
Veronica joined the hug, and she held on tight. After hearing that Priscilla kidnapped her mother, she felt so bad for La Diabla. She heard the outlaw start to cry and that really affected her heart. She started to cry because her friend was hurting and very afraid. “I’m so sorry….” she whispered.
Gabby heard those cries, and her heart ached as well. Anger started to rise in her body, and she wanted to tear Priscilla limb from limb. That woman has now hurt the two people that meant so much to her. She looked over and saw Veronica crying as well. She knew her lover felt for the outlaw and now her eyes got watery. She closed her eyes for a moment to try and maintain her composure. She continued to hear the heavy sobs coming from La Diabla and she held her tighter. She wanted her to let her sadness out, then they could start to plan their next move. “It’s ok, let it out. We are here.” she whispered.
Having her two friends hugging her and letting her cry was appreciated by La Diabla and she continued to cry. The image of her mother’s face in terror dominated her mind and it was killing her. She wished it was her under that knife, but now she had to focus on getting her back. She slowed down her crying and started to compose herself. She let the last few tears come out, and then she started to relax her body. She could feel the love in that group hug, but she needed to get to business. “Thank you both. I love you both dearly. I don’t know what I would do if you weren’t here with me.” she told them.
“We are always with you. Rest assured we will do anything for you. Priscilla taking your mother is the same as taking our mother. That bitch will pay for this. I swear…” Gabby said. She could feel her anger still rising and her hatred grew even more. The hug broke and she could see the tear-stained eyes of La Diabla. That affected her a lot and she swore that when she got her hands on Priscilla, that woman was going to pay a major price.
“Yes, we love you too. I can’t believe she would do something like that. How did she capture your mother? How did she even know who she was?” Veronica asked. She was very concerned about La Diabla’s mother and wanted to rescue her.
“I have no idea. But she had her. She had one of her idiots hold a knife to……to her throat.” La Diabla began to say. The image of that knife being on her mother’s neck was making her emotional again and she had to steady herself. “She said if I don’t work for her, my mother dies. I-I can’t let that happen, so I agreed to it.” she explained.
“THAT BITCH!!! OOOOOHHH!!! I want to kill her!!! She was responsible for kidnapping Vero, now she takes your mother? That bitch will PAY!!!!” Gabby screamed. The thought of Priscilla causing the people she loved such emotional trauma really bothered her and she really wanted to kill that woman.
“I want to make her pay for what she did to me too! Ok, so if you work for her, what do you have to do?” Veronica asked. She already knew she was going to help La Diabla no matter what it was. She wanted to help her and then help her free her mother. She could see the look on Gabby’s face and knew she felt the same.
“Priscilla is operating a new sex trafficking ring. She wants me to be an enforcer and a torturer for the slaves, much like that Russian bitch, Helga, I told you about. So, I have to find a victim and bring her back here. The problem is, I don’t know who to kidnap. That is not my style. I don’t want to kidnap some innocent woman and doom her to a life as a sex slave. I-I don’t know what to do.” La Diabla explained. She started to think of Cheyenne and remembered how scared she was in becoming a sex slave. That always bothered her, and she never wanted to see another innocent victim like that ever again.
“Wow….That is a tough one. You know we are willing to help you. No matter what.” Gabby said to the outlaw. She felt nervous because this assignment was far different than anything they had to do. They would capture women, tickle torture them, and sexually humiliate them, but that was because they wanted to rob them. After they were done, then they would set the person free. They wouldn’t take them as prisoners. Now, they were faced with that prospect and that made her feel very uncomfortable.
“I know. I mean, that is hard to do. To force some woman to be a sex slave and never see her friends and family again? That woman is just……..EVIL.” Veronica said with emphasis. She looked at her two companions and could tell this assignment bothered them. She didn’t like it either. She was captured by Thalia herself and if it wasn’t for Becky Lockhart, she could have been a sex slave too. “Hey, do you think we can just capture a woman that seems too arrogant? Like the women we rob. I mean, I don’t want to send a woman away like that, but we can’t do it to someone who is innocent and a good person. That would be too much.” she offered.
