Ok fans, time for another chapter in this epic series! Things are starting to fall into place, and this adventure is really starting to get under way. I hope you are excited about upcoming events, as the outlaw goes through her emotional journey, and the others also go through their own ordeals. I am really looking forward to presenting how this all turns out. I hope by the end of this 22 chapter series, you will have emotions towards the characters involved. I love how this series turns out, and I hope you do the same. Let's get to the next chapter! As always, your comments are encouraged and most welcomed!
PART 5
Rita looked at Ingrid, tormenting Alice and she was amazed. She never got to really see Ingrid in action when she wore that mask. She liked the idea of the mask because it would terrorize the victims. Now, she could see how talented her friend was in tickle torture. She had witnessed Ingrid tickling someone before, but that was backstage with all the other dancers. She saw how the fingers were stroking all over the stomach and she was curious if the effects of the potion kicked in. There was such a tiny amount, and she hoped it did have some effect. She heard Sylvia talking to her and she turned to her left and looked at the beautiful assassin. It was still surreal that the same woman that accompanied Mandy on that one night was now here with her, and they were operating a sex trafficking ring for a woman that was in Mexico. She still had mixed emotions about the whole thing because she felt bad that someone that looked as innocent as Alice was doomed forever to be someone’s sex toy. She was so young. She was only 18 years old and had her whole life ahead of her. Now, she was doomed to this miserable life. She saw that grin on Sylvia’s face, and she nodded her head. “Yeah, she is. She truly loves tickling people. She is very good at it too. Hehe” she responded.
“I can’t wait to touch her myself. I like how she tickles her tummy. I bet she is really ticklish everywhere. She also has the cutest laugh.” Sylvia said with a smile. She saw the blond hair whipping around and those cute sounds of laughter echoing throughout the room. She could wait to torture the young woman and break her soul.
“Hehehe She does.” Rita responded in agreement. She knew that Sylvia wanted to tickle her, but she wondered what her role would be. Three women tickling Alice seemed like too much for one victim. She would like to tickle her, but also knew Sylvia wanted to torment her. “So, what will I do with her?” she asked.
Sylvia watched as Ingrid continued to tickle the stomach area and loved those sweet giggles. She heard Rita asking her what her role was, and she smiled. She looked at her and winked. “Simple, after I finish shaving her pussy and making her cum, you will help Ingrid tickle her. The feelings will be so overwhelming for her, especially after orgasm.” she advised.
“You are really going to make her cum, huh? That will be an interesting moment. She looks so young, so innocent. She probably hasn’t been touched much, let alone touched by another woman.” Rita said. She shivered a little as a high pitch scream echoed throughout the room.
“That is even better. Once a buyer finds out she is pristine with her sexual activities, the higher the price we can charge him. They really love that. They want to be the ones to defile the slaves.” Sylvia grinned. She heard another high-pitched squeal and looked at what Ingrid was doing. It appeared she was now playing with the belly button
Ingrid had her fingers inside the belly button and was spinning them around as fast as she could. She loved how sensitive Alice was there and continued to spin her fingers. Her eyes looked down at the navel and could see her fingers in motion. She also noticed how pink the skin was around the stomach. She had worked so much on that stomach with her fingers and now the skin was paying a price. She wondered how much torture Alice could take. She also had no idea if she was feeling extra ticklish or this was her normal level. Marge had asked her to report back to see if the two drops of the potion were effective. She then giggled to herself when she figured she could simply ask Alice. She stopped spinning her fingers and took them out of the belly button. She waited a few moments for the poor lady to catch her breath. “Hey Alice, I got a question to ask you.” she said.
Alice started to breathe again after that tickling attack. She still could not believe this was happening to her and it really started to weigh on her spirit. She was trapped, half naked and was going to be a sex slave. She was being tickled tortured and didn’t even know why she had to endure that. She felt her body temperature being high, and she could feel herself starting to sweat. That navel tickling was pretty bad, and it was worse because she could not move her body. She was trying her best to get air back into her lungs and then she heard those words. She looked at her masked attacker and prayed this was over. “Please….let me go. I-I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be a sex slave. You have to let me go. Please, I am begging you to let me go. This is torture!” she pleaded.
“I know. That’s what makes it fun. Now, back to what I was saying. I have a question for you.” Ingrid told her, then started to softly caress the palm of her hand over the belly area. She wanted to help soothe Alice and make her feel a little relaxed. That would help in torturing her again because it would be unexpected. She noticed the body started to flinch from this simple touch and she smiled.
Alice felt really nervous when the hand started to softly sweep across her stomach. For some reason it started to tickle, which made no sense to her. It wasn’t a strong tickle to get her to laugh hysterically, but it was enough to make her feel uncomfortable. She felt her feet waving around and she still tried in a futile effort to get her limbs free. She looked at the masked woman and wondered what she was going to be asked. “W-What…..hehe….do you want to ask me?” she asked nervously and realized a slight giggle game out.
Ingrid heard the little giggle, and it appeared that she may have answered her own question, but she still wanted to engage with this pretty woman and have some fun. She paused her belly stroking and looked directly into her eyes. “My question is, do you feel more ticklish? More than you normally are?” she asked.
Alice was confused by that question. This strange woman wanted to know if she was extra ticklish or not. It seemed like a trap designed to get her to admit just how ticklish she was. This person was already tickling her and now she could be playing mind games with her. She did feel more ticklish than she usually would but wondered why there was such an interest other than wanting to make her suffer. “I-I have always have been really ticklish.” she answered.
“I can guess that, silly. But are you MORE ticklish it seems?” Ingrid asked. She then looked at those vulnerable ribs and figured that was her next target.
“I-I guess so. I mean, you are clearly torturing me, and I seem more ticklish than when my friends do it.” Alice answered honestly. She figured she was more ticklish now because she was being tortured, and nothing more unusual. She was a little confused that she felt a little arousal, but dismissed it being related.
Ingrid looked at Alice and wondered if the potion was taking affect. The answers she got were typical. Someone could feel more ticklish when it was under duress. She experienced that herself when Sylvia captured her and tickled her all over. She then remembered the other side effects of the potion and figured she would check something. She reached her hands forward and grabbed the top of the bra cup on the right breast. With a quick pull down of the cup, she managed to expose the right nipple. Her eyes grew wide with excitement as she saw that small bright pink nipple. It looked absolutely amazing, and she felt her own lust growing. Her eyes then noticed something. The nipple was very stiff and now it was possible that this victim was aroused. She let go of the bra cup, which covered the nipple again and she started to giggle. “Oohh! Hehehehe you have a very cute nipple! I like that! And I think you like me! I think you like what I am doing to you because your nipple was so stiff! Alice, are you turned on right now? Hehehe” she teasingly asked.
Alice was in a state of shock when she felt her bra cup get pulled down and her right breast was exposed. That was such a helpless and humiliating feeling. No one, except for that one boy, had ever seen her naked breasts. She was absolutely shocked that her nipple was exposed and after hearing her tormentor’s words, she realized that she was a lot more aroused than she thought. She noticed that her nipples were indeed very stiff, and she was puzzled. She was not attracted to this person. She couldn’t even see their face. She suspected it was a woman doing this to her, but without seeing the face, this could really be an ugly man or woman. Her brain started to spin because she was confused why she was getting horny. “Y-You saw m-my nipple!” she said in shock.
“Hehehe yes! I saw your nipple! It is really cute! I will see more of it later! Now, back to my question. Do you feel turned on right now? Don’t lie! Your nipple tells a story!” Ingrid teased. She could see Alice blushing and that got her excited. She really wanted to tease the young woman and get her body even more sensitive.
Alice didn’t know how to respond. She did feel some arousal in her body, but she felt incredibly embarrassed. That masked woman exposed her nipple and was continuing to point it out that her nipples were stiff. She felt incredibly shy at the moment, and she wished she could just dig a hole, jump in it and just bury herself. “Please….leave me alone.” she whimpered.
“Awwww….poor Alice is shy right now. Let me make you feel better! I can do one of two things. I could either make you laugh, or make you moan. Which do you prefer?” Ingrid asked. She started to really get excited because she was going to touch that body once more. She really wanted to tickle the life out of her, but the thought of sexually teasing her would be just as fun.
Alice heard that offer and she shivered. Neither option sounded good for her, and she was reaching a panic. Then, something dawned on her. She didn’t notice it till now, but this attacker knew her name. She never said her name to her, so how would this attacker know who she was? She wondered if this person was stalking her, which would make it all the scarier. “H-How do you know my name?” she asked with nervousness in her voice.
Sylvia stepped out of the shadows once she heard that question. She figured it was time to reveal herself and start to participate in the torture of the young woman. She made eye contact with Ingrid and then she smiled. “Because I told her your name….” she said with a cold voice.
Alice gasped when she heard another voice in the room. It was bad enough this masked woman was here, but now there was someone else! This was not going well for her and her heart started to beat much faster. There was some relief that it was a woman’s voice she heard, but she was still trapped, and she was still being tortured. “W-Who said that? How do you know my name?” she called out.
Sylvia then stepped to the left side of Alice’s body and looked down at her. She could see that very pretty face, and that long blond hair was already a mess. She loved the fear in her eyes and what really gave her a thrill was that she could see in Alice’s eyes that she recognized her. “Remember me?” she asked with a sinister smile.
Alice’s jaw dropped when she saw the other person coming into her view. She looked to her left and saw a familiar face. It was the same woman she met at the burlesque show! She was in total shock that the woman was here and then it dawned on her. That same woman planned to do this to her. That could be the only explanation. Now she really felt fear and tried to struggle in her bonds. “YOU??? H-HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME? You were so nice….” she said with panic in her voice, then started to sound very scared.
“I am nice! I did enjoy speaking to you and your friends. When I first laid eyes on you, I knew you were going to be special. My friend here is having fun with you, and so will I. You will make such a great sex slave! You are so pretty that you are going to command a very high price! Hell, I bet my employer in Greece might make you part of his harem. You really do have a sweet body on you.” Sylvia told her as she looked over Alice’s body again. She saw those fearful blue eyes of her victim and knew she had already destroyed her mind. Now it was time to destroy her body and her will.
Alice felt the urge to cry when she realized this woman kidnapped her on purpose. Hearing that she was going to be a sex slave again broke her heart. She didn’t think she deserved to be a sex slave as she never bothered anyone. She was happy being 18 years old and wanted to start to make a life for herself. Now, she truly regretted going to the burlesque show. That visit may have ruined her life forever. Then she started to worry about her friends. Was it possible they could also be in this same location? Could they also be in danger of being sex slaves? “What did you do to my friends? Did you take them too? Why are you doing this to us?” she asked with fear.
“Hehehe no, we just took YOU. Your friends are safe, I think. I don’t really care. I wanted you. You are the prettiest in that group, so you will definitely be a nice price tag. Now, I am tired of you being scared. You sound pathetic. I think I need to hear you be happy! I need you to sound cheerful. No one likes a crying slave. So, let’s continue the festivities, shall we?” Sylvia taunted. She loved how scared Alice was and now it was time to torture her again. She nodded her head to Ingrid and looked forward to watching this pretty blond scream her head off.
Ingrid smiled under her mask as it was time to torture Alice again. She looked at those vulnerable ribs and then planted her fingers on each ribcage and started to gently press into them. She wanted to make sure they all fit within the “grooves” of the ribs and draw out the worst ticklish sensation. “Tickle tickle” she teased.
Alice felt fingers pressing into her ribcage and it caught her off guard. She was very ticklish on her ribs, and she immediately started to scream in laughter. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOO NOT THERE!!!!!!” she screamed.
Sylvia laughed when she heard that hysterical laughter and could see the look of ticklish anguish on Alice’s face. She loved the way the eyes were bulging, and the mouth was wide open, with the most beautiful laughter pouring out. She thought about how much fun they had torturing Phoebe, and now they were torturing this poor young woman. She looked over at Ingrid’s tickling fingers and it looked as though she was playing the piano with the way the fingers were moving. That greatly amused her, and she wanted to see more of it. She was surprised how much she started to like Ingrid. The small woman really had a knack and personality for this type of torture. She could see why she was so effective as the Tickling Thief. She was really enjoying her company and hoped they could have lots of fun while she was still in the Western Hemisphere. Even though she tortured her when they first met, she has been nothing but fun since then. “What song are you playing on her ribs?” she grinned.
Ingrid heard Sylvia’s question, and she giggled. She then thought of a tune in her head and really started to press her fingers into the ribs. She wanted to be careful not to do it too hard because it could cause pain. This was about tickling Alice, not hurting her. She then looked back and Sylvia smiled under her mask. “I am playing Beethoven’s 5th! Hahahaha” she joked.
Alice continued to scream in ticklish agony as she felt those fingers moving all over her ribs. This was the worst part about being tickled. She could not move at all. When she got into a tickle fight with a friend a couple of weeks ago, she could at least wrestle her and get a few tickles in herself. But now, these women had her completely helpless and she couldn’t do anything but laugh. She could hear them bantering with each other and that made everything so much worse. They were laughing at her agony. They wanted to ruin her life by making her a sex slave. She had no idea why she was even feeling horny. This was the worst day of her life, and she wished she could just pass out, so she didn’t have to suffer anymore. That hope faded when she felt some squeezes at the bottom of her ribcage. That was a very sensitive spot, and she couldn’t help but scream. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOT THERE!!! HAHAHAHA NOT THERE!!!!” she roared.
Rita still remained in the shadows and witnessed everything that was happening. Poor Alice was definitely suffering and there would be no escape for her. There would be no release, and there would be no brain fog. The poor young lady was going to remember this for the rest of her life. She wondered how Marge and the others were faring with Alice’s friends. When they rendered each of the girls unconscious, she did watch them strip the two others naked and start to tie them up. She could already guess they probably had orgasms by now. The difference between them and Alice was that the others would be going home. Naked, but home. Alice was going to end up naked but not going home. That still bothered her a little and she wondered if she could avoid this type of operation. It was her turn now, but she did look forward to just performing the other crimes. Ingrid appeared to enjoy herself, and she knew Marge would enjoy this. This just felt strange to her. She shuddered when she heard another high-pitched squeal coming from April. “Poor thing. She doesn’t stand a chance.” she thought to herself.
Sylvia loved that horrific shriek that came from Alice’s mouth. She had started to softly run the fingers of her right hand across the left exposed armpit. She wanted to start touching Alice’s body. She could see how ticklish she was and wanted to join in. She could feel the stubble on the armpit and knew she would have to shave that. She remembered Priscilla’s trademark and that there really shouldn’t be any hair on their slaves’ body, except for their head of hair. She looked at the underwear and looked forward to shaving that mound. Her eyes went back to the armpit, and she circled her fingertips across the outside circumference of the pit. She noticed how sensitive it was when she was on the inside edge. She looked at Alice’s face and the poor girl’s skin was red from all the screaming and laughing. Sylvia zipped her fingers across the surface of the armpit and heard another delightful squeal. She couldn’t help but smile. Alice’s laugh was infectious, and she loved how she was responding to her touch. She started to drum her fingertips in the armpit, and she could feel the body vibrating. She looked over at Ingrid who was now softly running her fingertips over the ribs, which was surely driving the victim crazy. “She sure is a screamer. I think our additive worked. I think she is naturally ticklish, but she seems more responsive. What do you think?” she asked Ingrid.
Ingrid heard the question and contemplated it. She continued to lightly stroke her fingers across the skin on the ribs and truly enjoyed the hysterical laughter. “You know, I think you might be right. I think she is naturally sensitive, but she does seem a little extra, right? Plus, her nipples were REALLY stiff, so I bet she is turned on. I bet her pussy is marinating for us right now. Hehehe” she joked.
Hehehe I think you are right. I think her pussy juices are simmering, ready for our meal later. Hmmm…..I know her armpit is ticklish, but what do you think will happen if I tickle them both at the same time? Think her head will explode?” Sylvia teasingly asked.
“I think so. Hey, let’s find out. You tickle both her armpits at the same time, and I will tickle both sides of her ribs at the same time. Let’s see if she completely loses her mind. Let’s push her right to the edge and let her dangle from there.
Alice felt extremely nervous as the tickling paused for a moment and heard the two women talking to each other. Her heart was racing, and her lungs were already burning. That rib tickling was devastating to her and she really wished they would stop trying to torture her. She looked over at Sylvia and watched as she talked to the hooded figure. She wondered how they knew each other. She then heard them saying she would lose her mind and then suddenly, she saw both of them looking at her. That frightened her to her core, and she started to fidget in her bonds. “W-What are you two going to do me? Come on, let me go! I-I don’t want this! Please…I am begging you!” she pleaded.
Sylvia smirked at Alice and then used her right hand to slowly pet the top of Alice’s head. She loved it when her victims were frightened. It made the torture a lot more fun for her. “You poor, pretty thing. You still have some fight left in you. Well, I think we need to take care of that. Alice, I want to warn you. You are going to suffer. You will feel such intensity in your body. You will probably wish for death, but I won’t let you die. I can honestly say, I am really going to love hearing you scream your pretty little head off.” she threatened.
Alice’s eyes went wide when she heard those ominous words and started to tug at her arms and her legs. She wanted to escape before something really bad happened to her. The sound of Sylvia’s voice really got to her and now she saw her two hands headed her way. Then fingers plunged into her armpits and at the same times he felt fingers pressing into her ribs. The sheer explosion of ticklish sensations tore right through her and she immediately screamed in laughter. “AAAAHHHHHHHNOOOOOOOOOO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH GAWD IT TICKLES!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP!!!! STOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPP!!!” she screamed.
“Hehehe yes, I am sure it does. We are going to tickle you and tickle you and tickle you and tickle you and we are never…….never……going to stop.” Sylvia told her with a hint of sadism in her voice. Her fingers started to dig a little deeper into the pits and she saw that look of sheer anguish on Alice’s face. She saw her writhing around as much as possible and the sound of her laughter filled the entire facility. She used the pads of her fingertips to massage circles into the flesh. She could feel how tight they were and really loved this woman’s body. She watched as the head was rocking side to side, those white teeth glaring and those eyes shut tight. She felt a sense of calm as she listened to those screams. It soothed her knowing she was tormenting this young lady and wanted to break her will, then humiliate her. That would make her a great sex slave and wondered who would actually purchase her. She giggled to herself when she thought she might even bring her along with Darby back to Greece. She knew Christos’ tastes, and Thalia’s, and this pretty girl fit that description. She then looked at Ingrid and could see her fingers going to work on those vulnerable ribs.
Ingrid heard that maniacal laughter and she felt her nipples throbbing. There was something sweet about that laughter. She found those spots on the ribs that really sent powerful sensations throughout the body and wanted to keep pushing it. This style of tickling really suited her. She would get hapless women to give up their valuables, and now she could truly break their will. She wanted to see Alice suffer and her fingers did their best to make that happen. She rotated her fingers into the grooves of the ribs and heard that laughter increase. She wanted to make sure she did a great job, so that she could continue to play with the new sex slaves. She wanted to stand out and potentially become the new lead tormentor. Marge had to run a business, so she hoped that once Sylvia left after taking Deputy Darby, she would be here in charge of this facility, and she could play with the victims all the time. She was even curious about the employer of this operation. She heard the name Priscilla Montenegro and hoped to meet her one day. She also heard about Christos Andino and wanted to meet him too. Ingrid wanted to have more power and expand her own criminal activity. She loved Marge and she loved her fellow dancers, but now that she got a taste in this kind of action, she wanted more. She even considered the next time she robbed a woman in Plotsville to steal their jewels, she would kidnap them and bring them here. That would make her an even bigger legend in Plotsville. Her fingers continued to play with the ribs, and she moved them down to the lower ends of them. That seemed to be a hotspot, and she wanted to focus on there. She also noticed how much those breasts were moving. That was something she really looked forward to playing with.
Rita winced as she heard that high pitched laughter. Alice was really getting tormented, and she still had those mixed feelings. She loved watching women get tickled. It was very erotic to her and Alice was really pretty. But she still kept thinking about the sex slave part of it. She knew she shouldn’t feel this way but couldn’t help it. She even wondered if it was because she started to develop feelings for someone in Plotsville. She thought about Becky Lockhart, and she was really starting to like her. She wondered if she could have a love affair with her, but since Becky wanted to be a deputy, it would make little sense because of her criminal involvement with things. She thought about that cute face, and that gap between her teeth. She truly loved the sex they had with each other, and she loved how she was as a person. She wondered if she could get away from a life of crime, which included Marge and her criminal operation. She felt stuck and had to make the best of it. She still wondered exactly what she would be doing with Alice. Sylvia told her she would play with her while she got her pussy shaved, which would be humiliating for the young 18 year old. Rita looked over and could see the sheer look of joy on Sylvia’s face and even though Ingrid was wearing her mask, she knew her fellow dancer was enjoying herself. She imagined what it would be like for anyone to get tickled like that. There were victims they gang tickled, but this seemed so much worse. She took a deep breath and prayed Alice wouldn’t suffer too much.
Alice did not know where she was as she continued to scream as she felt her armpits being tickled, and her ribs. She felt extreme stress in her body, and she started to have trouble breathing. This was nonstop tickling. This was not the playful tickle fight kind of tickling; this was an all-out tickle torture moment. Her mind kept spinning wondering if she would ever survive this. She was getting exhausted and wondered if her body would just quit. It was such a terrible moment for her, and she started to slip into silent laughter. The feeling of hopelessness started to wash over her, and that devastated her mind.
Sylvia loved seeing how Alice was now in silent laughter. The tickle horror was still etched on Alice’s face and now she must have hit that moment when the tickling completely overwhelmed the victim. She loved these moments. It meant it was the beginning of the end for Alice. She was so young and couldn’t have had any strong willpower within her. She rotated her fingers a few more times in the armpits and figured it was time to give her a breather. The last thing she wanted to do was kill her, so it was time to let her breathe. It was an ironic thought in her head that she had to show mercy to victims, when she killed them as a career. But Christos mandated no killing, so she knew she had to let Alice breathe. She pulled her hands away from the armpits and then looked at Ingrid who was still squeezing and pressing into the ribs. She could see how that pale white skin now had pink marks all over the ribs. She loved how ruthless Ingrid was in her tickling, but she had to pull away her partner before Alice lost consciousness. “Ok, you can stop now. Hehehe She is out of air. Let’s let her breathe for a moment.” she told her.
“Awww…do I have to? Hehehe” Ingrid teased as she stopped her hands from continuing to tickle the helpless ribs. She understood why they had to stop, but she was truly enjoying herself. She looked over at Alice and could see how shiny her face was from all the tickling. She then started to hear her coughing and knew she must have been on the verge of passing out. She loved watching her body tremble as she tried to recover. She saw the chest heaving up and down and she loved watching those breasts move. The bra was still on, but she knew those were some large mounds. They looked to be a size C. When they finally tickled those breasts, she already knew that would surely shatter Alice’s will. The young lady was so innocent, and playing with her sexually would be the best torture ever.