“Hmmm….that might be a good idea my love. We have to do this assignment no matter what. We can’t expose her mother like that, because we know Priscilla would kill her if she had to. So, if we go after a bitch, at least we won’t feel AS bad. Now, where do we find a bitch to capture? We have to get moving, so we can let that bitch Priscilla know and we keep your mother alive.” Gabby said, then looked over at La Diabla. She could still see how heartbroken she was and wanted to do everything she could to help her.
La Diabla heard the plan and even though she did not want to do something like that to an innocent person, she had no other choice., It was either some random woman, or her mother. It was a sacrifice she had to make. “Ok, let’s do that. This place still has a lot of people celebrating in the fiesta. Let’s keep our eyes out for a woman that is a bitch, and we can go from there. Hey, I really want to thank the two of you. I know this is something that you don’t want to do, but you are helping me anyway. You have no idea how much my heart is shattered right now, and I…..really love you both for being here for me. I am not the sentimental type, but I just wanted to let you two know that I will never forget this.” she told them.
Gabby started to smile hearing those sweet words from La Diabla. She hated this situation, but she would do it again in a heartbeat. She took a deep breath and nodded her head. “Ok, let’s get this job done. Let’s find someone and begin this horrible job. We love you too and I promise you; your mother will be safe after this all ends.” she declared.
La Diabla nodded her head and appreciated both women. She then started to walk towards the fiesta area and hoped to find someone that she could kidnap. It was a horrible feeling, but she had to save Isabel. She was willing to do anything, even if she had to kill someone, to help her mother and make sure she was safe and sound. She focused her eyes and her mind. It was time to truly become….La Diabla.
Sylvia entered the showroom of Madam Broussard’s Burlesque show and looked for Marge. She just returned to Plotsville and was anxious to get ready to begin the trafficking ring. It was evening time, and she thought about her day. She loved the fact she destroyed Phoebe Wellington and now she wanted to settle down with her new partners and find a new victim. She did send a message to Priscilla and felt invigorated. She saw Diane performing on stage and the music was playing very loud. She found a seat at a table and made eye contact with Rita. She saw the sultry dancer come over and sit down at her table. “Hello, Rita, is Marge around?” she asked.
Rita saw Sylvia enter and she felt nervous. She still could not believe that she and her fellow dancers were now getting involved in sex trafficking. It was a weird feeling for her to participate in something like that. Even though they would rob people, the victims were always set free. Now, they would capture innocent women and doom them to a life of misery. She trusted Marge for this endeavor and also knew how much they would be getting paid for this job. She saw the facility where they would keep the slaves and she and her fellow dancers did their best to set it up for incoming slaves. She wondered how the first capture would go and felt really nervous. She saw Sylvia sitting there and she looked really happy. This woman was very powerful, and she wanted to stay on her good side. “She is in the back. She will be out shortly. Ingrid told me you both had a good time today.” she answered.
Sylvia grinned when she heard the mention of Ingrid. She looked at Rita and thought she was very attractive as well. She looked at that pretty face and leaned closer to her. “Yes, it was great fun! I am sure the target will survive, and I wish she could remember it. From what you all told me; she won’t remember that nightmare. Such a shame. I do have a question though. The potion makes victims far more sensitive to touch and also makes them extremely horny. However, when we have the sex slaves, we have to break their spirit. If they forget what happens to them, how will they become docile? That is very important in this business.” she asked.
“We thought about that on our way back here. We used that potion to make our targets forget so that we won’t get caught. In this case, we decided on a solution. We torture them and after they break, we can give them the potion and torture them again. The potion only affects the memory of the moment. Not events beforehand. So, when we do find someone, we can’t use the potion just yet. Or we don’t use it at all.” Rita responded. She remembered that conversation she had with Marge and knew the potion wouldn’t be as crucial in this type of activity. It was disappointing, but they didn’t know any other way.
“Hmmmm….that’s a shame. I love the effects of the potion. We will think of something then.” Sylvia responded. She wanted to figure out a way to use that potion, but the slaves fear their torture at the same time. She then started to look around the showroom and saw how filled it was. Then her eyes caught someone. She saw a young blond lady sitting at a table with some other ladies and she was very fascinated by her. Her face was extremely pretty, and her long blond hair stood out. She started to wonder if she would make a great sex slave. “Hey, do you know who that is?” she asked, then pointed to the woman.
Rita turned her head and saw the beautiful young woman sitting there with her friends and having a good time. She didn’t notice her before but found her really pretty. She looked back at Sylvia and saw how interested she looked in the woman. She wondered if she was eyeing her as a potential sex slave. “I don’t know. This is the first time I have seen her in here.” she replied.
“She is pretty. Very, very pretty. I think we found our first target. Let’s get ready.” Sylvia instructed. She figured they had to start somewhere, and that young lady seemed like the perfect target. She looked innocent and from what she remembered, the buyers of sex slaves loved how innocent their slaves were. There was a high level of eroticism with that. She saw Rita looking hesitant and wondered if she was having second thoughts about participating in the operation. “Are you ok? You seemed concerned.” she asked.
“Yes, I am ok. She looks a little young, that’s all.” Rita answered. She felt a little nervous as she watched the young woman laughing and smiling with her friends. She wondered if that group of women were out for a nice night out on the town. She took a deep breath and knew she had a job to do. “I will get the potion and get started. Poor thing. Her life will never be the same.” she said as she walked away.
Sylvia looked at Rita walking away and she had a feeling that her new partner was having doubts. She knew it took a certain amount of ruthlessness to do something like this and figured she should be the first one to capture someone and take them away. She stood up from her table and headed towards the young lady. When she approached, she saw there were two other women, and they all looked young. Her eyes looked onto the blond woman and wanted to be cordial. “Good evening, ladies. Are you all having fun?” she asked.
The young target looked at Sylvia and smiled. She noticed the woman was staring at her a lot and it made her blush. “Yes, we are! This place is fantastic! Do you work here?” she asked.
“Hehehe No, I do not. I was just here enjoying myself. I looked over and saw you three ladies having a good time and I haven’t seen you here before. Is this your first night?” Sylvia asked. She loved how easy these ladies were speaking with her and they all looked so young and vibrant. She wondered if kidnapping all three would be possible. The blond was accompanied by two other brunettes, and she remembered that there needed to be a variety of sex slaves for buyers to choose from. She figured she would capture the blond first. Because if all three were taken, it would be more noticeable, and she didn’t want the town to panic so quickly.
“Yes, it is! We were always nervous about being here, but we kept hearing good things. The dancers are amazing.” the blond answered. She glanced over at the stage and Diane was finishing her routine. She loved the sexy outfit and the energy she brought.
“Welcome. I know I probably should have the staff welcome you, but I like to see young ladies having a good time here. The men dominate this room, so when I see pretty young ladies, I kind of want to meet them. You know, so that we can all feel comfortable in a sea of men. Hehehehe What is your name?” Sylvia asked. She liked how the conversation was flowing, and she just could not take her eyes off the blond. She was very pretty, and she glanced down at her chest. The leather vest covered the chest well, but she could tell she had ample bosom. Her mind imagined what they looked like naked, and she felt a tingle between her legs.
“My name is Alice. This is Debbie, and that is Roxanne. What is your name?” Alicia asked, then reached out her hand for a handshake.
“Sylvia. My name is Sylvia, and it is a pleasure to meet you all.” Sylvia responded, then shook the hand. A thrill went through her body when she felt how soft the hand was. She looked down and saw that smooth skin, those long fingers and the perfectly trimmed natural nails. She really started to wonder how soft this woman was all over her body. She determined that this lady would be the first sex slave to capture. She would surely fetch a high price. “Now, how about this, ladies? Let me buy you drinks. It is your first night and you should have so much fun!” she offered.
“Hehehe thank you! But I am not old enough to drink. I am only 18 years old and so are they. I wish I could, but I don’t want to get in trouble.” Alice responded, then felt shy. She wished she could drink, because so many older friends loved alcohol, but she did not want to get into trouble at an establishment. She did drink while alone with friends but figured she couldn’t purchase it here.
“You’re only 18 huh? That’s such a nice age. How about this? I will buy the drinks, and then…..well, let’s just say no one has to know and technically you did not buy it. It is on me. Just one drink though. Hehehe It will be our secret.” Sylvia offered and then smiled at the group. She could see how excited they looked, and she knew she had just set her trap.