Alice continued to cough as she tried to recover after that brutal tickling assault. The feeling of relief felt incredible as her armpits and ribs were finally free of those ticklish feelings. She did feel her body tingling, which surprised her because after getting tickled by friends, she would just recover and be fine. Now, her nerve endings were on fire, and she could still feel some arousal in her body. That messed up her mind because she wondered if somewhere down deep, she loved this situation. She wondered if she loved being tied down like a helpless damsel in distress and the evil people tortured her until Prince Charming arrived to rescue her. There were many thoughts running through her mind, and she really wished she could just be free, and go into her own bed and sleep. She hoped this would all be a nightmare and she would wake up and be safe and sound. She could hear herself breathing hard and she felt so hot within her body. She slowly opened her eyes and saw both Sylvia and the masked woman staring at her. This made her emotional because this was not a dream, but a cruel reality. Her body started to ache, and she was exhausted. She could feel her emotions rising and she really wanted to cry. “Please…..stop torturing me……Please…..you got to stop this. I don’t…..sniff….want this…..anymore.” she whimpered.
“Awwww……poor, poor Alice. I told you sweetie, we just started. We wanted you to get some air back in your lungs. We don’t want you to die! We still have plans for you. I know you think this is cruel, I know you think this is the worst thing to ever happen and well, you are correct, it is, but it will all be worthwhile. You are SO beautiful, and you will make someone very happy when they fill your holes. Now, as we let you catch your breath, we want to do something for you. You are surely uncomfortable, and I know when I am feeling that way, I just want to go home, sit down and take off my boots and socks. You know, relax my feet a little. I think we should do the same with you. We did take off your boots already, but I am sure those socks are making your feet very hot. We are going to take them off for you! I bet you have some cute feet too! Hehehe” Sylvia teased. She wanted to keep the pressure on Alice and break her soon. She knew playing with the girl’s feet would probably do a lot of damage to her and it would be a lot of fun. She saw the look in April’s eyes, and she felt her own nipples start to stiffen because that was the look of intense fear.
Alice heard that her socks were going to be removed and that made her freeze in terror. Her feet were always a weak spot. She purposely wore boots and socks all the time because she was shy about her feet, and that they were so sensitive. Even during tickle fights with her friends, she would vigorously fight them off whenever they tried to take her boots off. She knew that if these evil people got to her feet, she would surely suffer like never before. Her body was so tired, but the threat towards her feet gave her another jolt of energy. “No!!!!! Don’t!!! You can’t!! You can’t take my socks off! I AM BEGGING YOU!!! NOT MY FEET!!!!!” she screamed.
“Yes, your feet. What’s the matter with your feet? How come you don’t want us to look at them?” Sylvia teased, as she began to make her way towards the tied down left foot. She nodded her head to Ingrid to go to the right foot, so they could take her socks off.
Alice lifted her head and saw the two women by her feet. She wiggled both of her feet nervously because they were going to touch them. She already knew it was going to be horrible, and this was something she absolutely had to prevent with every fiber of her being. “No!!!! DON’T TOUCH THEM!!! I DON’T WANT YOU TO TOUCH THEM!” she begged.
“You still didn’t tell us why. My guess is that you think they are ugly or something. I doubt it. Everything is very beautiful on you. So, let’s get these socks off. I am sure your feet are hot right now.” Sylvia teased, then reached her hands forward and took the top of the gray sock and peeled it downward. She could see that very pale skin appearing and guessed that Alice didn’t go barefoot much. That excited her because the foot was probably going to be really soft and really sensitive. She looked at the panicked face of Alice and that motivated her more. The poor girl had her eyes wide open, and she was shaking her head vigorously. She heard how loud her voice was and she really started to feel tingles all over her body. She always loved this moment. When a victim’s worst nightmare was about to be exposed, she adored their reactions. The sock came off the heel and she looked down at the foot. She moved her body back slightly, so she could see the sole of the foot once the sock came off. She could see that light pink skin and she started to peel more of the sock. The foot was moving around wildly and that helped peel the sock off. She could see the arch of the foot, and loved how creamy it looked. It was a nice arch. It was an average design, and it looked so tender. The foot continued to wiggle, and she figured she should tease Alice. “For someone that doesn’t want us to look at her feet, you do realize you are helping the sock come off the more you wiggle your foot, right?” she teased.
Alice immediately stopped wiggling her foot when she heard those words. She could already feel the sock getting close to the ball of her foot and was stunned that her arch and heel were exposed. She only had her socks removed from her feet by another person once in her life, besides being a small child, which was her friend when they had an overnight stay with each other. She was so exhausted, and her friend made her comfortable. She never thought anything about that moment because nothing happened to her feet. But at this very moment, she knew her feet were in ticklish danger and that fear started to break her down. These two were going to torture her. They were going to make her suffer and she couldn’t do anything about it. Then she looked over to her right and saw the masked woman starting to peel down her sock. Now both her feet were in danger, and she panicked even more. “I BEG YOU!!!! DON’T DO THIS TO ME!!! DON’T DO THIS TO ME!! Why? Why?” she yelled, then started to get really emotional.
Ingrid got really excited when she heard that begging. The simple removing of the socks was already breaking this woman and that meant only one thing. The feet must have been extremely ticklish. She loved tickling women’s feet. She always looked forward to it whenever she broke into homes to steal jewelry. She peeled the sock off the leg area and now, it came off the heel. She could see that Sylvia had the left sock resting on the ball of the foot and she wanted to catch up. She already guessed that the two socks would be pulled off at the same time, which would send sheer terror through Alice’s body. She saw the very pale top of the foot and when she looked at the bottom of the foot, she could see that light pink flesh. That was a thrilling feeling because she loved it when the soles were pink. It always made the feet look really tender, and very ticklish. The sock then came off the arch and she loved how the light pink outside edge contrasted with the creamy skin of the arch. She noticed the foot was not moving at all, thanks to Sylvia telling the young lady that her constant foot wiggling was helping the sock come off. Now, she arrived at the spot where Sylvia was. The balls of the feet were left to be exposed, then the toes. She wondered what the toes looked like. She wondered if they would be pretty. The foot itself looked like an average size, most likely a 7. Alice was of average height, which was still taller than she was, but she was just an average woman that would make an excellent sex slave. She looked back at Sylvia who had the biggest smile on her face. “Shall we?” she asked.
“Yes, let’s continue.” Sylvia responded and winked. She then started to peel the sock off the ball of the foot and now that pink flesh appeared and she swooned. It looked really tender and didn’t appear to have any callouses. It made her wonder if this was a working woman, or she lived a much-pampered life. Plotsville had different types of people, most of them farmers and cattle hands. But there were also a lot of people working in stores around town. She was delighted that Alice’s body seemed flawless because as a sex slave, she had to be. The sock was now resting on the toes, and this was the moment of truth. She looked over at Ingrid and saw she also exposed the ball of the right foot. She then turned towards Alice and smiled. “Now, time for your toes!!!!!” she told her, then pulled the sock off exposing the digits.
Alice watched in horror and lost her breath. The socks came off her toes and now, both of her feet were naked. She looked at the tops of her feet, and her toes. She could see her neatly trimmed natural nails showing and she had no words. This was the moment she dreaded since they went down to her feet. She felt a little embarrassed because she didn’t like to show her feet to others, not even her friends. They would see them because they went swimming, but any chance she had, she would keep them covered. Her jaw dropped and she then laid her head back down on the table she was tied on. Her mind was spinning because she knew she was about to suffer a lot. Tears started to form in her eyes, and she prayed this was just a horrible nightmare. It was going to tickle, and it was going to tickle a lot.
Sylvia looked down and saw the naked toes of the left foot. She felt happiness inside her body because they looked so cute. They were a bit chubby, and medium length. The big toe was quite thick, and the rest of the toes descended in length. She could see some of the undersides of the toes, and they had a nice curl to them. The skin was pink on the pads, but creamy on the stems. She really liked the shape of the nails and couldn’t wait to touch this foot. “Oh my…..Alice, sweetie, you have some REALLY pretty feet here. You should be proud!” she teased.
Ingrid looked at the thick toes and felt a rush of sexual excitement in her body. She loved how they looked. She wanted to wrap her lips around that chunky big toe and just devour it. The foot was very nice looking and knowing that it was really ticklish made this moment even better. In a way, she wished she had discovered Alice earlier. She wished she had broken into her house, tied her up and tickled her before the trafficking ring was created. That would have been such a great moment. But the moment before her was even better. Now she could tickle this foot to her heart’s content because the objective was to break Alice. She started to do a little dance and felt really happy. “Yes, she has CUTE feet!!! I want it! I want to tickle her silly!” she said with great excitement.
“Hehehe you are too funny. Rest assured we will have some fun with her feet. I hope she realizes we are really going to tickle her. I mean, with feet like this, they were MADE to be tickled. Hey Alice! Sweetie, can you look at me for a moment?” Sylvia requested with some sweetness in her voice. She wanted to look at the terror in Alice’s eyes before she tormented her. She saw the innocent young woman looking at her and she grinned. “Ticklish?” she simply asked.
Alice felt humiliated as those two were talking about her feet. No one had ever truly examined her feet, but those two were and she felt like a specimen. She then heard Sylvia telling her to look at her and when she did, she saw the evil smile. Then she heard the one word that she feared the most from the attacker and then suddenly she felt something touching the sole of her foot and she immediately exploded into laughter. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOO!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” she screamed.
“No? Judging by the screams you are making; I think that is a yes. Hahahaha” Sylvia joked as she ran her fingers up and down the length of the sole. When her fingers made contact, she could feel just how tender and soft the feet were. That sent a jolt of excitement throughout her entire body because Alice was indeed soft. This was such a perfect specimen, and she knew this one would fetch a very high price when the buyers came by. Her fingers danced on the heel of the foot because she wanted to see just how sensitive the entire foot was. She could feel the foot dancing around and loved the reaction she was getting. She could see that Alice was indeed very ticklish on the bottoms of her feet and it was going to be a lot of fun exploiting that fact. She even started to touch the outside edge of the heel and was delighted to see that skin was also smooth. There were no callouses or rough edges. That really motivated her because now she wanted to see if there was a flaw anywhere on Alice’s body. If there were none, then the perfect sex slave was found.
Ingrid started to flutter her fingertips in the arch of the right foot. She loved how the foot was trying to move all around, but she managed to keep her fingers in contact with the flesh. She loved how soft the foot felt. Whenever her victims had soft feet, it made it extra special. There were a few times she had victims that had tougher feet, but they were still ticklish. However, soft feet were more fun to play with because it made her want to touch them for a very long time. She saw the anguish in Alice’s body and watched as the poor girl tried her very best to pull her limbs free, or to roll over her body. She knew Alice was already desperate and hoped the potion made everything so much worse. Her fingers made it to the instep area and the foot really started to flail around. “Heheheh she is REALLY ticklish on this spot! Kitchy kitchy koo, Alice! I tickle you!!” she taunted.
Rita heard that delirious laughter and knew Alice was in Tickle Hell. She felt a little excited because she loved it whenever a victim had their feet tickled. The reactions were usually the most intense. Watching Alice try to free herself was sad in a sense. The poor woman had no choice but to submit herself. She wondered how this woman was going to survive the eventual sexual teasing. If that potion had any kind of effect, then poor Alice was really going to lose it. She could see the look on Sylvia’s face and saw just how into tickling she was. It was a funny coincidence that this assassin from Europe used the same method of torture she and her dancers used on victims. It was the perfect type of torture. No marks were left, and the victims went insane. She noticed Alice’s chest shaking around and wondered when they would expose her chest. It was a matter of time before they went after them, so she wanted to enjoy this moment. She could see the tops of Alice’s feet from where she was at, but she was curious on what the bottoms of the feet looked like. She could hear both Sylvia and Ingrid commenting on how soft they are, and that got her excited. She wished she could touch the feet at least once, so she could feel their tenderness. “Poor girl. She is really going through hell right now. I hope she can survive this.” she thought to herself.
Sylvia continued to run her fingers up and down the bottom of the left foot and truly enjoyed listening to poor Alice screaming. She then knelt down so she could be eye level with the foot and enjoyed the view. That light pink skin looked so tender and that creamy skin on the arch was a nice contrast. She placed the tip of her left index finger directly on the spot where the ball of the foot met the arch in the middle and started to lightly scratch that spot. She used her right hand to grip the top of the foot to hold it still, so she could focus on ticklish spots. She could feel the foot straining in her grip, but she was stronger, and the foot held still. She could see the toes wiggling and curling, but her finger continued to tickle that specific area. She moved her finger down a little and started to stroke directly into the arch. She felt the foot really trying to get away and she smiled. She moved her finger towards the outside edge of the foot, trailing along that pink skin and heard those sweet giggles just pouring out. She wanted to really torture Alice. She needed to break her will. She was confident she would accomplish it because this young lady was not as strong as Phoebe Wellington mentally. She glanced over at Ingrid and saw her moving her fingers all over the foot. Sylvia liked the contrasting style. Ingrid was going wild, and she was using precision. That would surely drive Alice crazy, and these feet were definitely very ticklish. She then looked right back at the foot and moved her finger to the center of the ball of the foot. There, she simply made her nail sink into the flesh, and scratch from left to right, trying her best to drag out the most horrible ticklish feelings possible.
Alice was in severe distress. Her feet were being tickled, and they were being tickled ruthlessly. She could feel those dainty fingers all over her right foot. They were moving to different spots on her foot and seemed to be a whirlwind. She tried to pull her foot away, but the rope around her ankle held firm. What really got to her was the precision tickles on her left foot. She couldn’t even move that foot at all. She felt that warm hand on top of her foot, and it held her foot very still. The way the single finger tickled the ball of her foot really sent intense ticklish shockwaves throughout her body because the nail sank into her flesh. She was struggling to maintain her sanity as the foot tickling was really breaking her down. This was the longest her feet were ever tickled, and these women seemed to have no intention of stopping. That’s what frightened her the most. They wanted to torture her. No matter how much she begged, no matter how much she screamed, they wanted to keep tickling her. They wanted her to become a sex slave, and this could be her fate every single day. That truly frightened her, and she prayed someone, anyone, would rescue her. She didn’t even know where she was. She didn’t even know if anyone would know where she was. She then felt another single stroke down into her very delicate arch and her eyes bugged out in ticklish agony. “HAHAHAHAHAHA NOT THERE!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she screamed.
Ingrid heard that maniacal scream and she looked over at Sylvia. She could see her stroking her finger into the arch area and she smiled. She liked Sylvia’s style of tickle torture. She was using precision. She figured she would have a contest with the assassin. She wouldn’t announce it, but she wanted to see if she could make Alice scream even louder. She looked at those thick toes and figured it was time to tease them. She gripped the tops of the toes with her left hand, and then using the index finger on her right hand, she started to stroke the delicate underside of those toes. She could feel the toes desperately trying to curl, but she held them open and touched that creamy skin on the undersides of the toes. She really loved how soft they felt. The skin was very soft and delicate and seemed to drive poor Alice wild. “Hehehehe someone has ticklish toes….” she chuckled.
Alice felt the finger in her arch, and it was very intense. But when she felt a finger softly stroking underneath the toes of her right foot, she almost lost it. That felt extremely sensitive, and she started to writhe her body as much as she could. If she wasn’t tied down, she surely would have flown right through the roof. She looked over to her right foot and saw how the masked woman’s hands were holding her toes. She could feel that finger sliding around that area, and she wished she could kick both of her tormentors. Then she felt a nail stroking the instep of her left foot and her head shot right over to look at an evil woman with a menacing grin touching her foot. The sheer intensity of the feeling made her want to pass out. She really started to get emotional because they just kept tickling her with no end in sight. “HAHAHAHAHA PLEASE STOP!!! YOU HAHAHAHAHA HAVE TO STOP!!!! MERCY!!!!MERCY!!!!” she screamed in ticklish agony.
“No mercy for you! Just…….TICKLES!!!!” Sylvia responded and then giggled. She really liked the reactions she was getting from Alice. The feet were definitely a weakness, and she wanted to keep tickling her. She wanted to keep pushing her into submission. She needed Alice to be so submissive and to truly fear them. Once that happened, then she would be ready to be sold. She wondered what would happen to her once she was purchased. Would she have sex every night? Would she even get tickled or was that just something this trafficking operation did? She even wondered if a woman would purchase her. That was a fun thought, and she went back to focusing on the foot. Her nail had devastated the arch area and now was sliding up and down the instep area. She found a particularly sensitive spot right below the ball of the foot on the instep and heard that extra scream. She glanced over towards Ingrid and saw how she was tormenting the toes. She loved watching her finger slide against the chunky digits and she liked the reaction. She wondered what would happen if she also went after the toes at the same time. She moved her nail away from the instep and traced it across the ball of the foot, then landed at the base of the toes. She slowly dragged her nail from the base of the big toe, right across the rest of the toes and she heard a hissing and shrieking sound. A smile formed on her face because she knew she hit a very sensitive spot, and it was time to torture this woman even more.
Rita watched in awe as Ingrid and Sylvia were tickle destroying Alice. She heard those desperate screams of laughter. She saw how both ladies were tickling those feet. She started to get antsy because she wanted to forget about the fate of Alice. She didn’t want to think about this innocent woman being sold into slavery and become a sex toy for someone. She wanted to try and get into the moment, so she could enjoy herself as well. She wanted to see how ticklish Alice was. She wanted to touch that soft skin and hopefully get that laughter flowing. She needed some kind of interaction so she could try and calm her own nerves because now that this all started, there was no turning back. She and her fellow dancers were now involved in sex trafficking, and she had to get used to watching poor, helpless women get tormented and then sold. She stepped out of the shadows and headed towards the body. She could see Alice’s face now and the poor girl looked exhausted and very scared. There was something about her laughter that was chilling. She was truly suffering at the hands of Sylvia and Ingrid. She then saw Alice’s eyes look at her and saw that panic in them.
Alice continued to laugh hysterically as both of her feet were being tickled on her toes. She felt fingers tickling the pads of her toes, and between them and it drove her wild. She had no idea her toes could be this sensitive, but her entire body felt this way. She felt her lungs were about to explode, along with her mind. The tickling was relentless. They weren’t giving her breaks, and they didn’t seem concerned about her well-being. It was all about torturing her and she started to have an emotional breakdown. This was too much for her to handle and she wanted to just go home. She then saw something, or someone now entering her line of sight. It was another woman here! She had no idea who that woman was, but she prayed she was there to save her from the ruthless tickling of her feet. She could see the woman was very pretty, and she was so desperate, she prayed this was her rescue. “HELP ME!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HELP ME PLEASE!!!!” she cried out in laughter.
Sylvia saw Rita approaching the table and smiled. She saw how Rita was looking at the victim and wondered if it was time to use her to tickle Alice. She could sense the hesitation in Rita and wanted to get her involved so she could get used to tormenting this victim. She remembered her being told that Rita would tickle victims and help rob them, but she had a feeling this was a different scenario. Now it was time to test Rita to make sure she was on board. Ingrid had a lot of enthusiasm for this kind of situation, now it was time to make sure Rita enjoyed it too. She stopped tickling Alice’s toes and smiled. “Nice of you to join us….” she told her.
Ingrid paused her toe tickling for a moment when she noticed that Rita had arrived at the helpless victim’s body. She was a little excited because she loved Rita tickling victims. There were many times where she and the other dancers would watch Rita tickle-seduce victims as her style was much more erotic. She wondered if her fellow dancer was going to seduce Alice. She really loved that style and hoped it was time to see it. “Yeah, glad you could join us!” she said with enthusiasm.
“I just wanted to check on her. Her screaming was very loud! Hehehe” Rita giggled. She looked at Alice’s face and saw some relief on it. The tickling had stopped and could see the poor girl breathing heavily. She could see her face was getting sweaty and she leaned forward and started to clean it off. She wanted to soothe the woman and make her feel a little better. She knew she was going to be tortured still but felt that she should at least provide some kind of respite for her. She looked towards Sylvia and Ingrid and smiled. “Poor thing. She is so tired. You both did an excellent job on her feet.” she told them.
“Yes!!! We are having so much fun!!! I love listening to her scream! Her toes are a delight! Her sole is a delight! She is, well, a delight!!! Hehehehe” Ingrid giggled at her own joke. She started to get excited because she figured some sensual teasing was about to happen. Rita would sometimes try to make the victim feel comfortable before sexually playing with them. She really hoped she could do that to Alice right now because she was feeling a bit horny. “Hey, are you going to play with her now? The way you like to do?” she asked.
Sylvia looked over at Ingrid and could see she was happy. Even though she was still wearing that mask, she knew that woman was grinning ear to ear. The way she reacted, it seemed as though Rita had a style of her own. That got her curious and wondered what she was capable of. “Do you want to play with her?” she asked.
Rita looked back at Sylvia and saw that look of deviousness on her face. Now that she came out of the shadows, she knew she had to help torture Alice. She could not let them see her doubts and unfortunately for Alice, she had to suffer again. “Yes, I would like to play with her. I think it is time to start breaking her will even more. The poor lady is so tired right now. I bet she would like a little relief in her body. I will take care of her in my own special way. You both can continue to play with her feet, but let’s do it…….softly.” she said with a wink.
Ingrid started to clap because it was time to start the sexual play. She knew what Rita meant, and she looked towards Sylvia. “Hehehe Rita is VERY good at making women feel horny. Alice is now going to be sexually conquered!” she said with glee.
Alice looked at Rita and saw her face looked a lot calmer and nicer. She wasn’t wearing a creepy mask, and she didn’t have a sadistic smile like the other pretty blond woman. She seemed empathetic and she felt nervous but a little more relaxed. This woman’s voice had a much calmer tone, and she prayed she was the boss of those other two. She started to have some hope that she would be let go because she suffered enough. She then felt the woman’s hand starting to caress the left side of her head, the fingers running through her hair. It felt so much better than the constant tickling and she started to whimper. “Please….let me go. I-I don’t want to do this anymore. I-I just want to go home.” she told her softly.
“You poor, poor thing. I bet you are really tired, and your body feels like it is on fire, right?” Rita asked. She could see the fear in Alice’s eyes and knew just how to play with her. She started to focus on her task. She had to put away all the doubts and fears about doing such a horrible deed to this innocent woman and get the job done. She focused on just the part she would do, like she would do in the backroom of the Burlesque show and treat this victim like previous ones. It would be Sylvia and Ingrid that would do the other horrific things.
“Yes….my body tingles so much. I-I don’t know what to do anymore. They keep tickling me and it seems to get worse!” Alice whined as she continued to feel the fingers going through her hair. The woman’s voice was very soothing, and she had that look of caring in her eyes.
“Poor thing….do you seem more ticklish than normal? I am sure you are a ticklish person, but the way you were screaming, do you feel more ticklish?” Rita asked. She wanted to find out if the effects of the potion were at play. She remembered Ingrid asking her the question, but Alice was so distraught and miserable while being tickled, it was hard to gauge a response. She figured if she could calm Alice down and lure her into a false sense of security, the woman could give her the information she needed, so she could report back to Marge.
“Y-Yes…It seems like I am more ticklish than normal. I-I want to be free. Can I go home now? Please? I am begging you. I am so scared, and I just want to go home.” Alice whined again. She felt very tired, and she was getting desperate. The longer this went on, the worse everything seemed to be. She felt her heart beating faster due to nerves and prayed she was going to be set free.
“Awww….You are really ticklish. The way you were screaming was very intense. I could only imagine what you must have gone through. To be tied down and helpless. To have two people tickling you all over your body and your pretty feet seemed to suffer the most.” Rita told her. She started to get a little excited as she continued to talk to Alice. She looked at that angelic face and her desire to drive her wild started to grow. She was really pretty, and her lust started to really increase. She figured that potion was in fact having an effect, which also meant the woman must have been really aroused as well. It was time to take advantage of that and start to break her will. “Do you want me to make you feel better? You went through a lot, and I know a way to make you feel good.” she asked and smiled at her.