“Ok!!! Well, we accept. Thank you, Sylvia!” Alice said with a huge smile. She felt excited that this woman was taking a liking to her group. She thought she was really pretty, and it was good to be watched by someone in a place like this.
“I will be right back!” Sylvia said, then turned around and walked away. She had a look of satisfaction on her face because her trap was set and now, she wanted to get her hands on Alice. She approached the bar and saw Marge. She got closer to her and smiled. “Hey, I found our first target. Blond sitting over there with her friends. She is 18 years old, and very yummy looking. We should take her. Ready?” she asked.
Marge looked over at Alice and could see how pretty she looked. She looked like the type she would rob in the backroom and have her way with her. She felt a little weird because that young lady was really starting life as an adult and now, she would be doomed to spend the rest of her life as a sex slave. It was part of the deal, and she knew she had to go through with it. Plus, it would be fun, and she was going to make a lot of money. She looked back at Sylvia and saw that smirk on her face. There was a ruthlessness about her and it made her a little scared of her. “Ok. That sounds like a plan. I thought about something. I remember our conversation earlier about the use of the potion. When we spike drinks, we pour a certain amount in there. It is not a lot, but enough so that the victim doesn’t notice it. For this one, how about I pour even less? Like a drop of two. It should increase her sensitivity and lust, but maybe not so much of the brain fog. She would remember everything.” she told her.
“Hmmm….let’s do it. I do like the effects of the potion, but I do want them to remember the nightmare they will go through. Ok, give me the drinks and I will give them to all of them. Then, when the show ends, we can have Ingrid follow her home and subdue her. Then we can go pick her up and head over to the facility. We don’t need everyone. It can just be me, Ingrid and someone else. Would you like to go?” Sylvia asked.
“Hmmmm….I like that. I do want to see how we torture these women, but I think I will sit it out. You can take Rita. I also thought of another plan. Those young ladies are having a good time right now. How about we take care of the entire group? I can take them all backstage, and we can capture all three. The two brunettes will be robbery victims and poor Alice will be a sex slave. That way we do not have to break into any homes and reduce the risk of being caught.” Marge offered. She felt a little horny herself and looking at the two pretty brunettes got her juices flowing. She also figured that if the women were all located in this building, it would be much easier to capture them and send Alice off to the facility.
“I like that idea. Very smart thinking. Marge, you are going to be really good at this. I am glad you can think ahead because I am not going to be here forever, and this trafficking ring needs to continue. Once I capture Deputy Darby, I am going back to Greece. What I should do after we play with Alice, is to introduce you to my employer in Mexico, Priscilla Montenegro. That way you form a partnership with her, and she is also the one who pays you.” Sylvia replied. She liked that idea of using this business to capture sex slaves. It was the perfect cover. She was also happy to find someone to take charge after she left. It was critical that the trafficking ring was managed by someone in the United States because she didn’t plan to operate the ring. Her role was to set it up and capture Darby. She then saw the drinks being prepared. She watched as Marge poured two drops into Alice’s drink, and then the normal amount in the other glasses. She then took the tray of drinks and headed over to the table. She saw those young ladies and felt good inside that their first night of having fun at this show would turn out to be a lasting nightmare. She made it to the table and smiled. “Ok ladies, I got the drinks! I also wanted to let you know that I told the owner of the show that this was your first night here, and she wanted to take you all backstage after the show so you can meet all the dancers!” she told them.
“Are you serious? We are going to go backstage?! This is unbelievable! What a night his will be!” Alice said with excitement in her voice. She took a glass that was handed to her from Sylvia and once her friends got their drinks, they all toasted one another. She always looked forward to visiting this place and it was already the greatest experience. She started to drink and loved the taste. She was feeling really happy and wanted to let herself go. She kept noticing that Sylvia was staring at her a lot, and she felt a little shy, but also a little turned on. Sylvia was a very attractive woman, and she wondered if she was into girls. That was something she had thought about doing, but never actually tried it.
“Yes, I think this will be a night that none of you will ever forget! Cheers!” Sylvia told the group and watched them start to drink. She could not wait until the show ended. This was going to be a fun caper. She figured that she might have to knock them all unconscious backstage then take Alice away. She still liked the idea of partnering with Ingrid and Rita to torture this woman. Ingrid was very good at torturing others from her criminal career as a thief, but she did wonder about Rita’s skills. It would be the first time she worked with her, and she hoped she was talented. She knew Marge was very good because she did see her tormenting some woman when she introduced herself to this group and made that offer after capturing Ingrid. Now, it was just a matter of time before these young ladies were captured, and the night was going to be a lot of fun. She stared at Alice and imagined her naked. She really hoped she was ticklish, and that the minimal amount of potion increased her sensitivity. She then sat at the table with the ladies and engaged in their conversation. She smiled at them knowing that their future was just about to happen.
LATER THAT EVENING
“Mmmmm……mmmm…..” Alice groaned as she started to come to. Her head was feeling groggy, and she felt like she had been asleep for days. Her eyes started to flutter open, and she was still in an awakening daze. She tried to move her body, then realized that she couldn’t. She tried to move her arms to her face, but they would not budge. This made her awaken quickly and then she looked over at her left arm. She saw it above her head and looked up and saw that her wrist was tied down with some rope. She tried to pull, but it would not move. Then she tried to use her right hand to help, but that hand would not move at all. Her eyes went towards her right wrist, and she saw the rope around it. Now she started to panic and noticed that not even her legs could move. She looked down towards her legs and then she felt like her heart stopped. She could see her bra and underwear, and the tops of her socked feet. There were ropes around her ankles and her legs were spread wide. Fear struck her body, and she started to try and squirm. She noticed that she seemed to be inside some sort of room. It had wooden walls and nothing else. She saw a few chairs and discovered she was resting on some sort of table. Alice had no idea where she was. The last thing she remembered was going into the backroom of the burlesque showroom with her two friends and then she blacked out. “W-Where am I? Help! Is anyone here? Where am I?” she shouted in a panic.
“Hehehee you are safe…..” a voice called out.
“EEEK!!!” Alice screamed when she heard that voice. She looked around and could not see anyone there. She really started to get scared because she was tied down and could not move. What also unnerved her was the fact that her clothes were missing. “HELP ME!!!! HELP MEEEEE!!!” she screamed.
“Hehehe scream all you want, no one can hear you.” the voice continued.
Alice started to feel her heart racing because whoever that voice belonged to must have done this to her. She had no idea what they wanted or why she was here. “Who are you? Why do you have me tied up? Where are my clothes?” she asked in rapid succession.
“I am your worst nightmare. I want you here so I can play with you and get you ready for the rest of your life, and your clothes are nearby. I think you still have too many clothes on now, but that will change in due time. Hehehe” the voice called out, then started to walk out of the shadows near Alice’s head.
Alice felt a streak of fear coursing through her body. The way that voice answered those questions frightened her to her core. Those answers sounded very threatening and now she was fearful of her life. She had no idea what was meant by getting her ready for the rest of her life. She also didn’t understand what playing with her meant and the fact this voice said she should be naked terrified her. Then she saw something coming near her head and when she looked up, she saw a scary looking mask and she couldn’t help but scream in terror. “AAAAAAAHHHHHHH! WHO ARE YOU??!!!” she screamed.
“Hehehehe someone that is going to have lots of fun with you! I am the beginning. I have others that will finish you. But first, I get to play with that pretty body of yours.” Ingrid said as she then moved towards the chest area on the right-hand side and now saw Alice’s face. She really liked the face and thought it was really pretty. She loved the innocence of the face, and that long blond hair really stood out. When they captured Alice in the backroom, she was thrilled when Sylvia said she could play with her first. She had been hoping to play with some sex slaves and since Alice was the very first one, she felt incredibly honored. She also wanted to wear her mask because she knew that it would scare these victims. She also knew that she didn’t have to worry if her identity was discovered because Alice was not going to be freed. She was surely going to be sold off and never seen or heard from again.