“Will you let me go? That would make me feel better! Those other two were torturing me and telling me I am going to be a sex slave. I don’t want that! Please….will you let me go?” Alice begged. The pretty woman was very nice to her, and she hoped her desperate pleadings would affect her heart and let her go. She stared at her face and saw the sweetest smile on it. Her hope started to grow, and it appeared this woman was the boss of the others.
“First, I will make your body feel better. Let’s get that out of the way first.” Rita told her in a soft voice. She then turned towards her right and saw Ingrid by the naked right foot. She nodded her head at her, giving her the signal that it was time to take this torture to an erotic level. She saw Ingrid happily walk away, and she turned her head back to Alice. She wanted Alice to focus on her face and not was Ingrid was doing. Her fellow dancer was bringing her a tool to use, and she looked forward to it all. Now it was time to destroy Alice’s mind. “I know just the thing! You are so tired, and I can see you sweating. I think you are getting too hot. So, let me help cool you down and get your body to breathe.” She teased, then moved her hands towards the bra.
Alice heard those words, and they sounded very soothing. She was very hot, and her body was very tired. She had no idea what was meant by making her feel good, then she realized what it meant. She saw the hands moving towards her bra and now the fingers were trying to unclasp her bra! This woman wanted to reveal her breasts! One was exposed a little earlier when they all got a look at her nipple, but now they were going to completely expose her chest. “W-What are you doing?” she asked in shock.
“Making you more comfortable sweetie! Don’t worry, it is just us girls here. We have seen plenty of breasts. No reason to be shy….” Rita teased in a sensual voice. She was getting excited and looked forward to seeing the entire chest. She did get a glimpse of the nipple from earlier and loved the pink color. She managed to unclasp the bra and now she started to pull the cups away from the mounds. Alice did have a large chest for her 5’5” frame, and once the cups came off, she gasped. She was looking at two large and rounded breasts with those nice pink colored nipples. She felt her heart beating faster because the mounds were perfect. They were slightly perky, and those small nipples looked fantastic. “My, my, my. You have really pretty tits there. I am impressed!” she told her.
Alice was in complete shock. This nice woman had just undid her bra and exposed her breasts. She felt shame when Ingrid revealed one breast, but now, both of them were exposed and she couldn’t do anything about it. She looked at the woman’s face and saw that look of lust. She was still stunned that these women were torturing her like this. Now total shame filled her body, and she felt her emotions rising. Her eyes started to get watery because the humiliation of the moment was a lot to take in. “Why? Why are you doing this to me? What did I do to deserve this?” she asked in a very sad voice.
“You look pretty, that’s what you did. Hehehe” Sylvia chimed in as she watched Rita expose the young woman’s breasts. She liked the way Rita was being soft with the victim and that would allow her to be more ruthless. She could hear the sadness in Alice’s voice, and she loved it. Alice was always sounding very sad, but this time, her sadness seemed to be really deep. She was being humiliated completely, and she wondered what would happen to the woman once her pussy was exposed.
Rita looked back at Sylvia and smiled. She could see how happy she looked and knew poor Alice was really going to be suffering soon. She looked back at Alice’s face and could see how watery her eyes were. She knew she was about to cry and that was a good thing because it meant her will was slipping away. She then felt a tap on her right arm and turned in that direction. She smiled once she saw Ingrid holding something. It was one of her favorite tools and she brought it along for this trip. She took the object and then looked right back at Alice. “You look so sad! Don’t be sad! I think you will enjoy this next part. Those other two drove you crazy, right? Well, I am going to make you feel REALLY good. I will start with these beautiful breasts of yours. Look what I have!” she told her and then held up her red fluffy feather.
Alice’s eyes shot wide open when she saw that fluffy red feather. She saw it waving in the air and then it dawned on her. She was about to get tickled again! That produced a very intense feeling of fear, and she started to struggle in her bondage again. “NO!!!! NO!!!! DON’T TICKLE ME ANYMORE!!!” she screamed.
“Hehehe this might tickle, but it also might feel good. I think I will use this feather…..right……here.” Rita teased, then lowered the feather and started to softly wiggle it over the right breast. She saw the body immediately jerking around and she grinned. She started to hear that panicked giggling, and it delighted her. She saw Alice’s face go from horror, then started to see the lips curling and she could see that forced smile. The feather stroked all over that helpless mound and she also could see how stiff the nipple was. It appeared the potion did have an effect, and she could drive her absolutely crazy.
Ingrid saw the feather sliding over the breasts and she couldn’t help but feel excited. She always loved watching Rita use a feather on her victims. She was very good at it and seeing it applied to Alice was very erotic. She really loved this turn in the torture and looked forward to seeing a completely naked victim. Her eyes then went to the right foot, and she saw it moving around in response to the breast feathering. She saw those toes wiggling and she had the urge to suck on them. She knew she had to be patient, but they looked really delicious.
“HEHEHEHEHEHE STOP THAT!!! DON’T HEHEHE TICKLE ME THERE!!!” Alice giggled loudly as she felt the feather’s fronds stroking her skin. She did seem a lot more ticklish, but didn’t know why. She also never had her breasts tickled before and it was the strangest feeling. It wasn’t as brutal as the finger tickling on the different spots on her body, but it was enough to drive her wild and beg her captor to let her go. She not only felt ticklish feeling flowing through her, but she also felt severe disappointment. This woman stroking her breast seemed so nice and caring. Now, she was just like the other two and wanted to torture her. She started to feel miserable again and she was really starting to break down. She just could not understand why these women wanted to kidnap her, embarrass her and torture her with tickling her silly. The feather then slid under her breast, and she felt a very intense tickling sensation. She had never had that area tickled before and it rocked her. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP!!! HAHAHAH THAT TICKLES!!! THAT REALLY TICKLES!!!” she screamed as she watched the feather moving on her.
Sylvia had a grin on her face as she listened to that tortured laughter. She loved the sound of the ticklish agony and watching the breast get feathered also turned her on. She liked the way Alice was breaking down and knew it wouldn’t be too long before she was broken. As the feather continued to move across the breast, her eyes started to fixate on Alice’s crotch. The underwear covered that special prize, but she knew it was going to be a very pretty sight. The way Alice was reacting to things, she knew that once she exposed that vagina, the poor woman would definitely break. She wanted to shave that mound, tickle it, and them make her have an orgasm to finish her off. She licked her lips for a moment and tried to control her own sexual urges. She looked at the feather again and saw how slowly it moved under the breast. She loved the way Alice was reacting and saw just how stiff that nipple was. “Mmmm….I want this woman. I wonder if she will squirt?” she asked herself in her mind.
Rita loved the reactions she was getting from feathering the right breast of Alice. She loved watching the fronds of the feather glide over that sensitive skin. When she swept the feather over the breast she heard a nice giggle, but when it swept under the breasts, a nice laugh would come pouring out. She liked how stiff that pink nipple was. She knew within Alice’s tormented body, she was also very turned on. She licked her lips and slowed down the feather movement. She wanted to try and make it more sensual now and get this woman to moan in pleasure. The feather simply slid across the top of the breast and over that pink bud. She then used the very tip of the fluffy feather and circled it around the nipple. It circled over and over again and could see the change of facial expression on Alice’s face. Her smile went from laughter to a little smile, but one that resembled pleasure. She had to get her thinking about arousal to get her body ready. She saw the eyes open up and she looked right into them. They were a nice blue color, and she started to really like them. “Is this better? I bet you like this more, right?” she teasingly asked and had a flirtatious smile.
Alice felt herself going crazy as the feather tickled her right breast. It was still unbelievable that this was even happening. The feather was tickling something she never had someone touch before. It really tickled when it went under her breast. It tickled a lot when it was over the top part of the mound. The nipple feathering really drove her wild, but in a surprising way. There were some ticklish feelings, but she also felt herself getting very turned on. There was something very sensual about that feather right now and her body was reacting. She had a battle in her own head, wondering if she should be enjoying this feeling, because they were trying to torture her. She slowly opened her eyes and saw Rita looking at her with a seductive look on her face. She saw how nice the face looked and when the feather’s tip was circling around her nipple, her lust really started to grow. The waves of pleasure were flowing through her and despite the torture, this was much better than being tickled. Her eyes then glanced down and watched those red fronds circling around her nipple. The contrast between the red feather and her pink nipple was mesmerizing. She could see and feel how stiff her nipples were, and she was really nervous. She heard Rita’s question, and she felt really shy. If she were to tell the truth, then she would have to admit she did like what was happening to her. But if she said no, then she might be tickled again. “Y-Yes…I-It feels good.” she stammered.
“Good girl….Yes, this should feel really good. Don’t be afraid to admit it. I like it when my own nipples are feathered. You really do have pretty nipples, Alice. I want to make you feel good after all the tickling that happened to you. Just let yourself go. It is ok….” Rita said in a very sensual voice. She then started to slowly move the feather over to the left breast and slowly stroked the top of it. She wanted to get the arousal into a raging fire and drive her wild. The feather slid across the top of the mound, then headed towards the outside edge. She saw the chest starting to shake and that ticklish smile returned to Alice’s face. She loved how ticklish the breasts were and wanted to fully tease her. “Tickle tickle…” she giggled playfully.
Alice felt the feather now stroking her other breast and it shocked her. The initial touch of the feather was not tickling her that much and she felt some tingles between her legs. This was the strangest moment for her. She had never been sensually pleased before by another person. The one-time sexual experience she had, the young man simply kissed her, touched her private areas and they had sex. The way she felt now blew her mind because it was really starting to feel good. It also stunned her that it was another woman doing this to her. She had no idea another woman could make her feel so turned on. The feather then slowly slid under her breast, and she started to giggle. That skin was still very sensitive, and the giggles started to come out as the feather continued to slide and twirl in that area. Soon it was faster swipes, and her laughter started to increase. “Hehehehehehehe hey!!! That tickles!!! Hehehehehe Come on!!! Don’t tickle me!!!” she squealed as the feather continued its ticklish path on the underside of her breast.
“Hehehehe It tickles? I can see! You also have the cutest giggles, Alice. You are so adorable right now. You’re just so……tickly! Hehehe” Rita giggled. She wanted to tease the young lady. She wanted to mix the soft tickles in with the erotic play to build that lust even more. She could see that cute smile on Alice’s face and her laughter was really getting to her. She then moved the feather a little faster and the laughter got even stronger. She wanted to push her a little, so she could force this woman to give her permission to sensually seduce her.
Sylvia watched with a smile on her face as she saw those breasts being feathered. The way Rita was teasing the poor woman was very erotic. She liked her style. She could also be erotic, but the way Rita did it was very skilled. She felt herself getting turned on a lot and loved how that feather was tickle destroying the blond victim. She glanced over at Ingrid who now had her hand on her crotch and was rubbing herself. That made her chuckle a little and she shook her head. Her tiny partner was really turned on and had to touch herself. “Feeling good?” she asked in a teasing voice.
Ingrid looked over when she heard Sylvia speaking to her. She was in her own little world as she watched the very erotic interaction that Rita was performing with Alice. The way that feather slid over those breasts was highly erotic and it drove her wild. Her own nipples were throbbing, and she felt wet between her legs. She placed her hand on her crotch because she wanted to touch herself. She looked over at Sylvia who had this grin on her face. She realized she was caught and felt a little embarrassed. She took her hand off her mound and then folded her arms together. “Yes, I was. I am good now.” she replied with an embarrassed voice.
“Hehehe I like it too.” Sylvia told her, then winked. She then turned back to the red father and now it was sweeping across the nipple again. She loved seeing how hard those nipples were and Alice must have been in erotic heaven at the moment. It also meant her time was coming. It would be in a short time that she would expose that naked womanhood and have her way with it.
Alice felt that feather on her left nipple and it drove her wild. It felt so good, even though it did slightly tickled. Her lust kept growing and growing and she didn’t know how her body could get so horny this quickly. The feather’s tease really set off a fire between her legs and she started making cooing noises. This was definitely better than that tickle torture and her body was surrendering to the erotic pleasure. She started to grind her hips a little and she felt shy. She was really horny now and she didn’t know what to do anymore. “Mmmmm….mmmmm….” she moaned softly.
“Yes, you really like this. It is ok. Feel good. Let yourself go. Like I told you, I want to make you feel so……so…..good.” Rita said in a very soft and sensual voice. She then leaned her face closer to Alice’s and looked into those eyes. She wanted to make a connection to her and continue this erotic dance. She wanted to get so close that Alice would fall under her spell and then they could really send her over the edge. “Yes, my sweet. You are going to feel so good. Let it go. Just let it all go as we take another look at you….” she whispered and then looked at Sylvia.
Sylvia saw Rita look at her and it snapped her out of her own erotic trance. She had to admit Rita was very good at what she was doing. She even started to wonder if she should have sex with Rita. It would be a good time because that woman was very sensual and seductive. She knew it was now her time to complete the humiliation of Alice. She pulled a small pocketknife out of her pocket and got close to the groin area. She wanted to cut the underwear off and see what was hiding underneath. She took the blade and started to saw at the hem of the underwear. The fabric started to tear, and she got excited. She saw the hips starting to move around and that meant that Alice must have figured out what was happening. “Hehehe I would stay still if I were you. I don’t want to cut your pretty skin.” she warned.
Alice was so mesmerized by that sexy look on Rita’s face. It looked like the woman wanted to kiss her. That thought started to sound very nice, even though she never kissed a woman, or even thought about it a lot. It crossed her mind once, but it was a long time ago, and the woman she imagined was really pretty. Now, it could actually happen, and her heart started to race. Then she felt something tugging on her underwear. She could hear a small tearing sound and it dawned on her that her underwear was being toyed with. That garment was the only thing on her body that prevented her from being in her birthday suit. The thought of being naked terrified her and she started to react. She heard Sylvia’s warning, and her heart nearly stopped. There was a possibility she might be cut down there, which meant there was a knife involved. Her body froze and fear gripped her mind. She looked at Rita’s face and hoped she could help her right now. “Don’t make me naked. Please….” she begged.
Rita saw that look of fear on Alice’s face and when she heard Sylvia’s voice, she knew it was time that Alice was going to be naked. She turned her head and saw Sylvia cutting away at the underwear and she wondered what that sweet mound would look like. She turned her head towards Alice and wanted to keep her in lust. She wanted to calm her down a little so the lust could continue to flow. She dropped her fluffy feather on the chest and then used her left hand to rub over the blond hair on the left side. “Hey sweetie, calm down. It is going to be ok. We are just making you completely comfortable, that’s all. I know you are going to look really pretty naked. Don’t you want us to make you feel good? I promise, it will be something you always remember.” she said softly.
“I don’t want to be naked…” Alice replied in a sad voice. Even though Rita was kind to her and trying to soothe her, the idea of being naked and so vulnerable crushed her. These women truly wanted to embarrass her, and she couldn’t stop them. She felt her underwear coming loose and knew it was just a matter of time before they would see the most private place on her body. She had been told growing up that she was a pretty girl, but she was always modest and shy about that. Now, they were exposing her. She felt incredibly horny, but the shame was also weighing on her. The underwear became really loose, and she felt her eye starting to water. “Please don’t do this to me….” she said with heavy sadness.
Sylvia cut enough of the underwear to make the garment really loose. She then started to tear it away from the body and her eyes caught a glimpse of those blond pubic hairs. She started to get really excited because she knew this woman was going to have a very pretty vagina. She finally tore the garment completely free of the body and she tossed it over her shoulder. With Alice’s legs spread wide opened, she had a clear view of that pussy, and she loved what she saw. She could see that blond pubic hair and just below, she could see the folds of the pussy. It was a nice shade of pink and she felt her nipples throbbing. She was impressed with what she saw and could not wait to make this young lady cum her brains out shortly. “Ooooh!!! Alice, sweet Alice, you have a VERY pretty pussy. I mean, this looks amazing!” she teased.
Ingrid looked at the now exposed vagina and her lust went out of control. She could see those pink folds and it looked absolutely delicious to her. She was truly enjoying this moment, and her hand went right back to her crotch. She couldn’t help herself and wanted to touch herself. “Wow...that is a pretty pussy!” she said with delight.
Alice felt complete shame as she felt the underwear leave her body. She realized that she was completely naked at the moment, and it hurt a lot emotionally. She was tied down, her legs spread, and these women tickled her and also teased her. Now, they could see everything on her. It was bad enough they looked at her breasts, but now, they could see the most private spot on her body. She felt incredibly shy and felt so humiliated. She wanted to cry. She wanted to let all her emotions out because this was something that should not be happening to her. She looked forward to a life in Plotsville since becoming an adult. Now, her entire world was upside down and the thought of being naked often and servicing some man sexually really broke her spirit. She also felt very confused because she started to feel extremely horny. She had no idea how she could be aroused at a moment like this. Her eyes then looked at Rita and she felt so incredibly sad. “Why? Why is this happening to me? I didn’t do anything to you….” she murmured.
Rita could see the look of shame on Alice’s face, and she had mixed feelings. These were the same type of reactions that victims had when Marge and the crew robbed them in the backroom. But they were eventually let go, and then had no real memory of it. It was though it never happened to them. With Alice it was going to be different. She would most likely remember all of this, and it would surely break this woman’s heart and spirit. She knew she had a job to do, but she still felt a little strange about it. She heard sadness in the voice and it started to tug at her heart strings. She then shook her head and knew she had to focus. She had to get this done. She wanted to hurry up and conquer this young lady so that she could leave and go back to the hotel with the other dancers. “Welcome to your new life….” she said with some regret.
Sylvia stared at the naked pussy, and she could see some moisture down there. It did appear the potion had some effect, so now it was time to play. She rubbed her hands and placed her hand directly on the groin. She ran her fingers through the pubic hair, and she felt Alice flinch. “Yes indeed, you really do have a pretty pussy. I think we need to see more of it though. I think you need a good shave…..” she said, then started to walk back towards her belongings.
Alice gasped when she heard those words. She heard how pretty her womanhood was, but she also heard she needed a shave. She was stunned that they were planning on shaving her down there! She started to whimper and struggle, but she still could not get herself free. She looked at Rita and started to beg her. “Please…don’t let her do that to me. Please don’t let her shave me. I am begging you…..please.” she begged softly.
Rita felt the anguish in that voice, but she still had to focus on the task. She knew that Marge would shave victims sometimes, so this event was not out of the ordinary. She then decided she had to distract poor Alice, so she grabbed that red fluffy feather again and started to swipe it across the breasts again. She saw the chest shaking and started to hear some very slight giggles. “Just relax. It will all be over soon. Just enjoy yourself. Let yourself go. Don’t cry. Just enjoy….” she said in a soothing voice.
Sylvia made it back over to Alice’s trapped body and opened up a jar of shaving cream. After shaving Phoebe, she was excited to shave yet another woman. She liked this idea of shaving a victim. It completely humiliated them and made them more susceptible to pussy play. She remembered Thalia telling her that Christos also loved his slaves shaved because it was a lot of fun to play with that area. She also remembered Thalia telling her that Darby was shaved, and she had the most perfect pussy. That thought excited her and now she started to apply the cream on Alice’s groin. She started to lather the substance all over the hairs and groin area. She could feel her flinching and knew the pussy was going to be really responsive. She really enjoyed the fact that Rita was feathering the breasts again, which would cause some sweet giggles, but also keep Alice’s mind in a lustful state. She wanted to tear an orgasm out of her and that goal was starting to come into fruition. She looked over at Ingrid who was still touching herself and she laughed. She figured it was time to let her have some fun. “Hey, why don’t you suck her toes? Let’s keep her in heat.” she instructed.
Ingrid looked over at Sylvia and paused the touching of herself. She heard the instructions to suck those cute toes, and she grinned. She loved watching a woman getting shaved and now she could taste some toes while doing it. She loved Alice’s feet and toes. She imagined what it would be like in her mouth, and she slowly took off her mask. Alice was done for, so it didn’t matter if she saw her face. She was going to be a sex slave anyway. She looked at the right foot and then placed her hands around the foot. The toes were peeking out from above her hands, and she licked her lips. That big toe looked delicious and now she was going to try it. She wrapped her lips around that chunky digit and started to suckle on it. Her body melted with pleasure as the toe tasted better than she thought. She closed her eyes and started to really enjoy the taste. “Mmmmm…..delicious.” she cooed.
Alice continued to giggle as the feather stroked around her breasts. The feather would slide from the right breast, then over to the left. It swirled around the tops and the outsides edges, driving her crazy. She could see the pleasant look on Rita’s face and even though she was being tickle assaulted, she did like the soothing look of her tickler. She was still scared out of her mind, but the feathering and that soft look started to wear her down and her body was surrendering. She could feel those fingers massaging her groin and felt that substance on her. Then she felt her right big toe inside something very warm and wet. These women were giving her body erotic pleasure, and it started to overwhelm her. She just did not know what else to do. They were dominating her and she was losing control of her own body. The massage of her groin stopped, but the feathering of her nipples and the sucking of her toe continued. “Mmmm….why…..why do you….mmm…have to do this to……me?” she moaned.
Sylvia giggled to herself because of the breast feathering and the toe sucking was breaking Alice. She could tell she was getting more and more aroused, which is where she wanted her. She then took her razor and started to scrape it over the mound. She could see the cream coming off, with clumps of blond hair in it. She could hear those moans; she could hear Ingrid’s toe sucking and now the mound was becoming smooth. She focused on making sure all the hair was removed. She wanted this sweet looking pussy completely bald and smooth. She was very careful around those pouty lips and soon, the mound was shaved. She took a towel and wiped away the excess cream and hair. She could now see that precious pussy and she smiled. “My, my, my. Your pussy is absolutely perfect. Ladies, take a look.” she said with joy.
Ingrid stopped her toe sucking and looked towards the groin. She gasped in awe as she could clearly see that vagina. She loved how it looked before, but now it was even more clear. Those pink lips looked delightful, and it also looked like a tight pussy. She surmised this victim probably didn’t have sex much, if she had sex at all. “Wow!!! She does have a pretty pussy! I like women with pretty pussies! Hehehe” she said with excitement then started to suck the index, middle and ring toes.
Rita paused her feathering of the breasts and glanced over at the now shaven mound. She felt a tingle in her own body because the pussy did look absolutely nice. She saw how pink the lips were and how everything was so pale around it. She then turned back to Alice’s face and smiled. “You are very pretty down there. One of the best I have ever seen.” she said with a grin.
Alice’s face turned very red once she realized the shaving had stopped. Now these people were raving about how pretty she was down there, and she did not know how to react. No one ever told her how pretty she was down there. She didn’t even think something like that could be pretty. The worst part was they were all looking at it and she couldn’t even see it herself. She felt very embarrassed and ashamed. She had never been with women sexually and now all three of these people were forcing her into a sexual situation. She closed her eyes for a moment as the wave of humiliation washed over her. She started to lose it mentally because she had never been so embarrassed her in life. Her eyes filled with tears and a tear started to fall. “Please….let me go. Stop doing this to me….” she cried.
Sylvia saw the tear falling from the eye and she smiled. This was the sign that Alice was breaking completely. She could see how red the face had gotten from embarrassment, and she loved it. Now was the time to push this woman over the edge and prepare her for a life of sex slavery. She got closer to Alice’s face and grinned. “Don’t cry, Alice. Like I told you. We are going to make you feel really good. Enjoy….” she told her.
Rita shivered when she heard Sylvia telling Alice she was going to feel good. It meant that the orgasm was going to be pulled from Alice, and the poor woman was going to be broken. She started to resume feathering the breasts, hoping to give Alice some pleasure before her life as a sex slave was to begin. She moved the feather across the nipples, and they were both still rock hard. She saw the fronds of the feather engulfing that right nipple and hoped the orgasm was at least a powerful one.
Sylvia made her way to the pussy and started to lightly flutter her fingers across the lips. Her own body was sexually charged, and it was time to get poor Alice to lose her mind. She felt the pussy contracting and squirming and she loved it. She loved how responsive Alice was to her touch. She heard a few gasps mixed in with some cries. She could see the feather teasing the nipples. She looked towards Ingrid and saw her devouring those toes. The moment was starting to become very erotic to her and she wanted to keep pushing those buttons. She fluttered her fingers right along the crease of the groin where the legs connected to the area. She heard a slight giggle and loved it. It appeared the victim was ticklish on her pussy. That was always a great discovery and knew tickling it would start to make the mound more aroused and a lot more wet. “Hehehe looks like someone has a ticklish pussy.” she teased.
Alice felt that nipple feathering and even though her mind was in turmoil, it felt amazing to her body. She could also feel a tongue sliding against her toes, which tickled, but also felt amazing. It was when the fingers touched her very special place that blew her mind away. The touch was very soft, and gentle and it felt good. She also felt the fingers fluttering around that spot and it started to tickle. She was surprised that she was ticklish there and she couldn’t help but laugh. She was shocked that her body could enjoy these feelings even though it was being forced upon her. When she heard Sylvia mentioning she had a ticklish pussy, that made her laugh even more, while her arousal defied her mind and grew rapidly. “hehehehe don’t tickle hehehe me there!” she giggled.
Sylvia couldn’t help but smile when she heard those cute giggles coming from Alice. She loved how responsive the pussy was to her touch, and she wanted to keep playing with her. She knew Ingrid was sucking on those toes and the feather in Rita’s hand was still titillating those perfect breasts. She moved her fingers right below the pussy and touched the perineum. She heard a cute squeal coming from Alice and she adored it. This moment was getting more erotic and even more fun as she tickled all around that area. She truly was a perfect specimen for a sex slave. She really started to think this one should be brought back to Christos because he loved women like this. She loved the giggles, but now it was time to rip an orgasm out of her. She stopped fluttering and now just slid her finger up and down the lips. She could feel the wetness and she kept playing with those folds. She saw the hips making a very slight grind and knew the sexual pleasure had to be building up. It was just a matter of time before this woman gave up her orgasm.
Ingrid continued slurp on those thick toes and enjoyed the moment. As she feasted on the digits, she could see what Sylvia was doing to the exposed and vulnerable pussy. She could also see the feather was moving slowly across the breasts and everything was getting more erotic. She then started to kiss the bottom of the foot. She wanted to tickle the foot again, but she could tell it was time to make Alice cum her brains out. Her lips loved the taste of the foot as she planted her lips on the ball of the foot. She could see the toes wiggling and she knew this woman had to be in lust. She also decided that when they were done with Alice, she was going to have to masturbate an orgasm out of her own body.
Rita loved feathering the perfect breasts before her. She heard those sweet giggles when Sylvia tickled the womanhood, but now she heard the giggles stop and she could see the look on Alice’s face. It was a mixture of confusion and pleasure. She knew the poor girl’s mind had to be in turmoil, feeling the most erotic pleasure, but knowing she was being tortured. She moved the feather to the left nipple and teased it. She wanted to keep pushing those buttons and drive her crazy. “Mmmm….so pretty. You are so pretty.” she cooed.
Alice felt intense pleasure in her body, and she was stunned. It was still unbelievable that this was happening to her and how much her body enjoyed it. That feather on her nipples felt incredible. The kissing touches on the bottom of her foot felt amazing. The touching of her special place really got her going and she feared that she was surrendering to their will. She felt her heart race and every nerve in her body was on high alert. She heard Rita’s soft words about her being pretty and it did feel nice. She started to wonder if she should fight the erotic feelings she was having. Some part of her did not want to surrender to these women, but the pleasure was so strong. Then she gasped as she felt something playing with her clitoris. That sensation wracked her body and now she was in full heat. The touch was tender, but it also felt very strong. She started to lose control of her body and was starting to surrender to the pleasure. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying her best to resist, but it was no use. “Noo…..please…..” she murmured.
Sylvia could hear those soft noises coming from Alice and she had her right where she wanted. She continued to play with the clit with her thumb and knew Alice was in intense sexual heat. She was going to make this woman surrender. She looked at that angelic face and smiled. “Alice….give me your orgasm. Just give it up. Once you do, you are all mine. Give it to me.” she told her.
Alice heard those words, and it appeared that if she were to have an orgasm, it meant her life was over. That what that woman wanted. She wanted to have her surrender her body. That made her want to resist. That made her want to fight for her own freedom it seemed. The pleasure was incredible, but she had to keep fighting. She had no idea how long she could hold out as the feathering, kissing of her feet, and the pussy play was very powerful. She looked at Sylvia’s face and saw a look of determination. It frightened her because this moment was all about willpower. Either she fights it off, or she was doomed to be a sex slave. Then she gasped in surprise when she felt something entering her vagina. She could already guess it was a finger and now she knew she was in trouble. “Noooooo….please…..mmmmmm….please don’t…..do that…..mmmmmmm” she moaned.
“That’s right. Be a good girl and give it up to me. You know you can’t resist this pleasure. You know your body is no longer yours. It will belong to me. You can’t fight this. Give…..me…..your…..cum.” Sylvia said in a determined voice. She knew that mentally toying with a victim would make them feel horrible once they did orgasm. She could feel how wet and juicy the pussy was at this moment as her finger continued to bang inside the sweet pussy, and her thumb was still playing with the clit. She fingerbanged harder and could hear the slopping noises. Once she saw Alice’s eyes fluttering, she knew she had her. “Give it to me. Give it to me you horny slut!” she demanded.
Alice felt that finger grinding harder into her, and she felt that incredible urge to orgasm building. She was still tied down, naked and completely helpless to these women. The kissing touches on her foot moved to her arch and even though it tickled a little, it sent another jolt of sexual pleasure throughout her body. The nipple teasing continued and she knew she had no chance. But she wanted to keep fighting because now if she did have an orgasm, it meant she was a sex slave according to Sylvia. She continued to fight the feeling with everything she had, but it was no use. The clit play started to form that orgasmic wave and now she was slipping into that pleasure. She could feel the incredible sensations and now her body was on edge. “Nooo….please don’t make me orgasm….please don’t make me…..” she begged.
“You WILL orgasm. You are a dirty little *****, destined to be a sex slave. I will take your cum whether you want to or not. We both know you DO want to give it to me because you ARE a sex slave.” Sylvia said, still trying to play the mind games with her victim. She wanted Alice to feel defeated once she did orgasm, which would then break her will.
Alice heard those words, and she knew she had lost the battle. The pleasure felt very good, especially after all the tickle torture. As the orgasm started to crest, she knew once it hit, her life was over. A sadness within her started to rise and then her orgasm hit! She felt the incredible pleasure finally spilling over and her body started to rock. She curled her toes very tight, and her fists were balled up. The pleasure poured out of her, and she felt amazing. “MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM OH YES…..YES!!!” she cried out.
Sylvia smiled when she felt that orgasm pouring out. She could feel how much wetter the pussy became, and she could see that body shaking a little. She felt proud that she was able to tear that orgasm out and now it was time to finish the breaking of the mind. She slowly pulled her fingers out and got closer to Alice’s face. She waited a little bit until the eyes were opened. She could see her breathing hard and heard those sweet little cooing noises. Once the eyes slowly opened, it was time to destroy her. “Yep, you are all mine, and you taste great….” she said, the licked her pussy-soaked fingers right in front of Alice’s face.
Alice felt a tidal wave of pleasure as she was coming off her orgasm. She felt this sense of relief and everything felt peaceful. It was as though her body needed that kind of release after all the torture she went through. She felt tingles all over her body and she was breathing hard. She only had one sexual experience before, and this feeling was far greater than that one. She slowly opened her eyes and then she saw Sylvia’s face right there. It startled her and the facial expression worried her. She then watched in disbelief as she saw the woman’s fingers near her face and now, they were being licked. Seeing that her own love juices were being licked really bothered her. This woman had just conquered her sexually and shame washed over her body like a tsunami. She could not believe that another woman had just made her have the best orgasm she ever felt. It also meant that she was not strong enough and she was going to be a sex slave going forward. That woman had won and now sadness started to pour from her. Her eyes filled with tears, and she just wanted to let all of her emotions out. “Why? Why did you sob have to do this…this….this to me? sob I didn’t sob do anything to you….” she cried.
“You looked cute, that’s what you did. Now, when your holes are filled every day, you will look back on this day with pride. You are now ours, Alice. No one is coming to save you. You will no longer have your freedom. You will do whatever your master tells you to do. I think I might even send you to Greece. Someone there would love to fuck this innocent body of yours daily. Hell, another woman there would do that too. Say goodbye to your life, *****.” Sylvia said, then moved away from Alice. She knew her work was done because it wouldn’t be long before Alice was an emotional wreck.
Rita was stunned as she watched that entire interaction. She knew Alice had her orgasm, and after listening to Sylvia’s words and those cries from Alice, she knew that woman was done for. It was an amazing experience because of the mind games Sylvia played worked to perfection. She looked at Sylvia walking away and she was in awe. That was a very dangerous woman, and these poor slaves did not stand a chance against her. She wondered what would happen when other slaves would show up. They would all be wrecked by this woman and that made her feel a little intimidated That same woman did break Ingrid, and now she saw her destroy Alice. She also heard about how the owner of the largest cattle company was also subjected and broken by her. She prayed that she would never cross her in the wrong way. Rita then turned her attention back to Alice and could see that look of defeat and total sadness on that face. She saw the poor girl crying and knew she was done for. She leaned her head down and planted a kiss on her forehead. She then whispered into her ear. “You will be ok. You will be ok.”
Ingrid felt really excited as she watched Sylvia destroy another victim. She enjoyed this moment because she got to kiss some feet and tickled them. She went over to Sylvia and smiled. “Hey, good job! She will never be the same again.” she said with a lot of admiration in her voice.
“It was fun. Alice is no more and now we can focus on getting more victims. It looks like the potion worked just enough. Tomorrow, we will see if Alice here still remembers what just happened. So, can you watch over her tonight? You can play with her if you want, I don’t care. I just want to make sure business is set up back in Plotsville. I will go back with Rita and return sometime in the late morning. Have fun with her. Hehehe” Sylvia instructed, then patted Ingrid on the shoulder. She knew the thief would have her way with Alice and she loved it. She then went over to Rita and smiled. “Ok, let’s get back to Plotsville. We need to find more victims and bring back some others to watch over them. Your shift is done. Great job by the way with the feathering. Alice had no choice but to submit to the pleasure. You are very good at that….” she told her.
Rita smiled at the compliment and felt a little good about it. She still felt a little bad hearing Alice starting to cry, but she also knew that this was her new role, and she had to get used to it. “Thank you. I love feathering. It brings out such great sensations. Hehehe if you are game, I could demonstrate on you.” she said with a wink.
“Heheh I bet you would. Come on, let’s go. We have work to do.” Sylvia responded, then started to walk away. She did like the idea of feathering, but she would do it to Rita instead. She did not want to show any of her own sensual side. She wanted to remain in full control because she was the one who was in charge of this operation for this location. She also knew if she showed a vulnerable side, it could inspire Marge and the others to potentially turn on her. They were criminals just like she was, so she had to be leery of them. She finally made it to the outside and got back into the carriage. Rita got into the driver’s seat, and they took off. Sylvia looked outside the carriage and could see the night sky and she felt excited. The trafficking operation had begun, and she looked forward to finally going after Deputy Darby Reeves!
La Diabla walked the streets of Ciudad Azteca and still felt distraught. It had been thirty minutes since she saw her mother in imminent danger, and it really got to her. She was happy both Gabby and Veronica were with her at the moment. They were giving her great emotional support and that was desperately needed. She had a hard time focusing on what her assignment was. Priscilla wanted to have her bring back a hapless woman so they could end up being a sex slave. She had no idea who they were going to capture. Veronica suggested it should be a woman they would normally rob, so it would be a little easier, but at the same time, they had to force someone to lose their freedom. She knew she had no choice. It was either the innocent woman, or her mother’s life. She’d would die for her mother, so someone had to be kidnapped in order to keep her mother safe. The fiesta was still going on and they saw so many people having a good time. She looked towards her friends and grimaced. “Who the hell are we going to take? I see so many women here, but they look happy. They are having fun. One of them has to be a sex slave?” she asked.
Gabby felt nervous as she was looking around the crowds. She really felt horrible for La Diabla and could only imagine the emotional pain she had to be in. She wished she was inside with the outlaw when it was discovered her mother was kidnapped because she could have possibly done something to save her and destroy Priscilla at the same time. She still wanted to kill Priscilla because of Veronica being kidnapped. Now, they had to kidnap someone else so they could end up as a sex slave. She heard La Diabla’s question, and she sighed. “I don’t know. I am trying to find one we would normally rob. Some bitch of a woman would be good. Come on, there has to be one! Do you see anything, Vero?” she asked.
Veronica sighed in frustration as she could not spot a target that would be ok to take and subject them to sex slavery. She was so worried about La Diabla and her mother. She had never seen the outlaw so emotionally distraught before. She could only imagine the pain she was in. She wanted to help her so badly. She wished she went inside with La Diabla when she met Priscilla, and she could have possibly stopped all of this. Now they were snared in that evil woman’s plans, and they had to do something. She shook her head and sighed again. “No. Dammit, don’t bitches party too?” she asked.
La Diabla felt sad because if they couldn’t find a woman they would normally rob, it meant that some innocent young lady was about to have her life ruined forever. She thought about Cheyenne for a moment. She thought about how young she was, and how her life was almost completely destroyed because she was captured and being prepared as a sex slave. At this moment, she saw a lot of pretty young ladies, but they reminded her of Cheyenne. They had these smiles on their faces, and they were just enjoying life. She didn’t know what she was going to do. “Argh!!! There has to be someone we can take.” she said in frustration.
“I know. There has to be someone!” Gabby added in frustration. She continued to walk the streets and then she noticed something. She stared at a scene across the street and was intrigued. She saw a woman who appeared to be a little older, wagging her finger at a street vendor. She appeared to be scolding the man, and she wanted to get a closer look. “Hey, I think I see something. Wait right here.” she told her friends, then headed across the street.
“Listen to me! You are ripping me off! I want my money back!” a lady screamed.
“Senora! All prices are final. Besides, you dropped the ornament. I saw you do it. I can’t give you your money back when you are the one who damaged it.” the vendor replied.
“I beg your pardon!! I did not drop this cheap crap! You must be hallucinating!” the woman yelled back. She then threw the ornament back at the vendor and felt very upset. “Keep your crap! I have the right mind to go to the authorities and report you! You make me sick!” she yelled, then walked away.
Gabby watched the interaction, and a smile formed on her face. She knew that woman was lying to the vendor because of her demeanor. She figured the woman was a bit older, perhaps around her late 20s to early 30s. She was dressed in a nice dress and had some jewelry. The way she talked to the man made her believe this woman thought she was better than others. She started to feel excited because she might have just located the perfect target. She hurried back across the street and approached La Diabla and Veronica. She also kept her eye on the woman, so they could follow her. “Hey, I think I found our target. Follow me.” she told them.
La Diabla looked over and saw the woman that Gabby was now pointing at. She could tell by the way the woman was walking; she had an attitude on her. She looked like the perfect target they would rob, but now they had someone to satisfy Priscilla and her evil plans. She followed Gabby and started to get a little excited. She knew she had to focus on her mind on the task at hand. She felt a tiny bit better, but it was still going to be hard to capture some woman and doom her life to sex slavery. Then an image of her mother’s face filled her mind and that was all she needed to go through with this mission. “Ok, let’s take care of business!” she told them.
The woman continued to walk down the street and was in a hurry. She was still upset that she couldn’t get her money back for that ornament. She knew she had broken the object herself because she dropped it, but she felt she should get her money back anyway. As she walked through the crowd, she noticed a woman approaching her. She was heavy set and had a smile on her face. She figured the woman was looking past her because so many people were on the streets and having a good time. The woman then stood right before her and smiled. “Can I help you?” she asked.
“I was wondering if you could tell me where the hotel is? I have been walking around a bit, and…hehehe…forgive me…I have been drinking a little and I feel lost. I think….yeah…hehehe I think the hotel is called Hotel del Sol….” Gabby asked, pretending to be a little drunk. She knew where the hotel was according to where they were currently standing, and it was the perfect set up. She looked at this woman and sized her up. She was about the same height as La Diabla, around 5’5” and had a slim body. She was wearing a red and green fancy dress and had some nice brown leather boots on her feet. She had a pretty face, and her hair was up in a bun.
The woman looked at Gabby and could tell she had been drinking. She did not like the way she was giggling and being drunk. That behavior always irritated her and now she had to deal with it. “Listen to me, the hotel is on the next street from here. You can even cut through that alley right there. Go there and stop embarrassing yourself.” she said in a huff.
“Through the alley? Are you sure? Hehehehe It really is that close?” Gabby continued. She started to get a little excited when she saw behind the woman and La Diabla and Veronica disappeared into that alley. Now she just had to get this woman to follow her in there and the trap could be sprung. “Do you think you can show me?” she asked.
“Ugh! Show you? Can’t you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth?” the woman said with anger in her voice. She wanted to leave this situation because the heavy-set woman was irritating her.
“Heheh I am so sorry to bother you. But can you just walk through there with me? I don’t want to fall hehehe and I will even give you some money.” Gabby requested. She could see the woman’s eyes light up when she mentioned money. After that argument with the vendor, she knew this woman wanted money.
“Fine! I will show you. How much money do you have?” the woman asked. She felt a little excited about the prospect of money since she felt she should have gotten some back with that vendor. Her eyes went wide when she saw the gold coins coming out from Gabby’s pocket. It was a lot more than what she paid for the ornament and started to think she could take advantage of Gabby. “Ok, how about you give me about half of what you got in your hand, and I will take you to the hotel myself. Besides, you are drunk, and we need to make sure you get there safe.” she said with a grin.
“DEAL! Hehehe Thank you! You are so nice. What is your name?” Gabby giggled. She was thrilled this woman fell right into her trap and couldn’t wait to execute it.
“My name is Rocio. Rocio Gutierrez. Now, let’s go to your hotel. Come on!” Rocio said, then started to head to the alley. She felt happy that she managed to get so much money for just taking someone to a hotel. Even though she was not a fan of drunk people, it was fun taking advantage of this one.
“Rocio. Pretty name for a pretty woman. Hehehe” Gabby giggled. She then followed Rocio into the alley, and she felt excited. This was the perfect set up and it was time to strike.
Rocio started to walk into the alley and saw two women leaning against the walls. She didn’t think anything of it because there were still so many revelers out on the street, even for this time at night. She just wanted to get through this alley and then take the money from this drunk woman. She got close to the women leaning against the wall and one of them had a very pretty face with long black hair and a black hat. She made eye contact with her, and she slightly smiled. She started to get a little nervous, but figured since it was two women, she would be ok. “Come on, right this way…” she said as she figured the woman was right behind her.
Veronica looked at the woman and knew it was time. She stepped right in front of her, halting her in her tracks. She then pulled out her gun and pointed it right at the woman’s face. “Get your hands up! Now!” she demanded.
La Diabla saw Veronica make her move and now it was her turn. She pointed her weapon right at the woman’s chest and smiled. “You heard her! Get your hands up and if you scream, you die!” she yelled.
Rocio froze in her tracks as she saw the two women pointing guns at her. It appeared she was about to get robbed and fear set in. She quickly lifted her hands in the air and had a look of pure fear in her eyes. She saw how menacing they looked at the moment, and she wanted to make sure she obeyed them so they wouldn’t harm her. “They’re up!! Please! Don’t hurt me!” she begged.
“Yeah, she will do nicely. She is pretty. Even for a bitch…..” Veronica smiled as she continued to point her gun at Rocio’s face. She felt a little nervous because they usually would follow a victim home, break in, tie them up and then have their ticklish way with them. Because they had to hurry back with a prisoner, they had to be a lot more aggressive. She then looked beyond the woman’s head and saw Gabby approaching her from behind. She smiled because she knew what the next step would be.
Gabby came from behind Rocio and felt a little nervous. This was the moment they had to subdue this woman and then take her away. She took the gun out of the holster and turned it around. She then swung the butt of the gun with some speed and connected with the back of Rocio’s head. She didn’t hit her too hard, but enough to stun the woman and knock her down. She saw her fall in a heap and stood over her. She looked at her lover and the outlaw and sighed. “Ok, looks like we have a prisoner.” she told them.
“Yeah, looks like we have one. Come on, let’s go.” La Diabla said in a very calm voice. She saw how hard Gabby hit the woman and she was certainly dazed. Even though the woman probably had a snotty attitude, she kind of felt sorry for her. This woman’s life was never going to be the same. Robbing her and tickle torturing her was one thing, dooming her life to sex slavery was another. She knew this was to keep her mother alive, otherwise she would not have participated. “Ok, let’s take her back to Priscilla.” she said softly.
Veronica could hear the tone of La Diabla’s voice, and she felt bad. There was no enthusiasm. There was no emotion. It sounded like a voice of loss. She knew what they were doing was too far and well beyond what they normally liked to do, but she understood why. This was for something more than just committing crimes. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Ok, let’s go. Baby, could you scoop her up? Remember, if anyone asks why we are carrying a knocked-out woman, it is because she is drunk.” she told the group.
Gabby scooped Rocio off the ground and now had her in her arms. The woman’s attitude was bad, but she knew deep down she didn’t deserve to be a sex slave. She looked at La Diabla and could tell she wasn’t fully into this moment. She felt terrible for her and hoped that this could start to bring some peace, even though this woman was eternally doomed. “Ok, let’s go.” she said, then started to walk.
La Diabla cleared her mind and knew she had to focus. Even though her heart was heavy, she knew she had a job to do. She had to focus her mind on her persona as “La Diabla”. She had to return to the ways she had before meeting amazing women like Darby and Cheyenne. She had to find that cruel persona once again, or she was going to fall apart, and Isabel would be in danger and possibly killed. She exited the alley and looked around. There were still a lot of people around and now it was time to put on an act. She told both Veronica and Gabby to act like revelers and make it seem like they had an exhausting night on the town. There were a few people looking their way since Gabby was carrying a knocked-out woman in their arms. She would jokingly say out loud that not all of them can hold their liquor anymore and someone needed a nap. It was hard for her to pretend that this was all fun, but it was what she had to do. Isabel’s life depended on it.
Veronica continued to pretend that they were all having fun and their quartet partied together, she felt anguish. She was more concerned about La Diabla’s mother than she was this woman. She looked around and soon they had arrived at the same building where it all went down with Priscilla. She felt nervous because this was the moment they were going to see Priscilla in person for the first time. She had met Priscilla under the scariest circumstances, but it would be the first for Gabby and knew how much she hated her for kidnapping her. She looked at her lover and her friend and took a deep breath. “Ok, here we go. Let’s get this over with.” she said.