Alice was absolutely stunned. This masked person was looking at her and when she heard that her body was going to be played with, she immediately started to panic. She tried to move around in her bondage, but she was tied very tight. There wasn’t a lot of wiggle room, and she was completely helpless. She did notice that her body seemed a bit sensitive. Her nerve endings were tingling and if she wasn’t mistaken, she felt some lust building. It wasn’t very strong, but she could still feel it. “Why have you done this to me? I-I didn’t do anything to you!” she asked with fear.
“You did do something to me and my friends. You look pretty. That was what doomed you. We have got plans for you. Fun plans!” Ingrid teased. She saw the body fidgeting around and she wanted to test the sensitivity. She was told that there were only two drops of the potion inside the victim’s body, so she wondered if the sensitivity would still be there. Alice was their test case, and she was anxious to find out. She then moved her right hand towards the stomach and placed it on there. She felt the body jump and now it was time to test her. She started to lightly flutter her fingers across the skin, and she saw the body moving around. “Such a pretty girl you are. You are perfect everywhere. I bet when we see you naked, we will all be very impressed.” she teased.
“Naked??? W-Why are you doing this to me? Please! You have to stop this! I am really scared.” Alice asked as the notion of being naked frightened her. She was also very concerned that there was going to be more than one person. She noticed this masked person was short. She noticed that the hands were small and dainty and she wondered if this was a woman doing this to her. She felt those fingers lightly fluttering on her stomach and her body started to react. She wasn’t sure if it was being done on purpose, but it felt like it tickled. She knew this attacker couldn’t be trying to tickle her, so she held in any potential giggles.
“You’re scared? Good! I want you to be scared, Alice! Because if you are scared now, I can’t wait to see your reaction to this. You have a new career! When we are done with you, you are going to be a SEX SLAVE!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Ingrid told her as she stopped her finger fluttering. It was time to get Alice’s mind in a panic, so when she was tickle tortured, everything would seem much worse.
Alice heard those words and everything in her world stopped. Her mind was trying to comprehend what was just told to her. This masked woman who tied her down nearly naked just said that she was going to be a sex slave. She thought she didn’t hear that correctly and looked at the woman. “What? A sex slave?” she asked in a stunned voice.
“Yes!!! You are going to be a fuck toy to whoever purchases you! You will be sold, and no one who knows you will ever see you again! Hahahahaha” Ingrid told her. She could see the shock on Alice’s face and knew the poor woman was going to be very scared and very emotional. If there was any increased sensitivity from that potion, then her life was about to get miserable.
Alice’s mind absorbed those words. They were clear and the realization of what they meant started to sink in. She was being kidnapped and was going to be sold to someone and become a sex slave. The mere thought of that life blew her mind away and now, the terror really set in. Her emotions started to get rolling and she screamed in terror, and she felt the urge to cry. “WHAT??!!! NOOOOO!!!! DON’T DO THAT TO ME!!! I DON’T WANT TO BE A SEX SLAVE!!! I DON’T WANT THAT!!! PLEASE!!! LET ME GO!!! LET ME GO!!!” she screamed in absolute terror.
“Hehehehe yes, sweet Alice. Someone is going to fill your holes, and you are going to make them really happy. Now, I can see that you are scared. How about I make you feel better? You know what always helps? Laughter. I think you should laugh.” Ingrid teased, then started to lightly stroke up and down the stomach area. She felt the belly immediately quivering and she knew the moment had arrived.
Alice continued to scream in terror as the idea of her becoming a sex slave horrified her. Then she felt fingers stroking her belly and suddenly, she felt this incredible urge to start laughing. She couldn’t believe she was being tickled at this moment, which was by far the worst moment of her entire young life. “hehehehe what are you hehehehe doing??” she giggled.