Gabby had a half smile on her face as they entered into the building. She remembered the last time she was inside, and it was an enjoyable moment. She absolutely loved tickle torturing that woman from the Rurales, Rosa. Now, she wondered how she would feel once she came face to face with a woman she grew to hate. Not only did Priscilla have a strong past with La Diabla, but this same woman also had Veronica kidnapped. That would always fuel her hate and if given the opportunity, she would end Priscilla once and for all. She saw the same table that Rosa was tied down on and headed towards it. She continued to look around and no one was in there. She wondered if they were hiding upstairs and would come down soon. She also wondered if she would see La Diabla’s mother. It would be an amazing moment to meet the woman how gave birth to the notorious outlaw. Gabby laid down Rocio and then wiped her hands. “Ok, we got her here. What’s next?” she asked.
“Looks like you are an obedient woman…..” Priscilla said with confidence as she headed downstairs. She was thrilled that she finally managed to get into La Diabla’s head again, and loved making her suffer. She was a little nervous because she was not armed, and she only had Pilar and Maria with her. Isabel had been taken back to their hotel, and she had to use that to make sure La Diabla didn’t kill her right now. She also knew La Diabla’s friends would be here and hoped they were not dumb enough to try something. Isabel’s life was her ace card, and she was going to use it at all times. She made it to the bottom of the stairs and saw the outlaws standing there. She could see the look on La Diabla’s face, and also, she saw the look on Veronica’s face. That was a great sight because she remembered the last time she saw her, she was naked, tied down and was tickle tortured. She also saw Gabby’s face and saw a look of anger. Priscilla knew she had to make sure she remained in control because they all looked like they wanted to kill her. Her eyes then looked towards the table and saw a knocked-out woman lying on it. She had no idea who it was, but it also didn’t matter. That woman was going to be sent to her sex slave location, but she first wanted to put her in anguish, along with La Diabla. “You brought me a gift! How thoughtful. Hehehehe” she joked.
La Diabla felt her anger rising within her and she wanted to take out her gun and end this rivalry forever. She saw two other women coming down the stairs and looked to see if her mother was with them. She didn’t see those reddish boots her mother wore and felt some sadness when she didn’t see them. Her eyes looked towards the top of the stairs and no one else was coming down. Her heart started to beat faster, and she prayed her mother was still ok. “I did what you asked, now, where is my mother?” she said with a scowl.
“Hehehehe oh, La Diabla. It does my heart good to see you so concerned about sweet Isabel. You really do love your mother, don’t you? Here I thought you had a total black heart, but you do have some love inside it.” Priscilla responded with a grin. She felt like she was in control, even though the women she was looking at all had guns and she and her group didn’t. There was a certain excitement that she could control the women and made her feel powerful. She knew she had to have that mental edge over the outlaw, or she would most likely perish. “I bet you are wondering where Isabel is, right?” she asked.
La Diabla felt her anger growing within her body. She had to steel her nerves and calm her anger in order to make sure she didn’t lose control. She saw that smirk on Priscilla’s face, and it only made her angrier. “Where…is…..she?” she asked in a very angry tone.
“She is safe! For now, at least. We took her to another location where she is being watched. I don’t want to drag her around. I wanted to make sure she was secure somewhere and looked after. Her well-being is a concern of mine, and I know of yours. Hehehe” Priscilla lied. She had to give the illusion that someone could harm Isabel so she could maintain control. She saw the seething anger written all over the outlaw’s face and she felt good about it.
“I did what you asked, now free her! NOW!!!!” La Diabla demanded. Her adrenaline started to flow, and she really wanted all of this to end. She could see how calm Priscilla looked and it drove her wild. Her eyes also looked at Pilar and Maria and they had smiles on their faces, but also nervousness. She really looked at Pilar because that was the woman who had a knife to Isabel’s throat.
“You silly woman!! I am not done with you yet. This is only the beginning! Isabel right now is being watched. If I were you, I would not get any stupid ideas out of that tiny brain of yours because I gave orders that if something happens to me, or my associates here, then Isabel is to be killed instantly. You know how the men of the Montenegro gang operate. You KNOW they would kill her without thinking twice. So, if you want to see Isabel alive ever again, then you know nothing must happen to any of us. If I live, she lives. Her fate is tied to me. Got it?” Priscilla told her. She knew that threat wasn’t truly valid at the moment, but when the trafficking operation truly got underway, she would put Isabel under that kind of supervision. Her own life depended on it.
La Diabla felt her eyes watering up again hearing that threat. She knew just how dangerous the Montenegro gang was, especially after what they did to El Guapo’s gang. She knew what Priscilla said was true and it broke her heart. If Priscilla dies, then so would Isabel. She was being forced into servitude with this woman, and she hated it. She started to get really emotional but focused really hard and maintained her composure. She took a very deep breath, then exhaled slowly. “Ok….what do you want me to do now?” she asked.
Priscilla walked up to La Diabla and felt powerful. The last time she had control over her, the outlaw was naked and a broken, emotional mess. Having her fully clothed, and alert was even better. It meant that even with her not physically worn down, she still controlled her. She wanted to do a happy dance, but didn’t want to push too far. She looked at the face of her greatest enemy and smiled. “I want you to demonstrate to my associates just how talented you are in torturing women. I have never forgotten what you did to me twice! I did not forget how you even got Phoebe Wellington, and that red headed bitch Darby involved too. I truly hate you, but I will admit you are very skilled at torturing. So, do it to that bitch you brought here. Show everyone just how good you are. You do that, and your mother stays safe. For now….” she instructed.
La Diabla could feel herself filled with rage but also love. Love for her mother and her safety. She could see and feel the smugness of Priscilla and she wanted to destroy her. She did remember torturing her twice. Once in her own home, and the other in Santa Selena. She tickled that woman until she broke. She even had Darby and Phoebe help in Santa Selena. It was such a proud moment. She rolled her eyes and then headed back towards the table. She saw the unconscious woman on the table, and it was time to get to work. She had to remember to focus on her persona. That would be the only way she could get through this and protect her mother. She looked over at Gabby and Veronica and could see the concern on their faces. “Come on, let’s get to work.” she told them in a sullen voice.
“Before you do, why don’t you properly introduce me to your little friends here, well one of them is not little, but you know what I mean. Hehehe” Priscilla taunted. She looked at the two companions and knew she had them too. She recognized Veronica and now it was time to put her in her place as well. “Wait, is that……Veronica? Hehehehe Good to see you again. You escaped from me but looks like you are back. Is your pussy ok?” she taunted.
Veronica heard those words, and her body filled with anger, but also sadness. She started to remember what happened to her when they were last in Ciudad Azteca. She had been kidnapped and tickle tortured all over her body. She was even forced to orgasm. The two companions of Priscilla were standing there and her memories flooded back over how much they tortured her. “You bitch….” she muttered.
Gabby heard those taunts and rage filled her body. She never forgotten how much Veronica suffered at the hands of those women in the room and now her lover was being reminded. She knew they were here for La Diabla, but she wanted to kill Priscilla. She started to withdraw her gun, but La Diabla placed her hand on hers and prevented her from pulling the gun. “YOU BITCH!!!! You are going to pay for what you did to her!” she yelled.
“Gabby, I know you want to kill her, not as much as I do right now, but my mother. Please think of my mother. For me, please.” La Diabla said in a pleading voice. She knew just how angry Gabby was and remembered how heartbroken she was when Veronica was being held captive. It took all of her own emotional strength to hold back her friend, but she had to. She looked over at Priscilla and scowled. “Look, I will do what you say, but don’t taunt my friends. Please, just focus on me.” she told her.
“Hehehehe looks like fat girl is a little angry with me. Hey, business is business, right? You stole that diamond from me, and now I am getting my revenge. Maybe next time you won’t interfere in my business. As for you, fat girl, you yell at me again and your friend’s mother dies. It is that simple. Now close your mouth. You need to anyway after all the food you must eat.” Priscilla taunted. She really loved the feeling of power she had over these women. She managed to get all three of them under her control in one way or another. Her eyes then went over to Veronica, and she wanted to mess with her mind again. “And you, you look so different with clothes on. I did like your naked body. Maybe you should strip for us and let us play with you again. Pilar over here really likes you. She wants to make you cum again.” she teased.
Veronica felt rage in her body as she heard Priscilla taunting her. She already knew Gabby was in a rage and La Diabla was heartbroken, so she had to calm her own emotions down. She knew what the consequences of action right now would be. She saw the look on Pilar’s face, and she was sticking her tongue out near her fingers, simulating oral sex on a woman. That really made her angry but also made her remember how those two associates truly dominated her body. They tickled her all over and they sexually dominated her. “You are going to pay one day. When you do, we are truly going to enjoy it.” she responded in a cold voice.
“Hehehehe sure. Now, can you three get to work? I need to see if you are good enough. I know La Diabla is, but can the slut and the fat girl perform just as well?” Priscilla told them. She saw the glare in their eyes and knew even though she was in control with Isabels’ life on the line, she had a feeling she had better stop with the taunts to avoid suicide missions from their part. She calmed herself down and looked at them with a smile. “Look, I am just having fun. Calm down, bitches. You would do the same to me. Now, let’s see what you can do as a group.” she told them.
La Diabla shook her head and hated Priscilla having this much control over them. Isabel’s face appeared in her head again and that got her focused. She looked at both Gabby and Veronica and nodded her head. “Listen, we all want to kill her and those two stooges. When my mother is free, we will do that and enjoy every single moment of it. Let’s take care of this woman lying here. We have to destroy her, so use the anger you feel for Priscilla and take it out on this woman. You know what we need to do. This is killing me, but I would literally do anything to save my mother. Understand?” she told them.
“Yeah, I know. It is just that she has that stupid smile on her face. I want to just tear it off of her and shove it up her ass. You are our friend, and we are willing to do anything to help you. So, let’s do what we do and wreck this bitch lying on the table.” Gabby told them in a soft voice. She understood what was needed to be done in this situation. Rage felt good and really should have taken place, but like her mentor said, there was a bigger goal in mind. Knowing how emotionally destroyed La Diabla was at the moment, she figured she would be able to focus and get the job done. She was really concerned about Veronica as well. She was the one who suffered before, and she could not get revenge at the moment. “Hey baby, you ok?” she asked her.
Veronica saw Gabby looking at her and she nodded her head. This was a very emotional moment, and she had to make sure she was ok as well. She knew what they needed to do, and the focus had to be there. “Yea, I am ok. I can’t wait until we get our revenge. I truly hate that woman.” she said in a soft voice.
La Diabla nodded her head, and she felt horrible for her two friends. She knew they were also affected emotionally by the entire situation. They were now drawn into her rivalry with Priscilla and it hurt her own feelings. She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. It was now time to ignore the evil blond woman and now torture the knocked-out woman they had captured. She then started to get the ropes she saw on the ground, which were put there by Priscilla’s companions. She started to tie the wrists above the woman’s head, and they were spread. She watched Veronica and Gabby slipped off the woman’s boots, so they could easily tie her ankles. She saw the left boot slip off by Veronica, and then the right boot from Gabby. The woman was wearing brown stockings, and she knew those feet were in trouble. Her eyes looked back at the woman’s face, and she did find it pretty. She had to think of this woman as one of their robbery victims, so she could torture her and get the job done. Once she finished the tying of the wrists, she looked at Gabby and Veronica one more time and nodded her head. It was time to play with this woman and send her to hell. She started to lightly tap the right cheek and heard the woman starting to stir.
“Mmmmm….W-What happened?” Rocio muttered as she started to come out of her daze. She was completely knocked out and now her cheek was being touched. She fluttered her eyes, and her mind started to awaken as well. She then started to try and touch her face but noticed she could not move her arms. That made her jolt herself awake and now she realized she couldn’t move, and she was inside some kind of room. She started to remember what happened, and fear took over. She was supposed to show some woman where her hotel was but then was confronted by two women in the alley and saw guns drawn at her. The next thing she knew, she saw blackness and now she was in a room, and she couldn’t move. She looked towards her right wrist and saw that rope was tied around it and that frightened her. Then she looked at her left wrist and it was also tied down. She noticed someone standing near her left wrist and when her eyes looked up and saw that face, she panicked. The face was very beautiful, but it was also the face of one of the women who pulled a gun on her. “W-Who are you??? Why am I here? HELP!!! SOMEONE HELP!!!” she screamed.
La Diabla heard that fear and some parts of her enjoyed listening to it. There was still something very exciting about torturing a woman and this one looked like she would be a lot of fun. She was also concerned about her screaming because her yells were quite loud. If someone were to hear them, they could come in, and ruin everything. Priscilla would be forced to flee, and she might never see Isabel ever again alive. She leaned her head closer to the woman’s face and had to talk to her. “Shh!! Be quiet! If you want to stay alive, you better listen to me. Understand?” she told her.
Rocio nearly had a heart attack when she heard those words. This woman was threatening to kill her, and she froze. Fear gripped her body because she had no idea why they knocked her out and had her in this room. Her face then looked towards her feet, and she gasped in terror again when she saw the other woman who drew a gun on her and to her right foot, she saw the woman she was supposed to take to the hotel. She realized she was tricked into going into that alley by that woman and now she was trapped. She looked at all three of them again and she was very scared. “W-Who are all of you? W-Why do you have me here? I-I don’t have any money….” she said with her voice shaking.
“You are here because you have to be. You see, I have some goals in mind, and you are simply part of it. Now, I am guessing you like to live. If you follow my directions, your chances of living are much, much higher. But if you act stupid, well, there is no telling what might happen to you. You are a pretty woman, which makes you future occupation easier. First things, first. What is your name?” La Diabla told the woman. She started to settle into her “persona” and it was time to execute the mission. She loved looking at this woman shaking in fear and the torture was going to be fun. She also knew she had to get a gag, so this woman can scream and not alert all of Ciudad Azteca.
“Rocio…my name is Rocio.” Rocio responded. She felt great fear in her body as she looked at the outlaw’s face. She still could not believe this was happening to her and she listened closely to the voice of the woman. The words she said terrified her because she mentioned her future occupation. She had no idea what that meant, but she did know her life was in danger. This was easily the most terrified she had been in her entire 30 years of life. “W-What are you going to do to me? Please don’t hurt me.” she whined.
“If you act appropriately, then no true harm will come to you. But if you defy me, well, no promises.” La Diabla told her. She then moved her own face even closer. She looked into Rocio’s eyes and saw utter fear. She felt that feeling of truly tormenting this poor woman, so she could get her mother back. “Now, listen closely. Me and my friends are going to have a little fun with you. To be honest, if your body reacts a certain way, then it will not be fun for you. You are going to suffer. You will wish for death instead. I have to do what I have to do to prepare you for the next phase of your life.” she told her.
Rocio’s soul left her body when she heard those ominous words. The way that woman sounded, bad things were about to happen to her, and she was going to suffer. She felt her emotions building and she didn’t hesitate begging for her life. “PLEASE DON’T HURT ME!!! I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING TO YOU!!! PLEASE LET ME GO!!!” she cried out.
La Diabla heard those words, and she had mixed emotions. She always did enjoy torturing a woman, but this moment was different. She knew she had to break this woman, and it appeared it wouldn’t take long, but she still felt bad that this woman’s life was never going to be the same afterwards. Still, she had to do what she had to do. The power in this woman’s voice made her realize that a gag would be necessary. She looked over at Priscilla and saw that smirk. She truly hated this moment, but she had no choice. “Since you supplied ropes, I take it you have a gag as well. Or do you want this woman to bring all of Ciudad Azteca here to us?” she told her.
Priscilla shook her head hearing La Diabla’s words. She knew the outlaw was correct. She did not want to draw unnecessary attention to this location. There were still a lot of people out on the streets, enjoying the fiesta and could possibly hear the screams. She looked over at Pilar and nodded her head. “Get her a gag.” she instructed.
UP NEXT: Rocio continues to suffer and Rita feels guilty.
Ok fans, how did you enjoy this one? Poor Alice. She went through a lot and there is no happiness in her future at the moment. You can only imagine how she feels. Now, another woman in Mexico is going to go through the same thing. Priscilla is one evil woman. She is definitely my favorite villain of this entire saga. I hope you enjoyed this part! Thank you all for reading and enjoying. Your comments are most welcomed and encouraged!
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PART 5
Rita looked at Ingrid, tormenting Alice and she was amazed. She never got to really see Ingrid in action when she wore that mask. She liked the idea of the mask because it would terrorize the victims. Now, she could see how talented her friend was in tickle torture. She had witnessed Ingrid tickling someone before, but that was backstage with all the other dancers. She saw how the fingers were stroking all over the stomach and she was curious if the effects of the potion kicked in. There was such a tiny amount, and she hoped it did have some effect. She heard Sylvia talking to her and she turned to her left and looked at the beautiful assassin. It was still surreal that the same woman that accompanied Mandy on that one night was now here with her, and they were operating a sex trafficking ring for a woman that was in Mexico. She still had mixed emotions about the whole thing because she felt bad that someone that looked as innocent as Alice was doomed forever to be someone’s sex toy. She was so young. She was only 18 years old and had her whole life ahead of her. Now, she was doomed to this miserable life. She saw that grin on Sylvia’s face, and she nodded her head. “Yeah, she is. She truly loves tickling people. She is very good at it too. Hehe” she responded.
“I can’t wait to touch her myself. I like how she tickles her tummy. I bet she is really ticklish everywhere. She also has the cutest laugh.” Sylvia said with a smile. She saw the blond hair whipping around and those cute sounds of laughter echoing throughout the room. She could wait to torture the young woman and break her soul.
“Hehehe She does.” Rita responded in agreement. She knew that Sylvia wanted to tickle her, but she wondered what her role would be. Three women tickling Alice seemed like too much for one victim. She would like to tickle her, but also knew Sylvia wanted to torment her. “So, what will I do with her?” she asked.
Sylvia watched as Ingrid continued to tickle the stomach area and loved those sweet giggles. She heard Rita asking her what her role was, and she smiled. She looked at her and winked. “Simple, after I finish shaving her pussy and making her cum, you will help Ingrid tickle her. The feelings will be so overwhelming for her, especially after orgasm.” she advised.
“You are really going to make her cum, huh? That will be an interesting moment. She looks so young, so innocent. She probably hasn’t been touched much, let alone touched by another woman.” Rita said. She shivered a little as a high pitch scream echoed throughout the room.
“That is even better. Once a buyer finds out she is pristine with her sexual activities, the higher the price we can charge him. They really love that. They want to be the ones to defile the slaves.” Sylvia grinned. She heard another high-pitched squeal and looked at what Ingrid was doing. It appeared she was now playing with the belly button
Ingrid had her fingers inside the belly button and was spinning them around as fast as she could. She loved how sensitive Alice was there and continued to spin her fingers. Her eyes looked down at the navel and could see her fingers in motion. She also noticed how pink the skin was around the stomach. She had worked so much on that stomach with her fingers and now the skin was paying a price. She wondered how much torture Alice could take. She also had no idea if she was feeling extra ticklish or this was her normal level. Marge had asked her to report back to see if the two drops of the potion were effective. She then giggled to herself when she figured she could simply ask Alice. She stopped spinning her fingers and took them out of the belly button. She waited a few moments for the poor lady to catch her breath. “Hey Alice, I got a question to ask you.” she said.
Alice started to breathe again after that tickling attack. She still could not believe this was happening to her and it really started to weigh on her spirit. She was trapped, half naked and was going to be a sex slave. She was being tickled tortured and didn’t even know why she had to endure that. She felt her body temperature being high, and she could feel herself starting to sweat. That navel tickling was pretty bad, and it was worse because she could not move her body. She was trying her best to get air back into her lungs and then she heard those words. She looked at her masked attacker and prayed this was over. “Please….let me go. I-I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be a sex slave. You have to let me go. Please, I am begging you to let me go. This is torture!” she pleaded.
“I know. That’s what makes it fun. Now, back to what I was saying. I have a question for you.” Ingrid told her, then started to softly caress the palm of her hand over the belly area. She wanted to help soothe Alice and make her feel a little relaxed. That would help in torturing her again because it would be unexpected. She noticed the body started to flinch from this simple touch and she smiled.
Alice felt really nervous when the hand started to softly sweep across her stomach. For some reason it started to tickle, which made no sense to her. It wasn’t a strong tickle to get her to laugh hysterically, but it was enough to make her feel uncomfortable. She felt her feet waving around and she still tried in a futile effort to get her limbs free. She looked at the masked woman and wondered what she was going to be asked. “W-What…..hehe….do you want to ask me?” she asked nervously and realized a slight giggle game out.
Ingrid heard the little giggle, and it appeared that she may have answered her own question, but she still wanted to engage with this pretty woman and have some fun. She paused her belly stroking and looked directly into her eyes. “My question is, do you feel more ticklish? More than you normally are?” she asked.
Alice was confused by that question. This strange woman wanted to know if she was extra ticklish or not. It seemed like a trap designed to get her to admit just how ticklish she was. This person was already tickling her and now she could be playing mind games with her. She did feel more ticklish than she usually would but wondered why there was such an interest other than wanting to make her suffer. “I-I have always have been really ticklish.” she answered.
“I can guess that, silly. But are you MORE ticklish it seems?” Ingrid asked. She then looked at those vulnerable ribs and figured that was her next target.
“I-I guess so. I mean, you are clearly torturing me, and I seem more ticklish than when my friends do it.” Alice answered honestly. She figured she was more ticklish now because she was being tortured, and nothing more unusual. She was a little confused that she felt a little arousal, but dismissed it being related.
Ingrid looked at Alice and wondered if the potion was taking affect. The answers she got were typical. Someone could feel more ticklish when it was under duress. She experienced that herself when Sylvia captured her and tickled her all over. She then remembered the other side effects of the potion and figured she would check something. She reached her hands forward and grabbed the top of the bra cup on the right breast. With a quick pull down of the cup, she managed to expose the right nipple. Her eyes grew wide with excitement as she saw that small bright pink nipple. It looked absolutely amazing, and she felt her own lust growing. Her eyes then noticed something. The nipple was very stiff and now it was possible that this victim was aroused. She let go of the bra cup, which covered the nipple again and she started to giggle. “Oohh! Hehehehe you have a very cute nipple! I like that! And I think you like me! I think you like what I am doing to you because your nipple was so stiff! Alice, are you turned on right now? Hehehe” she teasingly asked.
Alice was in a state of shock when she felt her bra cup get pulled down and her right breast was exposed. That was such a helpless and humiliating feeling. No one, except for that one boy, had ever seen her naked breasts. She was absolutely shocked that her nipple was exposed and after hearing her tormentor’s words, she realized that she was a lot more aroused than she thought. She noticed that her nipples were indeed very stiff, and she was puzzled. She was not attracted to this person. She couldn’t even see their face. She suspected it was a woman doing this to her, but without seeing the face, this could really be an ugly man or woman. Her brain started to spin because she was confused why she was getting horny. “Y-You saw m-my nipple!” she said in shock.
“Hehehe yes! I saw your nipple! It is really cute! I will see more of it later! Now, back to my question. Do you feel turned on right now? Don’t lie! Your nipple tells a story!” Ingrid teased. She could see Alice blushing and that got her excited. She really wanted to tease the young woman and get her body even more sensitive.
Alice didn’t know how to respond. She did feel some arousal in her body, but she felt incredibly embarrassed. That masked woman exposed her nipple and was continuing to point it out that her nipples were stiff. She felt incredibly shy at the moment, and she wished she could just dig a hole, jump in it and just bury herself. “Please….leave me alone.” she whimpered.