“Hmmmm….what do we have here? Is pretty little Alice…..ticklish? I like that.” Ingrid taunted, then started to move her fingers a little faster across the skin. She could feel how smooth and soft the belly was and was delighted. She moved her fingers towards the top of the stomach and then slowly drifted them down across the stomach and headed towards the cute innie belly button. She started to realize that the potion must have had an effect because she was already laughing after being told she was going to be a sex slave. When her fingers got close to the navel, she could tell the ticklishness was getting worse.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA HEY!!! DON’T TICKLE ME!!!!” Alice screamed as she felt those fingers tickling her stomach. She had always been a ticklish person throughout her very young life. She would often get into tickle fights with her friends and usually end up losing because she was the most ticklish one. She even had a small tickle fight before she came to the burlesque show as her friends held her down and tickled her stomach for a few seconds before leaving. It was always a playful event for her. But at the moment, it was horrible. She seemed more ticklish than normal and that concerned her. It was as though her nerves were extra responsive, and she couldn’t understand why. She couldn’t even move her limbs, and her stomach was completely vulnerable. She also realized that without her clothes, a lot of her ticklish skin was exposed. She felt the fingers getting closer to her belly button and she really started to panic.
“Hehehe Alice is a ticklish little thing! Hehehehe I love the sound of your laughter. It sounds so cute!” Ingrid teased as she continued to tickle the stomach area. She had a hunch that the navel was going to be really ticklish, so she wanted to prolong the mental game. Her fingers danced all around that area, trying to avoid tickling too close. She wanted the threat of tickling the navel to be on Alice’s mind to torment her even more. Her fingers then went side to side, sweeping across the stomach and noticing the laughter was getting stronger. “Kitchy kitchy koo!!! That’s right pretty Alice, keep laughing for me. This is just the beginning. I am going to make sure I tickle ALL of your body. Hehehe” she continued to taunt.
Alice still could not believe she was being tickled at the moment. This attacker was hard to figure out because she was tied up and they wanted to tickle her? It also felt a little embarrassing as the fingers continued to stroke her very ticklish skin. She desperately tried to pull at her binds, but they were stuck. She always was a squirmer when she was tickled and being unable to move was driving her crazy. She wanted to twist her body, but she was stuck. She wanted to kick her legs, but they were stuck. She looked at the masked woman and could not see her facial expressions. It was a scary thought that this woman was enjoying what she was doing. It was also terror in her head because the intent was to make her a sex slave. She only had sex one time, and that was with some boy she knew, and they experimented with each other. She was already getting desperate and hoped her begging would find some helpful ears. “HAHAHAHAHAHA STOP THIS!!! I CAN’T HAHAHAHA TAKE IT!!” she screamed.
“You can take it! It is just a little tickle tickle! I haven’t even really tickled you yet! Your cute tummy is a lot of fun! Mind if I do…..this?” Ingrid teased, then started to run all ten fingers all over the belly. They moved in an unpredictable pattern, and she loved the reaction she was getting. She could see that ticklish terror in Alice’s eyes and then watched with glee as the head was shaking all around. The long blond hair started to fly around, and she truly enjoyed that. She wished she could have perhaps broken into Alice’s house and robbed her, but this was a lot more fun. The mission here was to break her will. To make her docile. When she robbed people, she just wanted jewelry. Now, she could torture to her heart’s content.
Sylvia watched the tickle torture from a nearby distance. She was in the shadows of the room, hiding in the same place Ingrid was when she entered into Alice’s view. The lighting was designed like this on purpose. There was just a spotlight on the table area from a few lanterns hanging above, and the rest of the room was darkened. She discussed with Marge that they should kidnap the sex slaves at night, that way they could have the advantage of using light or darkness. It would also help that no one was around to hear the screams. She watched as Ingrid was tickling poor Alice and even taunting her. She loved how Alice reacted to learning she was going to be a sex slave. The terror that Alice felt was a good thing. She was happy to see that the effects of the potion seemed to be working, and the victim so far was not demonstrating brain fogginess. She wouldn’t know for sure until she got to play with Alice. Sylvia then turned to her right and looked at Rita. They were both inside the room to play with Alice and were awaiting their turn. “Looks like Ingrid is having a good time. Hehehe” she giggled.
UP NEXT: Alice suffers and La Diabla finds a target
Ok fans, how did you like this chapter? It was an emotional one because you know La Diabla feels pure hatred, evil, and sadness over this situation. She has no choice. This will shape her journey for the rest of this entire series. You will see the outlaw like never before. She endures a lot and we will see if she makes sacrifices and what it does to her. I hope you enjoy this story and by the time it ends, you will have such a larger picture on who La Diabla is as a person. Your comments are most appreciated and encouraged!
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