“Awwww….poor Alice is shy right now. Let me make you feel better! I can do one of two things. I could either make you laugh, or make you moan. Which do you prefer?” Ingrid asked. She started to really get excited because she was going to touch that body once more. She really wanted to tickle the life out of her, but the thought of sexually teasing her would be just as fun.
Alice heard that offer and she shivered. Neither option sounded good for her, and she was reaching a panic. Then, something dawned on her. She didn’t notice it till now, but this attacker knew her name. She never said her name to her, so how would this attacker know who she was? She wondered if this person was stalking her, which would make it all the scarier. “H-How do you know my name?” she asked with nervousness in her voice.
Sylvia stepped out of the shadows once she heard that question. She figured it was time to reveal herself and start to participate in the torture of the young woman. She made eye contact with Ingrid and then she smiled. “Because I told her your name….” she said with a cold voice.
Alice gasped when she heard another voice in the room. It was bad enough this masked woman was here, but now there was someone else! This was not going well for her and her heart started to beat much faster. There was some relief that it was a woman’s voice she heard, but she was still trapped, and she was still being tortured. “W-Who said that? How do you know my name?” she called out.
Sylvia then stepped to the left side of Alice’s body and looked down at her. She could see that very pretty face, and that long blond hair was already a mess. She loved the fear in her eyes and what really gave her a thrill was that she could see in Alice’s eyes that she recognized her. “Remember me?” she asked with a sinister smile.
Alice’s jaw dropped when she saw the other person coming into her view. She looked to her left and saw a familiar face. It was the same woman she met at the burlesque show! She was in total shock that the woman was here and then it dawned on her. That same woman planned to do this to her. That could be the only explanation. Now she really felt fear and tried to struggle in her bonds. “YOU??? H-HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME? You were so nice….” she said with panic in her voice, then started to sound very scared.
“I am nice! I did enjoy speaking to you and your friends. When I first laid eyes on you, I knew you were going to be special. My friend here is having fun with you, and so will I. You will make such a great sex slave! You are so pretty that you are going to command a very high price! Hell, I bet my employer in Greece might make you part of his harem. You really do have a sweet body on you.” Sylvia told her as she looked over Alice’s body again. She saw those fearful blue eyes of her victim and knew she had already destroyed her mind. Now it was time to destroy her body and her will.
Alice felt the urge to cry when she realized this woman kidnapped her on purpose. Hearing that she was going to be a sex slave again broke her heart. She didn’t think she deserved to be a sex slave as she never bothered anyone. She was happy being 18 years old and wanted to start to make a life for herself. Now, she truly regretted going to the burlesque show. That visit may have ruined her life forever. Then she started to worry about her friends. Was it possible they could also be in this same location? Could they also be in danger of being sex slaves? “What did you do to my friends? Did you take them too? Why are you doing this to us?” she asked with fear.
“Hehehe no, we just took YOU. Your friends are safe, I think. I don’t really care. I wanted you. You are the prettiest in that group, so you will definitely be a nice price tag. Now, I am tired of you being scared. You sound pathetic. I think I need to hear you be happy! I need you to sound cheerful. No one likes a crying slave. So, let’s continue the festivities, shall we?” Sylvia taunted. She loved how scared Alice was and now it was time to torture her again. She nodded her head to Ingrid and looked forward to watching this pretty blond scream her head off.
Ingrid smiled under her mask as it was time to torture Alice again. She looked at those vulnerable ribs and then planted her fingers on each ribcage and started to gently press into them. She wanted to make sure they all fit within the “grooves” of the ribs and draw out the worst ticklish sensation. “Tickle tickle” she teased.
Alice felt fingers pressing into her ribcage and it caught her off guard. She was very ticklish on her ribs, and she immediately started to scream in laughter. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOO NOT THERE!!!!!!” she screamed.
Sylvia laughed when she heard that hysterical laughter and could see the look of ticklish anguish on Alice’s face. She loved the way the eyes were bulging, and the mouth was wide open, with the most beautiful laughter pouring out. She thought about how much fun they had torturing Phoebe, and now they were torturing this poor young woman. She looked over at Ingrid’s tickling fingers and it looked as though she was playing the piano with the way the fingers were moving. That greatly amused her, and she wanted to see more of it. She was surprised how much she started to like Ingrid. The small woman really had a knack and personality for this type of torture. She could see why she was so effective as the Tickling Thief. She was really enjoying her company and hoped they could have lots of fun while she was still in the Western Hemisphere. Even though she tortured her when they first met, she has been nothing but fun since then. “What song are you playing on her ribs?” she grinned.
Ingrid heard Sylvia’s question, and she giggled. She then thought of a tune in her head and really started to press her fingers into the ribs. She wanted to be careful not to do it too hard because it could cause pain. This was about tickling Alice, not hurting her. She then looked back and Sylvia smiled under her mask. “I am playing Beethoven’s 5th! Hahahaha” she joked.
Alice continued to scream in ticklish agony as she felt those fingers moving all over her ribs. This was the worst part about being tickled. She could not move at all. When she got into a tickle fight with a friend a couple of weeks ago, she could at least wrestle her and get a few tickles in herself. But now, these women had her completely helpless and she couldn’t do anything but laugh. She could hear them bantering with each other and that made everything so much worse. They were laughing at her agony. They wanted to ruin her life by making her a sex slave. She had no idea why she was even feeling horny. This was the worst day of her life, and she wished she could just pass out, so she didn’t have to suffer anymore. That hope faded when she felt some squeezes at the bottom of her ribcage. That was a very sensitive spot, and she couldn’t help but scream. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOT THERE!!! HAHAHAHA NOT THERE!!!!” she roared.
Rita still remained in the shadows and witnessed everything that was happening. Poor Alice was definitely suffering and there would be no escape for her. There would be no release, and there would be no brain fog. The poor young lady was going to remember this for the rest of her life. She wondered how Marge and the others were faring with Alice’s friends. When they rendered each of the girls unconscious, she did watch them strip the two others naked and start to tie them up. She could already guess they probably had orgasms by now. The difference between them and Alice was that the others would be going home. Naked, but home. Alice was going to end up naked but not going home. That still bothered her a little and she wondered if she could avoid this type of operation. It was her turn now, but she did look forward to just performing the other crimes. Ingrid appeared to enjoy herself, and she knew Marge would enjoy this. This just felt strange to her. She shuddered when she heard another high-pitched squeal coming from April. “Poor thing. She doesn’t stand a chance.” she thought to herself.
Sylvia loved that horrific shriek that came from Alice’s mouth. She had started to softly run the fingers of her right hand across the left exposed armpit. She wanted to start touching Alice’s body. She could see how ticklish she was and wanted to join in. She could feel the stubble on the armpit and knew she would have to shave that. She remembered Priscilla’s trademark and that there really shouldn’t be any hair on their slaves’ body, except for their head of hair. She looked at the underwear and looked forward to shaving that mound. Her eyes went back to the armpit, and she circled her fingertips across the outside circumference of the pit. She noticed how sensitive it was when she was on the inside edge. She looked at Alice’s face and the poor girl’s skin was red from all the screaming and laughing. Sylvia zipped her fingers across the surface of the armpit and heard another delightful squeal. She couldn’t help but smile. Alice’s laugh was infectious, and she loved how she was responding to her touch. She started to drum her fingertips in the armpit, and she could feel the body vibrating. She looked over at Ingrid who was now softly running her fingertips over the ribs, which was surely driving the victim crazy. “She sure is a screamer. I think our additive worked. I think she is naturally ticklish, but she seems more responsive. What do you think?” she asked Ingrid.
Ingrid heard the question and contemplated it. She continued to lightly stroke her fingers across the skin on the ribs and truly enjoyed the hysterical laughter. “You know, I think you might be right. I think she is naturally sensitive, but she does seem a little extra, right? Plus, her nipples were REALLY stiff, so I bet she is turned on. I bet her pussy is marinating for us right now. Hehehe” she joked.
Hehehe I think you are right. I think her pussy juices are simmering, ready for our meal later. Hmmm…..I know her armpit is ticklish, but what do you think will happen if I tickle them both at the same time? Think her head will explode?” Sylvia teasingly asked.
“I think so. Hey, let’s find out. You tickle both her armpits at the same time, and I will tickle both sides of her ribs at the same time. Let’s see if she completely loses her mind. Let’s push her right to the edge and let her dangle from there.
Alice felt extremely nervous as the tickling paused for a moment and heard the two women talking to each other. Her heart was racing, and her lungs were already burning. That rib tickling was devastating to her and she really wished they would stop trying to torture her. She looked over at Sylvia and watched as she talked to the hooded figure. She wondered how they knew each other. She then heard them saying she would lose her mind and then suddenly, she saw both of them looking at her. That frightened her to her core, and she started to fidget in her bonds. “W-What are you two going to do me? Come on, let me go! I-I don’t want this! Please…I am begging you!” she pleaded.
Sylvia smirked at Alice and then used her right hand to slowly pet the top of Alice’s head. She loved it when her victims were frightened. It made the torture a lot more fun for her. “You poor, pretty thing. You still have some fight left in you. Well, I think we need to take care of that. Alice, I want to warn you. You are going to suffer. You will feel such intensity in your body. You will probably wish for death, but I won’t let you die. I can honestly say, I am really going to love hearing you scream your pretty little head off.” she threatened.
Alice’s eyes went wide when she heard those ominous words and started to tug at her arms and her legs. She wanted to escape before something really bad happened to her. The sound of Sylvia’s voice really got to her and now she saw her two hands headed her way. Then fingers plunged into her armpits and at the same times he felt fingers pressing into her ribs. The sheer explosion of ticklish sensations tore right through her and she immediately screamed in laughter. “AAAAHHHHHHHNOOOOOOOOOO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH GAWD IT TICKLES!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP!!!! STOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPP!!!” she screamed.
“Hehehe yes, I am sure it does. We are going to tickle you and tickle you and tickle you and tickle you and we are never…….never……going to stop.” Sylvia told her with a hint of sadism in her voice. Her fingers started to dig a little deeper into the pits and she saw that look of sheer anguish on Alice’s face. She saw her writhing around as much as possible and the sound of her laughter filled the entire facility. She used the pads of her fingertips to massage circles into the flesh. She could feel how tight they were and really loved this woman’s body. She watched as the head was rocking side to side, those white teeth glaring and those eyes shut tight. She felt a sense of calm as she listened to those screams. It soothed her knowing she was tormenting this young lady and wanted to break her will, then humiliate her. That would make her a great sex slave and wondered who would actually purchase her. She giggled to herself when she thought she might even bring her along with Darby back to Greece. She knew Christos’ tastes, and Thalia’s, and this pretty girl fit that description. She then looked at Ingrid and could see her fingers going to work on those vulnerable ribs.
Ingrid heard that maniacal laughter and she felt her nipples throbbing. There was something sweet about that laughter. She found those spots on the ribs that really sent powerful sensations throughout the body and wanted to keep pushing it. This style of tickling really suited her. She would get hapless women to give up their valuables, and now she could truly break their will. She wanted to see Alice suffer and her fingers did their best to make that happen. She rotated her fingers into the grooves of the ribs and heard that laughter increase. She wanted to make sure she did a great job, so that she could continue to play with the new sex slaves. She wanted to stand out and potentially become the new lead tormentor. Marge had to run a business, so she hoped that once Sylvia left after taking Deputy Darby, she would be here in charge of this facility, and she could play with the victims all the time. She was even curious about the employer of this operation. She heard the name Priscilla Montenegro and hoped to meet her one day. She also heard about Christos Andino and wanted to meet him too. Ingrid wanted to have more power and expand her own criminal activity. She loved Marge and she loved her fellow dancers, but now that she got a taste in this kind of action, she wanted more. She even considered the next time she robbed a woman in Plotsville to steal their jewels, she would kidnap them and bring them here. That would make her an even bigger legend in Plotsville. Her fingers continued to play with the ribs, and she moved them down to the lower ends of them. That seemed to be a hotspot, and she wanted to focus on there. She also noticed how much those breasts were moving. That was something she really looked forward to playing with.
Rita winced as she heard that high pitched laughter. Alice was really getting tormented, and she still had those mixed feelings. She loved watching women get tickled. It was very erotic to her and Alice was really pretty. But she still kept thinking about the sex slave part of it. She knew she shouldn’t feel this way but couldn’t help it. She even wondered if it was because she started to develop feelings for someone in Plotsville. She thought about Becky Lockhart, and she was really starting to like her. She wondered if she could have a love affair with her, but since Becky wanted to be a deputy, it would make little sense because of her criminal involvement with things. She thought about that cute face, and that gap between her teeth. She truly loved the sex they had with each other, and she loved how she was as a person. She wondered if she could get away from a life of crime, which included Marge and her criminal operation. She felt stuck and had to make the best of it. She still wondered exactly what she would be doing with Alice. Sylvia told her she would play with her while she got her pussy shaved, which would be humiliating for the young 18 year old. Rita looked over and could see the sheer look of joy on Sylvia’s face and even though Ingrid was wearing her mask, she knew her fellow dancer was enjoying herself. She imagined what it would be like for anyone to get tickled like that. There were victims they gang tickled, but this seemed so much worse. She took a deep breath and prayed Alice wouldn’t suffer too much.
Alice did not know where she was as she continued to scream as she felt her armpits being tickled, and her ribs. She felt extreme stress in her body, and she started to have trouble breathing. This was nonstop tickling. This was not the playful tickle fight kind of tickling; this was an all-out tickle torture moment. Her mind kept spinning wondering if she would ever survive this. She was getting exhausted and wondered if her body would just quit. It was such a terrible moment for her, and she started to slip into silent laughter. The feeling of hopelessness started to wash over her, and that devastated her mind.
Sylvia loved seeing how Alice was now in silent laughter. The tickle horror was still etched on Alice’s face and now she must have hit that moment when the tickling completely overwhelmed the victim. She loved these moments. It meant it was the beginning of the end for Alice. She was so young and couldn’t have had any strong willpower within her. She rotated her fingers a few more times in the armpits and figured it was time to give her a breather. The last thing she wanted to do was kill her, so it was time to let her breathe. It was an ironic thought in her head that she had to show mercy to victims, when she killed them as a career. But Christos mandated no killing, so she knew she had to let Alice breathe. She pulled her hands away from the armpits and then looked at Ingrid who was still squeezing and pressing into the ribs. She could see how that pale white skin now had pink marks all over the ribs. She loved how ruthless Ingrid was in her tickling, but she had to pull away her partner before Alice lost consciousness. “Ok, you can stop now. Hehehe She is out of air. Let’s let her breathe for a moment.” she told her.
“Awww…do I have to? Hehehe” Ingrid teased as she stopped her hands from continuing to tickle the helpless ribs. She understood why they had to stop, but she was truly enjoying herself. She looked over at Alice and could see how shiny her face was from all the tickling. She then started to hear her coughing and knew she must have been on the verge of passing out. She loved watching her body tremble as she tried to recover. She saw the chest heaving up and down and she loved watching those breasts move. The bra was still on, but she knew those were some large mounds. They looked to be a size C. When they finally tickled those breasts, she already knew that would surely shatter Alice’s will. The young lady was so innocent, and playing with her sexually would be the best torture ever.
Alice continued to cough as she tried to recover after that brutal tickling assault. The feeling of relief felt incredible as her armpits and ribs were finally free of those ticklish feelings. She did feel her body tingling, which surprised her because after getting tickled by friends, she would just recover and be fine. Now, her nerve endings were on fire, and she could still feel some arousal in her body. That messed up her mind because she wondered if somewhere down deep, she loved this situation. She wondered if she loved being tied down like a helpless damsel in distress and the evil people tortured her until Prince Charming arrived to rescue her. There were many thoughts running through her mind, and she really wished she could just be free, and go into her own bed and sleep. She hoped this would all be a nightmare and she would wake up and be safe and sound. She could hear herself breathing hard and she felt so hot within her body. She slowly opened her eyes and saw both Sylvia and the masked woman staring at her. This made her emotional because this was not a dream, but a cruel reality. Her body started to ache, and she was exhausted. She could feel her emotions rising and she really wanted to cry. “Please…..stop torturing me……Please…..you got to stop this. I don’t…..sniff….want this…..anymore.” she whimpered.
“Awwww……poor, poor Alice. I told you sweetie, we just started. We wanted you to get some air back in your lungs. We don’t want you to die! We still have plans for you. I know you think this is cruel, I know you think this is the worst thing to ever happen and well, you are correct, it is, but it will all be worthwhile. You are SO beautiful, and you will make someone very happy when they fill your holes. Now, as we let you catch your breath, we want to do something for you. You are surely uncomfortable, and I know when I am feeling that way, I just want to go home, sit down and take off my boots and socks. You know, relax my feet a little. I think we should do the same with you. We did take off your boots already, but I am sure those socks are making your feet very hot. We are going to take them off for you! I bet you have some cute feet too! Hehehe” Sylvia teased. She wanted to keep the pressure on Alice and break her soon. She knew playing with the girl’s feet would probably do a lot of damage to her and it would be a lot of fun. She saw the look in April’s eyes, and she felt her own nipples start to stiffen because that was the look of intense fear.
Alice heard that her socks were going to be removed and that made her freeze in terror. Her feet were always a weak spot. She purposely wore boots and socks all the time because she was shy about her feet, and that they were so sensitive. Even during tickle fights with her friends, she would vigorously fight them off whenever they tried to take her boots off. She knew that if these evil people got to her feet, she would surely suffer like never before. Her body was so tired, but the threat towards her feet gave her another jolt of energy. “No!!!!! Don’t!!! You can’t!! You can’t take my socks off! I AM BEGGING YOU!!! NOT MY FEET!!!!!” she screamed.
“Yes, your feet. What’s the matter with your feet? How come you don’t want us to look at them?” Sylvia teased, as she began to make her way towards the tied down left foot. She nodded her head to Ingrid to go to the right foot, so they could take her socks off.
Alice lifted her head and saw the two women by her feet. She wiggled both of her feet nervously because they were going to touch them. She already knew it was going to be horrible, and this was something she absolutely had to prevent with every fiber of her being. “No!!!! DON’T TOUCH THEM!!! I DON’T WANT YOU TO TOUCH THEM!” she begged.
“You still didn’t tell us why. My guess is that you think they are ugly or something. I doubt it. Everything is very beautiful on you. So, let’s get these socks off. I am sure your feet are hot right now.” Sylvia teased, then reached her hands forward and took the top of the gray sock and peeled it downward. She could see that very pale skin appearing and guessed that Alice didn’t go barefoot much. That excited her because the foot was probably going to be really soft and really sensitive. She looked at the panicked face of Alice and that motivated her more. The poor girl had her eyes wide open, and she was shaking her head vigorously. She heard how loud her voice was and she really started to feel tingles all over her body. She always loved this moment. When a victim’s worst nightmare was about to be exposed, she adored their reactions. The sock came off the heel and she looked down at the foot. She moved her body back slightly, so she could see the sole of the foot once the sock came off. She could see that light pink skin and she started to peel more of the sock. The foot was moving around wildly and that helped peel the sock off. She could see the arch of the foot, and loved how creamy it looked. It was a nice arch. It was an average design, and it looked so tender. The foot continued to wiggle, and she figured she should tease Alice. “For someone that doesn’t want us to look at her feet, you do realize you are helping the sock come off the more you wiggle your foot, right?” she teased.
Alice immediately stopped wiggling her foot when she heard those words. She could already feel the sock getting close to the ball of her foot and was stunned that her arch and heel were exposed. She only had her socks removed from her feet by another person once in her life, besides being a small child, which was her friend when they had an overnight stay with each other. She was so exhausted, and her friend made her comfortable. She never thought anything about that moment because nothing happened to her feet. But at this very moment, she knew her feet were in ticklish danger and that fear started to break her down. These two were going to torture her. They were going to make her suffer and she couldn’t do anything about it. Then she looked over to her right and saw the masked woman starting to peel down her sock. Now both her feet were in danger, and she panicked even more. “I BEG YOU!!!! DON’T DO THIS TO ME!!! DON’T DO THIS TO ME!! Why? Why?” she yelled, then started to get really emotional.
Ingrid got really excited when she heard that begging. The simple removing of the socks was already breaking this woman and that meant only one thing. The feet must have been extremely ticklish. She loved tickling women’s feet. She always looked forward to it whenever she broke into homes to steal jewelry. She peeled the sock off the leg area and now, it came off the heel. She could see that Sylvia had the left sock resting on the ball of the foot and she wanted to catch up. She already guessed that the two socks would be pulled off at the same time, which would send sheer terror through Alice’s body. She saw the very pale top of the foot and when she looked at the bottom of the foot, she could see that light pink flesh. That was a thrilling feeling because she loved it when the soles were pink. It always made the feet look really tender, and very ticklish. The sock then came off the arch and she loved how the light pink outside edge contrasted with the creamy skin of the arch. She noticed the foot was not moving at all, thanks to Sylvia telling the young lady that her constant foot wiggling was helping the sock come off. Now, she arrived at the spot where Sylvia was. The balls of the feet were left to be exposed, then the toes. She wondered what the toes looked like. She wondered if they would be pretty. The foot itself looked like an average size, most likely a 7. Alice was of average height, which was still taller than she was, but she was just an average woman that would make an excellent sex slave. She looked back at Sylvia who had the biggest smile on her face. “Shall we?” she asked.
“Yes, let’s continue.” Sylvia responded and winked. She then started to peel the sock off the ball of the foot and now that pink flesh appeared and she swooned. It looked really tender and didn’t appear to have any callouses. It made her wonder if this was a working woman, or she lived a much-pampered life. Plotsville had different types of people, most of them farmers and cattle hands. But there were also a lot of people working in stores around town. She was delighted that Alice’s body seemed flawless because as a sex slave, she had to be. The sock was now resting on the toes, and this was the moment of truth. She looked over at Ingrid and saw she also exposed the ball of the right foot. She then turned towards Alice and smiled. “Now, time for your toes!!!!!” she told her, then pulled the sock off exposing the digits.
Alice watched in horror and lost her breath. The socks came off her toes and now, both of her feet were naked. She looked at the tops of her feet, and her toes. She could see her neatly trimmed natural nails showing and she had no words. This was the moment she dreaded since they went down to her feet. She felt a little embarrassed because she didn’t like to show her feet to others, not even her friends. They would see them because they went swimming, but any chance she had, she would keep them covered. Her jaw dropped and she then laid her head back down on the table she was tied on. Her mind was spinning because she knew she was about to suffer a lot. Tears started to form in her eyes, and she prayed this was just a horrible nightmare. It was going to tickle, and it was going to tickle a lot.
Sylvia looked down and saw the naked toes of the left foot. She felt happiness inside her body because they looked so cute. They were a bit chubby, and medium length. The big toe was quite thick, and the rest of the toes descended in length. She could see some of the undersides of the toes, and they had a nice curl to them. The skin was pink on the pads, but creamy on the stems. She really liked the shape of the nails and couldn’t wait to touch this foot. “Oh my…..Alice, sweetie, you have some REALLY pretty feet here. You should be proud!” she teased.
Ingrid looked at the thick toes and felt a rush of sexual excitement in her body. She loved how they looked. She wanted to wrap her lips around that chunky big toe and just devour it. The foot was very nice looking and knowing that it was really ticklish made this moment even better. In a way, she wished she had discovered Alice earlier. She wished she had broken into her house, tied her up and tickled her before the trafficking ring was created. That would have been such a great moment. But the moment before her was even better. Now she could tickle this foot to her heart’s content because the objective was to break Alice. She started to do a little dance and felt really happy. “Yes, she has CUTE feet!!! I want it! I want to tickle her silly!” she said with great excitement.
“Hehehe you are too funny. Rest assured we will have some fun with her feet. I hope she realizes we are really going to tickle her. I mean, with feet like this, they were MADE to be tickled. Hey Alice! Sweetie, can you look at me for a moment?” Sylvia requested with some sweetness in her voice. She wanted to look at the terror in Alice’s eyes before she tormented her. She saw the innocent young woman looking at her and she grinned. “Ticklish?” she simply asked.
Alice felt humiliated as those two were talking about her feet. No one had ever truly examined her feet, but those two were and she felt like a specimen. She then heard Sylvia telling her to look at her and when she did, she saw the evil smile. Then she heard the one word that she feared the most from the attacker and then suddenly she felt something touching the sole of her foot and she immediately exploded into laughter. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOO!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” she screamed.
“No? Judging by the screams you are making; I think that is a yes. Hahahaha” Sylvia joked as she ran her fingers up and down the length of the sole. When her fingers made contact, she could feel just how tender and soft the feet were. That sent a jolt of excitement throughout her entire body because Alice was indeed soft. This was such a perfect specimen, and she knew this one would fetch a very high price when the buyers came by. Her fingers danced on the heel of the foot because she wanted to see just how sensitive the entire foot was. She could feel the foot dancing around and loved the reaction she was getting. She could see that Alice was indeed very ticklish on the bottoms of her feet and it was going to be a lot of fun exploiting that fact. She even started to touch the outside edge of the heel and was delighted to see that skin was also smooth. There were no callouses or rough edges. That really motivated her because now she wanted to see if there was a flaw anywhere on Alice’s body. If there were none, then the perfect sex slave was found.
Ingrid started to flutter her fingertips in the arch of the right foot. She loved how the foot was trying to move all around, but she managed to keep her fingers in contact with the flesh. She loved how soft the foot felt. Whenever her victims had soft feet, it made it extra special. There were a few times she had victims that had tougher feet, but they were still ticklish. However, soft feet were more fun to play with because it made her want to touch them for a very long time. She saw the anguish in Alice’s body and watched as the poor girl tried her very best to pull her limbs free, or to roll over her body. She knew Alice was already desperate and hoped the potion made everything so much worse. Her fingers made it to the instep area and the foot really started to flail around. “Heheheh she is REALLY ticklish on this spot! Kitchy kitchy koo, Alice! I tickle you!!” she taunted.
Rita heard that delirious laughter and knew Alice was in Tickle Hell. She felt a little excited because she loved it whenever a victim had their feet tickled. The reactions were usually the most intense. Watching Alice try to free herself was sad in a sense. The poor woman had no choice but to submit herself. She wondered how this woman was going to survive the eventual sexual teasing. If that potion had any kind of effect, then poor Alice was really going to lose it. She could see the look on Sylvia’s face and saw just how into tickling she was. It was a funny coincidence that this assassin from Europe used the same method of torture she and her dancers used on victims. It was the perfect type of torture. No marks were left, and the victims went insane. She noticed Alice’s chest shaking around and wondered when they would expose her chest. It was a matter of time before they went after them, so she wanted to enjoy this moment. She could see the tops of Alice’s feet from where she was at, but she was curious on what the bottoms of the feet looked like. She could hear both Sylvia and Ingrid commenting on how soft they are, and that got her excited. She wished she could touch the feet at least once, so she could feel their tenderness. “Poor girl. She is really going through hell right now. I hope she can survive this.” she thought to herself.
Sylvia continued to run her fingers up and down the bottom of the left foot and truly enjoyed listening to poor Alice screaming. She then knelt down so she could be eye level with the foot and enjoyed the view. That light pink skin looked so tender and that creamy skin on the arch was a nice contrast. She placed the tip of her left index finger directly on the spot where the ball of the foot met the arch in the middle and started to lightly scratch that spot. She used her right hand to grip the top of the foot to hold it still, so she could focus on ticklish spots. She could feel the foot straining in her grip, but she was stronger, and the foot held still. She could see the toes wiggling and curling, but her finger continued to tickle that specific area. She moved her finger down a little and started to stroke directly into the arch. She felt the foot really trying to get away and she smiled. She moved her finger towards the outside edge of the foot, trailing along that pink skin and heard those sweet giggles just pouring out. She wanted to really torture Alice. She needed to break her will. She was confident she would accomplish it because this young lady was not as strong as Phoebe Wellington mentally. She glanced over at Ingrid and saw her moving her fingers all over the foot. Sylvia liked the contrasting style. Ingrid was going wild, and she was using precision. That would surely drive Alice crazy, and these feet were definitely very ticklish. She then looked right back at the foot and moved her finger to the center of the ball of the foot. There, she simply made her nail sink into the flesh, and scratch from left to right, trying her best to drag out the most horrible ticklish feelings possible.
Alice was in severe distress. Her feet were being tickled, and they were being tickled ruthlessly. She could feel those dainty fingers all over her right foot. They were moving to different spots on her foot and seemed to be a whirlwind. She tried to pull her foot away, but the rope around her ankle held firm. What really got to her was the precision tickles on her left foot. She couldn’t even move that foot at all. She felt that warm hand on top of her foot, and it held her foot very still. The way the single finger tickled the ball of her foot really sent intense ticklish shockwaves throughout her body because the nail sank into her flesh. She was struggling to maintain her sanity as the foot tickling was really breaking her down. This was the longest her feet were ever tickled, and these women seemed to have no intention of stopping. That’s what frightened her the most. They wanted to torture her. No matter how much she begged, no matter how much she screamed, they wanted to keep tickling her. They wanted her to become a sex slave, and this could be her fate every single day. That truly frightened her, and she prayed someone, anyone, would rescue her. She didn’t even know where she was. She didn’t even know if anyone would know where she was. She then felt another single stroke down into her very delicate arch and her eyes bugged out in ticklish agony. “HAHAHAHAHAHA NOT THERE!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she screamed.
Ingrid heard that maniacal scream and she looked over at Sylvia. She could see her stroking her finger into the arch area and she smiled. She liked Sylvia’s style of tickle torture. She was using precision. She figured she would have a contest with the assassin. She wouldn’t announce it, but she wanted to see if she could make Alice scream even louder. She looked at those thick toes and figured it was time to tease them. She gripped the tops of the toes with her left hand, and then using the index finger on her right hand, she started to stroke the delicate underside of those toes. She could feel the toes desperately trying to curl, but she held them open and touched that creamy skin on the undersides of the toes. She really loved how soft they felt. The skin was very soft and delicate and seemed to drive poor Alice wild. “Hehehehe someone has ticklish toes….” she chuckled.
Alice felt the finger in her arch, and it was very intense. But when she felt a finger softly stroking underneath the toes of her right foot, she almost lost it. That felt extremely sensitive, and she started to writhe her body as much as she could. If she wasn’t tied down, she surely would have flown right through the roof. She looked over to her right foot and saw how the masked woman’s hands were holding her toes. She could feel that finger sliding around that area, and she wished she could kick both of her tormentors. Then she felt a nail stroking the instep of her left foot and her head shot right over to look at an evil woman with a menacing grin touching her foot. The sheer intensity of the feeling made her want to pass out. She really started to get emotional because they just kept tickling her with no end in sight. “HAHAHAHAHA PLEASE STOP!!! YOU HAHAHAHAHA HAVE TO STOP!!!! MERCY!!!!MERCY!!!!” she screamed in ticklish agony.
“No mercy for you! Just…….TICKLES!!!!” Sylvia responded and then giggled. She really liked the reactions she was getting from Alice. The feet were definitely a weakness, and she wanted to keep tickling her. She wanted to keep pushing her into submission. She needed Alice to be so submissive and to truly fear them. Once that happened, then she would be ready to be sold. She wondered what would happen to her once she was purchased. Would she have sex every night? Would she even get tickled or was that just something this trafficking operation did? She even wondered if a woman would purchase her. That was a fun thought, and she went back to focusing on the foot. Her nail had devastated the arch area and now was sliding up and down the instep area. She found a particularly sensitive spot right below the ball of the foot on the instep and heard that extra scream. She glanced over towards Ingrid and saw how she was tormenting the toes. She loved watching her finger slide against the chunky digits and she liked the reaction. She wondered what would happen if she also went after the toes at the same time. She moved her nail away from the instep and traced it across the ball of the foot, then landed at the base of the toes. She slowly dragged her nail from the base of the big toe, right across the rest of the toes and she heard a hissing and shrieking sound. A smile formed on her face because she knew she hit a very sensitive spot, and it was time to torture this woman even more.
Rita watched in awe as Ingrid and Sylvia were tickle destroying Alice. She heard those desperate screams of laughter. She saw how both ladies were tickling those feet. She started to get antsy because she wanted to forget about the fate of Alice. She didn’t want to think about this innocent woman being sold into slavery and become a sex toy for someone. She wanted to try and get into the moment, so she could enjoy herself as well. She wanted to see how ticklish Alice was. She wanted to touch that soft skin and hopefully get that laughter flowing. She needed some kind of interaction so she could try and calm her own nerves because now that this all started, there was no turning back. She and her fellow dancers were now involved in sex trafficking, and she had to get used to watching poor, helpless women get tormented and then sold. She stepped out of the shadows and headed towards the body. She could see Alice’s face now and the poor girl looked exhausted and very scared. There was something about her laughter that was chilling. She was truly suffering at the hands of Sylvia and Ingrid. She then saw Alice’s eyes look at her and saw that panic in them.
Alice continued to laugh hysterically as both of her feet were being tickled on her toes. She felt fingers tickling the pads of her toes, and between them and it drove her wild. She had no idea her toes could be this sensitive, but her entire body felt this way. She felt her lungs were about to explode, along with her mind. The tickling was relentless. They weren’t giving her breaks, and they didn’t seem concerned about her well-being. It was all about torturing her and she started to have an emotional breakdown. This was too much for her to handle and she wanted to just go home. She then saw something, or someone now entering her line of sight. It was another woman here! She had no idea who that woman was, but she prayed she was there to save her from the ruthless tickling of her feet. She could see the woman was very pretty, and she was so desperate, she prayed this was her rescue. “HELP ME!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HELP ME PLEASE!!!!” she cried out in laughter.
Sylvia saw Rita approaching the table and smiled. She saw how Rita was looking at the victim and wondered if it was time to use her to tickle Alice. She could sense the hesitation in Rita and wanted to get her involved so she could get used to tormenting this victim. She remembered her being told that Rita would tickle victims and help rob them, but she had a feeling this was a different scenario. Now it was time to test Rita to make sure she was on board. Ingrid had a lot of enthusiasm for this kind of situation, now it was time to make sure Rita enjoyed it too. She stopped tickling Alice’s toes and smiled. “Nice of you to join us….” she told her.
Ingrid paused her toe tickling for a moment when she noticed that Rita had arrived at the helpless victim’s body. She was a little excited because she loved Rita tickling victims. There were many times where she and the other dancers would watch Rita tickle-seduce victims as her style was much more erotic. She wondered if her fellow dancer was going to seduce Alice. She really loved that style and hoped it was time to see it. “Yeah, glad you could join us!” she said with enthusiasm.
“I just wanted to check on her. Her screaming was very loud! Hehehe” Rita giggled. She looked at Alice’s face and saw some relief on it. The tickling had stopped and could see the poor girl breathing heavily. She could see her face was getting sweaty and she leaned forward and started to clean it off. She wanted to soothe the woman and make her feel a little better. She knew she was going to be tortured still but felt that she should at least provide some kind of respite for her. She looked towards Sylvia and Ingrid and smiled. “Poor thing. She is so tired. You both did an excellent job on her feet.” she told them.
“Yes!!! We are having so much fun!!! I love listening to her scream! Her toes are a delight! Her sole is a delight! She is, well, a delight!!! Hehehehe” Ingrid giggled at her own joke. She started to get excited because she figured some sensual teasing was about to happen. Rita would sometimes try to make the victim feel comfortable before sexually playing with them. She really hoped she could do that to Alice right now because she was feeling a bit horny. “Hey, are you going to play with her now? The way you like to do?” she asked.
Sylvia looked over at Ingrid and could see she was happy. Even though she was still wearing that mask, she knew that woman was grinning ear to ear. The way she reacted, it seemed as though Rita had a style of her own. That got her curious and wondered what she was capable of. “Do you want to play with her?” she asked.
Rita looked back at Sylvia and saw that look of deviousness on her face. Now that she came out of the shadows, she knew she had to help torture Alice. She could not let them see her doubts and unfortunately for Alice, she had to suffer again. “Yes, I would like to play with her. I think it is time to start breaking her will even more. The poor lady is so tired right now. I bet she would like a little relief in her body. I will take care of her in my own special way. You both can continue to play with her feet, but let’s do it…….softly.” she said with a wink.
Ingrid started to clap because it was time to start the sexual play. She knew what Rita meant, and she looked towards Sylvia. “Hehehe Rita is VERY good at making women feel horny. Alice is now going to be sexually conquered!” she said with glee.
Alice looked at Rita and saw her face looked a lot calmer and nicer. She wasn’t wearing a creepy mask, and she didn’t have a sadistic smile like the other pretty blond woman. She seemed empathetic and she felt nervous but a little more relaxed. This woman’s voice had a much calmer tone, and she prayed she was the boss of those other two. She started to have some hope that she would be let go because she suffered enough. She then felt the woman’s hand starting to caress the left side of her head, the fingers running through her hair. It felt so much better than the constant tickling and she started to whimper. “Please….let me go. I-I don’t want to do this anymore. I-I just want to go home.” she told her softly.
“You poor, poor thing. I bet you are really tired, and your body feels like it is on fire, right?” Rita asked. She could see the fear in Alice’s eyes and knew just how to play with her. She started to focus on her task. She had to put away all the doubts and fears about doing such a horrible deed to this innocent woman and get the job done. She focused on just the part she would do, like she would do in the backroom of the Burlesque show and treat this victim like previous ones. It would be Sylvia and Ingrid that would do the other horrific things.
“Yes….my body tingles so much. I-I don’t know what to do anymore. They keep tickling me and it seems to get worse!” Alice whined as she continued to feel the fingers going through her hair. The woman’s voice was very soothing, and she had that look of caring in her eyes.
“Poor thing….do you seem more ticklish than normal? I am sure you are a ticklish person, but the way you were screaming, do you feel more ticklish?” Rita asked. She wanted to find out if the effects of the potion were at play. She remembered Ingrid asking her the question, but Alice was so distraught and miserable while being tickled, it was hard to gauge a response. She figured if she could calm Alice down and lure her into a false sense of security, the woman could give her the information she needed, so she could report back to Marge.
“Y-Yes…It seems like I am more ticklish than normal. I-I want to be free. Can I go home now? Please? I am begging you. I am so scared, and I just want to go home.” Alice whined again. She felt very tired, and she was getting desperate. The longer this went on, the worse everything seemed to be. She felt her heart beating faster due to nerves and prayed she was going to be set free.
“Awww….You are really ticklish. The way you were screaming was very intense. I could only imagine what you must have gone through. To be tied down and helpless. To have two people tickling you all over your body and your pretty feet seemed to suffer the most.” Rita told her. She started to get a little excited as she continued to talk to Alice. She looked at that angelic face and her desire to drive her wild started to grow. She was really pretty, and her lust started to really increase. She figured that potion was in fact having an effect, which also meant the woman must have been really aroused as well. It was time to take advantage of that and start to break her will. “Do you want me to make you feel better? You went through a lot, and I know a way to make you feel good.” she asked and smiled at her.
“Will you let me go? That would make me feel better! Those other two were torturing me and telling me I am going to be a sex slave. I don’t want that! Please….will you let me go?” Alice begged. The pretty woman was very nice to her, and she hoped her desperate pleadings would affect her heart and let her go. She stared at her face and saw the sweetest smile on it. Her hope started to grow, and it appeared this woman was the boss of the others.
“First, I will make your body feel better. Let’s get that out of the way first.” Rita told her in a soft voice. She then turned towards her right and saw Ingrid by the naked right foot. She nodded her head at her, giving her the signal that it was time to take this torture to an erotic level. She saw Ingrid happily walk away, and she turned her head back to Alice. She wanted Alice to focus on her face and not was Ingrid was doing. Her fellow dancer was bringing her a tool to use, and she looked forward to it all. Now it was time to destroy Alice’s mind. “I know just the thing! You are so tired, and I can see you sweating. I think you are getting too hot. So, let me help cool you down and get your body to breathe.” She teased, then moved her hands towards the bra.
Alice heard those words, and they sounded very soothing. She was very hot, and her body was very tired. She had no idea what was meant by making her feel good, then she realized what it meant. She saw the hands moving towards her bra and now the fingers were trying to unclasp her bra! This woman wanted to reveal her breasts! One was exposed a little earlier when they all got a look at her nipple, but now they were going to completely expose her chest. “W-What are you doing?” she asked in shock.
“Making you more comfortable sweetie! Don’t worry, it is just us girls here. We have seen plenty of breasts. No reason to be shy….” Rita teased in a sensual voice. She was getting excited and looked forward to seeing the entire chest. She did get a glimpse of the nipple from earlier and loved the pink color. She managed to unclasp the bra and now she started to pull the cups away from the mounds. Alice did have a large chest for her 5’5” frame, and once the cups came off, she gasped. She was looking at two large and rounded breasts with those nice pink colored nipples. She felt her heart beating faster because the mounds were perfect. They were slightly perky, and those small nipples looked fantastic. “My, my, my. You have really pretty tits there. I am impressed!” she told her.
Alice was in complete shock. This nice woman had just undid her bra and exposed her breasts. She felt shame when Ingrid revealed one breast, but now, both of them were exposed and she couldn’t do anything about it. She looked at the woman’s face and saw that look of lust. She was still stunned that these women were torturing her like this. Now total shame filled her body, and she felt her emotions rising. Her eyes started to get watery because the humiliation of the moment was a lot to take in. “Why? Why are you doing this to me? What did I do to deserve this?” she asked in a very sad voice.
“You look pretty, that’s what you did. Hehehe” Sylvia chimed in as she watched Rita expose the young woman’s breasts. She liked the way Rita was being soft with the victim and that would allow her to be more ruthless. She could hear the sadness in Alice’s voice, and she loved it. Alice was always sounding very sad, but this time, her sadness seemed to be really deep. She was being humiliated completely, and she wondered what would happen to the woman once her pussy was exposed.
Rita looked back at Sylvia and smiled. She could see how happy she looked and knew poor Alice was really going to be suffering soon. She looked back at Alice’s face and could see how watery her eyes were. She knew she was about to cry and that was a good thing because it meant her will was slipping away. She then felt a tap on her right arm and turned in that direction. She smiled once she saw Ingrid holding something. It was one of her favorite tools and she brought it along for this trip. She took the object and then looked right back at Alice. “You look so sad! Don’t be sad! I think you will enjoy this next part. Those other two drove you crazy, right? Well, I am going to make you feel REALLY good. I will start with these beautiful breasts of yours. Look what I have!” she told her and then held up her red fluffy feather.
Alice’s eyes shot wide open when she saw that fluffy red feather. She saw it waving in the air and then it dawned on her. She was about to get tickled again! That produced a very intense feeling of fear, and she started to struggle in her bondage again. “NO!!!! NO!!!! DON’T TICKLE ME ANYMORE!!!” she screamed.
“Hehehe this might tickle, but it also might feel good. I think I will use this feather…..right……here.” Rita teased, then lowered the feather and started to softly wiggle it over the right breast. She saw the body immediately jerking around and she grinned. She started to hear that panicked giggling, and it delighted her. She saw Alice’s face go from horror, then started to see the lips curling and she could see that forced smile. The feather stroked all over that helpless mound and she also could see how stiff the nipple was. It appeared the potion did have an effect, and she could drive her absolutely crazy.
Ingrid saw the feather sliding over the breasts and she couldn’t help but feel excited. She always loved watching Rita use a feather on her victims. She was very good at it and seeing it applied to Alice was very erotic. She really loved this turn in the torture and looked forward to seeing a completely naked victim. Her eyes then went to the right foot, and she saw it moving around in response to the breast feathering. She saw those toes wiggling and she had the urge to suck on them. She knew she had to be patient, but they looked really delicious.
“HEHEHEHEHEHE STOP THAT!!! DON’T HEHEHE TICKLE ME THERE!!!” Alice giggled loudly as she felt the feather’s fronds stroking her skin. She did seem a lot more ticklish, but didn’t know why. She also never had her breasts tickled before and it was the strangest feeling. It wasn’t as brutal as the finger tickling on the different spots on her body, but it was enough to drive her wild and beg her captor to let her go. She not only felt ticklish feeling flowing through her, but she also felt severe disappointment. This woman stroking her breast seemed so nice and caring. Now, she was just like the other two and wanted to torture her. She started to feel miserable again and she was really starting to break down. She just could not understand why these women wanted to kidnap her, embarrass her and torture her with tickling her silly. The feather then slid under her breast, and she felt a very intense tickling sensation. She had never had that area tickled before and it rocked her. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP!!! HAHAHAH THAT TICKLES!!! THAT REALLY TICKLES!!!” she screamed as she watched the feather moving on her.
Sylvia had a grin on her face as she listened to that tortured laughter. She loved the sound of the ticklish agony and watching the breast get feathered also turned her on. She liked the way Alice was breaking down and knew it wouldn’t be too long before she was broken. As the feather continued to move across the breast, her eyes started to fixate on Alice’s crotch. The underwear covered that special prize, but she knew it was going to be a very pretty sight. The way Alice was reacting to things, she knew that once she exposed that vagina, the poor woman would definitely break. She wanted to shave that mound, tickle it, and them make her have an orgasm to finish her off. She licked her lips for a moment and tried to control her own sexual urges. She looked at the feather again and saw how slowly it moved under the breast. She loved the way Alice was reacting and saw just how stiff that nipple was. “Mmmm….I want this woman. I wonder if she will squirt?” she asked herself in her mind.
Rita loved the reactions she was getting from feathering the right breast of Alice. She loved watching the fronds of the feather glide over that sensitive skin. When she swept the feather over the breast she heard a nice giggle, but when it swept under the breasts, a nice laugh would come pouring out. She liked how stiff that pink nipple was. She knew within Alice’s tormented body, she was also very turned on. She licked her lips and slowed down the feather movement. She wanted to try and make it more sensual now and get this woman to moan in pleasure. The feather simply slid across the top of the breast and over that pink bud. She then used the very tip of the fluffy feather and circled it around the nipple. It circled over and over again and could see the change of facial expression on Alice’s face. Her smile went from laughter to a little smile, but one that resembled pleasure. She had to get her thinking about arousal to get her body ready. She saw the eyes open up and she looked right into them. They were a nice blue color, and she started to really like them. “Is this better? I bet you like this more, right?” she teasingly asked and had a flirtatious smile.
Alice felt herself going crazy as the feather tickled her right breast. It was still unbelievable that this was even happening. The feather was tickling something she never had someone touch before. It really tickled when it went under her breast. It tickled a lot when it was over the top part of the mound. The nipple feathering really drove her wild, but in a surprising way. There were some ticklish feelings, but she also felt herself getting very turned on. There was something very sensual about that feather right now and her body was reacting. She had a battle in her own head, wondering if she should be enjoying this feeling, because they were trying to torture her. She slowly opened her eyes and saw Rita looking at her with a seductive look on her face. She saw how nice the face looked and when the feather’s tip was circling around her nipple, her lust really started to grow. The waves of pleasure were flowing through her and despite the torture, this was much better than being tickled. Her eyes then glanced down and watched those red fronds circling around her nipple. The contrast between the red feather and her pink nipple was mesmerizing. She could see and feel how stiff her nipples were, and she was really nervous. She heard Rita’s question, and she felt really shy. If she were to tell the truth, then she would have to admit she did like what was happening to her. But if she said no, then she might be tickled again. “Y-Yes…I-It feels good.” she stammered.
“Good girl….Yes, this should feel really good. Don’t be afraid to admit it. I like it when my own nipples are feathered. You really do have pretty nipples, Alice. I want to make you feel good after all the tickling that happened to you. Just let yourself go. It is ok….” Rita said in a very sensual voice. She then started to slowly move the feather over to the left breast and slowly stroked the top of it. She wanted to get the arousal into a raging fire and drive her wild. The feather slid across the top of the mound, then headed towards the outside edge. She saw the chest starting to shake and that ticklish smile returned to Alice’s face. She loved how ticklish the breasts were and wanted to fully tease her. “Tickle tickle…” she giggled playfully.
Alice felt the feather now stroking her other breast and it shocked her. The initial touch of the feather was not tickling her that much and she felt some tingles between her legs. This was the strangest moment for her. She had never been sensually pleased before by another person. The one-time sexual experience she had, the young man simply kissed her, touched her private areas and they had sex. The way she felt now blew her mind because it was really starting to feel good. It also stunned her that it was another woman doing this to her. She had no idea another woman could make her feel so turned on. The feather then slowly slid under her breast, and she started to giggle. That skin was still very sensitive, and the giggles started to come out as the feather continued to slide and twirl in that area. Soon it was faster swipes, and her laughter started to increase. “Hehehehehehehe hey!!! That tickles!!! Hehehehehe Come on!!! Don’t tickle me!!!” she squealed as the feather continued its ticklish path on the underside of her breast.
“Hehehehe It tickles? I can see! You also have the cutest giggles, Alice. You are so adorable right now. You’re just so……tickly! Hehehe” Rita giggled. She wanted to tease the young lady. She wanted to mix the soft tickles in with the erotic play to build that lust even more. She could see that cute smile on Alice’s face and her laughter was really getting to her. She then moved the feather a little faster and the laughter got even stronger. She wanted to push her a little, so she could force this woman to give her permission to sensually seduce her.
Sylvia watched with a smile on her face as she saw those breasts being feathered. The way Rita was teasing the poor woman was very erotic. She liked her style. She could also be erotic, but the way Rita did it was very skilled. She felt herself getting turned on a lot and loved how that feather was tickle destroying the blond victim. She glanced over at Ingrid who now had her hand on her crotch and was rubbing herself. That made her chuckle a little and she shook her head. Her tiny partner was really turned on and had to touch herself. “Feeling good?” she asked in a teasing voice.
Ingrid looked over when she heard Sylvia speaking to her. She was in her own little world as she watched the very erotic interaction that Rita was performing with Alice. The way that feather slid over those breasts was highly erotic and it drove her wild. Her own nipples were throbbing, and she felt wet between her legs. She placed her hand on her crotch because she wanted to touch herself. She looked over at Sylvia who had this grin on her face. She realized she was caught and felt a little embarrassed. She took her hand off her mound and then folded her arms together. “Yes, I was. I am good now.” she replied with an embarrassed voice.
“Hehehe I like it too.” Sylvia told her, then winked. She then turned back to the red father and now it was sweeping across the nipple again. She loved seeing how hard those nipples were and Alice must have been in erotic heaven at the moment. It also meant her time was coming. It would be in a short time that she would expose that naked womanhood and have her way with it.
Alice felt that feather on her left nipple and it drove her wild. It felt so good, even though it did slightly tickled. Her lust kept growing and growing and she didn’t know how her body could get so horny this quickly. The feather’s tease really set off a fire between her legs and she started making cooing noises. This was definitely better than that tickle torture and her body was surrendering to the erotic pleasure. She started to grind her hips a little and she felt shy. She was really horny now and she didn’t know what to do anymore. “Mmmmm….mmmmm….” she moaned softly.
“Yes, you really like this. It is ok. Feel good. Let yourself go. Like I told you, I want to make you feel so……so…..good.” Rita said in a very soft and sensual voice. She then leaned her face closer to Alice’s and looked into those eyes. She wanted to make a connection to her and continue this erotic dance. She wanted to get so close that Alice would fall under her spell and then they could really send her over the edge. “Yes, my sweet. You are going to feel so good. Let it go. Just let it all go as we take another look at you….” she whispered and then looked at Sylvia.
Sylvia saw Rita look at her and it snapped her out of her own erotic trance. She had to admit Rita was very good at what she was doing. She even started to wonder if she should have sex with Rita. It would be a good time because that woman was very sensual and seductive. She knew it was now her time to complete the humiliation of Alice. She pulled a small pocketknife out of her pocket and got close to the groin area. She wanted to cut the underwear off and see what was hiding underneath. She took the blade and started to saw at the hem of the underwear. The fabric started to tear, and she got excited. She saw the hips starting to move around and that meant that Alice must have figured out what was happening. “Hehehe I would stay still if I were you. I don’t want to cut your pretty skin.” she warned.
Alice was so mesmerized by that sexy look on Rita’s face. It looked like the woman wanted to kiss her. That thought started to sound very nice, even though she never kissed a woman, or even thought about it a lot. It crossed her mind once, but it was a long time ago, and the woman she imagined was really pretty. Now, it could actually happen, and her heart started to race. Then she felt something tugging on her underwear. She could hear a small tearing sound and it dawned on her that her underwear was being toyed with. That garment was the only thing on her body that prevented her from being in her birthday suit. The thought of being naked terrified her and she started to react. She heard Sylvia’s warning, and her heart nearly stopped. There was a possibility she might be cut down there, which meant there was a knife involved. Her body froze and fear gripped her mind. She looked at Rita’s face and hoped she could help her right now. “Don’t make me naked. Please….” she begged.
Rita saw that look of fear on Alice’s face and when she heard Sylvia’s voice, she knew it was time that Alice was going to be naked. She turned her head and saw Sylvia cutting away at the underwear and she wondered what that sweet mound would look like. She turned her head towards Alice and wanted to keep her in lust. She wanted to calm her down a little so the lust could continue to flow. She dropped her fluffy feather on the chest and then used her left hand to rub over the blond hair on the left side. “Hey sweetie, calm down. It is going to be ok. We are just making you completely comfortable, that’s all. I know you are going to look really pretty naked. Don’t you want us to make you feel good? I promise, it will be something you always remember.” she said softly.
“I don’t want to be naked…” Alice replied in a sad voice. Even though Rita was kind to her and trying to soothe her, the idea of being naked and so vulnerable crushed her. These women truly wanted to embarrass her, and she couldn’t stop them. She felt her underwear coming loose and knew it was just a matter of time before they would see the most private place on her body. She had been told growing up that she was a pretty girl, but she was always modest and shy about that. Now, they were exposing her. She felt incredibly horny, but the shame was also weighing on her. The underwear became really loose, and she felt her eye starting to water. “Please don’t do this to me….” she said with heavy sadness.
Sylvia cut enough of the underwear to make the garment really loose. She then started to tear it away from the body and her eyes caught a glimpse of those blond pubic hairs. She started to get really excited because she knew this woman was going to have a very pretty vagina. She finally tore the garment completely free of the body and she tossed it over her shoulder. With Alice’s legs spread wide opened, she had a clear view of that pussy, and she loved what she saw. She could see that blond pubic hair and just below, she could see the folds of the pussy. It was a nice shade of pink and she felt her nipples throbbing. She was impressed with what she saw and could not wait to make this young lady cum her brains out shortly. “Ooooh!!! Alice, sweet Alice, you have a VERY pretty pussy. I mean, this looks amazing!” she teased.
Ingrid looked at the now exposed vagina and her lust went out of control. She could see those pink folds and it looked absolutely delicious to her. She was truly enjoying this moment, and her hand went right back to her crotch. She couldn’t help herself and wanted to touch herself. “Wow...that is a pretty pussy!” she said with delight.
Alice felt complete shame as she felt the underwear leave her body. She realized that she was completely naked at the moment, and it hurt a lot emotionally. She was tied down, her legs spread, and these women tickled her and also teased her. Now, they could see everything on her. It was bad enough they looked at her breasts, but now, they could see the most private spot on her body. She felt incredibly shy and felt so humiliated. She wanted to cry. She wanted to let all her emotions out because this was something that should not be happening to her. She looked forward to a life in Plotsville since becoming an adult. Now, her entire world was upside down and the thought of being naked often and servicing some man sexually really broke her spirit. She also felt very confused because she started to feel extremely horny. She had no idea how she could be aroused at a moment like this. Her eyes then looked at Rita and she felt so incredibly sad. “Why? Why is this happening to me? I didn’t do anything to you….” she murmured.
Rita could see the look of shame on Alice’s face, and she had mixed feelings. These were the same type of reactions that victims had when Marge and the crew robbed them in the backroom. But they were eventually let go, and then had no real memory of it. It was though it never happened to them. With Alice it was going to be different. She would most likely remember all of this, and it would surely break this woman’s heart and spirit. She knew she had a job to do, but she still felt a little strange about it. She heard sadness in the voice and it started to tug at her heart strings. She then shook her head and knew she had to focus. She had to get this done. She wanted to hurry up and conquer this young lady so that she could leave and go back to the hotel with the other dancers. “Welcome to your new life….” she said with some regret.
Sylvia stared at the naked pussy, and she could see some moisture down there. It did appear the potion had some effect, so now it was time to play. She rubbed her hands and placed her hand directly on the groin. She ran her fingers through the pubic hair, and she felt Alice flinch. “Yes indeed, you really do have a pretty pussy. I think we need to see more of it though. I think you need a good shave…..” she said, then started to walk back towards her belongings.
Alice gasped when she heard those words. She heard how pretty her womanhood was, but she also heard she needed a shave. She was stunned that they were planning on shaving her down there! She started to whimper and struggle, but she still could not get herself free. She looked at Rita and started to beg her. “Please…don’t let her do that to me. Please don’t let her shave me. I am begging you…..please.” she begged softly.
Rita felt the anguish in that voice, but she still had to focus on the task. She knew that Marge would shave victims sometimes, so this event was not out of the ordinary. She then decided she had to distract poor Alice, so she grabbed that red fluffy feather again and started to swipe it across the breasts again. She saw the chest shaking and started to hear some very slight giggles. “Just relax. It will all be over soon. Just enjoy yourself. Let yourself go. Don’t cry. Just enjoy….” she said in a soothing voice.
Sylvia made it back over to Alice’s trapped body and opened up a jar of shaving cream. After shaving Phoebe, she was excited to shave yet another woman. She liked this idea of shaving a victim. It completely humiliated them and made them more susceptible to pussy play. She remembered Thalia telling her that Christos also loved his slaves shaved because it was a lot of fun to play with that area. She also remembered Thalia telling her that Darby was shaved, and she had the most perfect pussy. That thought excited her and now she started to apply the cream on Alice’s groin. She started to lather the substance all over the hairs and groin area. She could feel her flinching and knew the pussy was going to be really responsive. She really enjoyed the fact that Rita was feathering the breasts again, which would cause some sweet giggles, but also keep Alice’s mind in a lustful state. She wanted to tear an orgasm out of her and that goal was starting to come into fruition. She looked over at Ingrid who was still touching herself and she laughed. She figured it was time to let her have some fun. “Hey, why don’t you suck her toes? Let’s keep her in heat.” she instructed.
Ingrid looked over at Sylvia and paused the touching of herself. She heard the instructions to suck those cute toes, and she grinned. She loved watching a woman getting shaved and now she could taste some toes while doing it. She loved Alice’s feet and toes. She imagined what it would be like in her mouth, and she slowly took off her mask. Alice was done for, so it didn’t matter if she saw her face. She was going to be a sex slave anyway. She looked at the right foot and then placed her hands around the foot. The toes were peeking out from above her hands, and she licked her lips. That big toe looked delicious and now she was going to try it. She wrapped her lips around that chunky digit and started to suckle on it. Her body melted with pleasure as the toe tasted better than she thought. She closed her eyes and started to really enjoy the taste. “Mmmmm…..delicious.” she cooed.
Alice continued to giggle as the feather stroked around her breasts. The feather would slide from the right breast, then over to the left. It swirled around the tops and the outsides edges, driving her crazy. She could see the pleasant look on Rita’s face and even though she was being tickle assaulted, she did like the soothing look of her tickler. She was still scared out of her mind, but the feathering and that soft look started to wear her down and her body was surrendering. She could feel those fingers massaging her groin and felt that substance on her. Then she felt her right big toe inside something very warm and wet. These women were giving her body erotic pleasure, and it started to overwhelm her. She just did not know what else to do. They were dominating her and she was losing control of her own body. The massage of her groin stopped, but the feathering of her nipples and the sucking of her toe continued. “Mmmm….why…..why do you….mmm…have to do this to……me?” she moaned.
Sylvia giggled to herself because of the breast feathering and the toe sucking was breaking Alice. She could tell she was getting more and more aroused, which is where she wanted her. She then took her razor and started to scrape it over the mound. She could see the cream coming off, with clumps of blond hair in it. She could hear those moans; she could hear Ingrid’s toe sucking and now the mound was becoming smooth. She focused on making sure all the hair was removed. She wanted this sweet looking pussy completely bald and smooth. She was very careful around those pouty lips and soon, the mound was shaved. She took a towel and wiped away the excess cream and hair. She could now see that precious pussy and she smiled. “My, my, my. Your pussy is absolutely perfect. Ladies, take a look.” she said with joy.
Ingrid stopped her toe sucking and looked towards the groin. She gasped in awe as she could clearly see that vagina. She loved how it looked before, but now it was even more clear. Those pink lips looked delightful, and it also looked like a tight pussy. She surmised this victim probably didn’t have sex much, if she had sex at all. “Wow!!! She does have a pretty pussy! I like women with pretty pussies! Hehehe” she said with excitement then started to suck the index, middle and ring toes.
Rita paused her feathering of the breasts and glanced over at the now shaven mound. She felt a tingle in her own body because the pussy did look absolutely nice. She saw how pink the lips were and how everything was so pale around it. She then turned back to Alice’s face and smiled. “You are very pretty down there. One of the best I have ever seen.” she said with a grin.
Alice’s face turned very red once she realized the shaving had stopped. Now these people were raving about how pretty she was down there, and she did not know how to react. No one ever told her how pretty she was down there. She didn’t even think something like that could be pretty. The worst part was they were all looking at it and she couldn’t even see it herself. She felt very embarrassed and ashamed. She had never been with women sexually and now all three of these people were forcing her into a sexual situation. She closed her eyes for a moment as the wave of humiliation washed over her. She started to lose it mentally because she had never been so embarrassed her in life. Her eyes filled with tears and a tear started to fall. “Please….let me go. Stop doing this to me….” she cried.
Sylvia saw the tear falling from the eye and she smiled. This was the sign that Alice was breaking completely. She could see how red the face had gotten from embarrassment, and she loved it. Now was the time to push this woman over the edge and prepare her for a life of sex slavery. She got closer to Alice’s face and grinned. “Don’t cry, Alice. Like I told you. We are going to make you feel really good. Enjoy….” she told her.
Rita shivered when she heard Sylvia telling Alice she was going to feel good. It meant that the orgasm was going to be pulled from Alice, and the poor woman was going to be broken. She started to resume feathering the breasts, hoping to give Alice some pleasure before her life as a sex slave was to begin. She moved the feather across the nipples, and they were both still rock hard. She saw the fronds of the feather engulfing that right nipple and hoped the orgasm was at least a powerful one.
Sylvia made her way to the pussy and started to lightly flutter her fingers across the lips. Her own body was sexually charged, and it was time to get poor Alice to lose her mind. She felt the pussy contracting and squirming and she loved it. She loved how responsive Alice was to her touch. She heard a few gasps mixed in with some cries. She could see the feather teasing the nipples. She looked towards Ingrid and saw her devouring those toes. The moment was starting to become very erotic to her and she wanted to keep pushing those buttons. She fluttered her fingers right along the crease of the groin where the legs connected to the area. She heard a slight giggle and loved it. It appeared the victim was ticklish on her pussy. That was always a great discovery and knew tickling it would start to make the mound more aroused and a lot more wet. “Hehehe looks like someone has a ticklish pussy.” she teased.
Alice felt that nipple feathering and even though her mind was in turmoil, it felt amazing to her body. She could also feel a tongue sliding against her toes, which tickled, but also felt amazing. It was when the fingers touched her very special place that blew her mind away. The touch was very soft, and gentle and it felt good. She also felt the fingers fluttering around that spot and it started to tickle. She was surprised that she was ticklish there and she couldn’t help but laugh. She was shocked that her body could enjoy these feelings even though it was being forced upon her. When she heard Sylvia mentioning she had a ticklish pussy, that made her laugh even more, while her arousal defied her mind and grew rapidly. “hehehehe don’t tickle hehehe me there!” she giggled.
Sylvia couldn’t help but smile when she heard those cute giggles coming from Alice. She loved how responsive the pussy was to her touch, and she wanted to keep playing with her. She knew Ingrid was sucking on those toes and the feather in Rita’s hand was still titillating those perfect breasts. She moved her fingers right below the pussy and touched the perineum. She heard a cute squeal coming from Alice and she adored it. This moment was getting more erotic and even more fun as she tickled all around that area. She truly was a perfect specimen for a sex slave. She really started to think this one should be brought back to Christos because he loved women like this. She loved the giggles, but now it was time to rip an orgasm out of her. She stopped fluttering and now just slid her finger up and down the lips. She could feel the wetness and she kept playing with those folds. She saw the hips making a very slight grind and knew the sexual pleasure had to be building up. It was just a matter of time before this woman gave up her orgasm.
Ingrid continued slurp on those thick toes and enjoyed the moment. As she feasted on the digits, she could see what Sylvia was doing to the exposed and vulnerable pussy. She could also see the feather was moving slowly across the breasts and everything was getting more erotic. She then started to kiss the bottom of the foot. She wanted to tickle the foot again, but she could tell it was time to make Alice cum her brains out. Her lips loved the taste of the foot as she planted her lips on the ball of the foot. She could see the toes wiggling and she knew this woman had to be in lust. She also decided that when they were done with Alice, she was going to have to masturbate an orgasm out of her own body.
Rita loved feathering the perfect breasts before her. She heard those sweet giggles when Sylvia tickled the womanhood, but now she heard the giggles stop and she could see the look on Alice’s face. It was a mixture of confusion and pleasure. She knew the poor girl’s mind had to be in turmoil, feeling the most erotic pleasure, but knowing she was being tortured. She moved the feather to the left nipple and teased it. She wanted to keep pushing those buttons and drive her crazy. “Mmmm….so pretty. You are so pretty.” she cooed.
Alice felt intense pleasure in her body, and she was stunned. It was still unbelievable that this was happening to her and how much her body enjoyed it. That feather on her nipples felt incredible. The kissing touches on the bottom of her foot felt amazing. The touching of her special place really got her going and she feared that she was surrendering to their will. She felt her heart race and every nerve in her body was on high alert. She heard Rita’s soft words about her being pretty and it did feel nice. She started to wonder if she should fight the erotic feelings she was having. Some part of her did not want to surrender to these women, but the pleasure was so strong. Then she gasped as she felt something playing with her clitoris. That sensation wracked her body and now she was in full heat. The touch was tender, but it also felt very strong. She started to lose control of her body and was starting to surrender to the pleasure. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying her best to resist, but it was no use. “Noo…..please…..” she murmured.
Sylvia could hear those soft noises coming from Alice and she had her right where she wanted. She continued to play with the clit with her thumb and knew Alice was in intense sexual heat. She was going to make this woman surrender. She looked at that angelic face and smiled. “Alice….give me your orgasm. Just give it up. Once you do, you are all mine. Give it to me.” she told her.
Alice heard those words, and it appeared that if she were to have an orgasm, it meant her life was over. That what that woman wanted. She wanted to have her surrender her body. That made her want to resist. That made her want to fight for her own freedom it seemed. The pleasure was incredible, but she had to keep fighting. She had no idea how long she could hold out as the feathering, kissing of her feet, and the pussy play was very powerful. She looked at Sylvia’s face and saw a look of determination. It frightened her because this moment was all about willpower. Either she fights it off, or she was doomed to be a sex slave. Then she gasped in surprise when she felt something entering her vagina. She could already guess it was a finger and now she knew she was in trouble. “Noooooo….please…..mmmmmm….please don’t…..do that…..mmmmmmm” she moaned.
“That’s right. Be a good girl and give it up to me. You know you can’t resist this pleasure. You know your body is no longer yours. It will belong to me. You can’t fight this. Give…..me…..your…..cum.” Sylvia said in a determined voice. She knew that mentally toying with a victim would make them feel horrible once they did orgasm. She could feel how wet and juicy the pussy was at this moment as her finger continued to bang inside the sweet pussy, and her thumb was still playing with the clit. She fingerbanged harder and could hear the slopping noises. Once she saw Alice’s eyes fluttering, she knew she had her. “Give it to me. Give it to me you horny slut!” she demanded.
Alice felt that finger grinding harder into her, and she felt that incredible urge to orgasm building. She was still tied down, naked and completely helpless to these women. The kissing touches on her foot moved to her arch and even though it tickled a little, it sent another jolt of sexual pleasure throughout her body. The nipple teasing continued and she knew she had no chance. But she wanted to keep fighting because now if she did have an orgasm, it meant she was a sex slave according to Sylvia. She continued to fight the feeling with everything she had, but it was no use. The clit play started to form that orgasmic wave and now she was slipping into that pleasure. She could feel the incredible sensations and now her body was on edge. “Nooo….please don’t make me orgasm….please don’t make me…..” she begged.
“You WILL orgasm. You are a dirty little *****, destined to be a sex slave. I will take your cum whether you want to or not. We both know you DO want to give it to me because you ARE a sex slave.” Sylvia said, still trying to play the mind games with her victim. She wanted Alice to feel defeated once she did orgasm, which would then break her will.
Alice heard those words, and she knew she had lost the battle. The pleasure felt very good, especially after all the tickle torture. As the orgasm started to crest, she knew once it hit, her life was over. A sadness within her started to rise and then her orgasm hit! She felt the incredible pleasure finally spilling over and her body started to rock. She curled her toes very tight, and her fists were balled up. The pleasure poured out of her, and she felt amazing. “MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM OH YES…..YES!!!” she cried out.
Sylvia smiled when she felt that orgasm pouring out. She could feel how much wetter the pussy became, and she could see that body shaking a little. She felt proud that she was able to tear that orgasm out and now it was time to finish the breaking of the mind. She slowly pulled her fingers out and got closer to Alice’s face. She waited a little bit until the eyes were opened. She could see her breathing hard and heard those sweet little cooing noises. Once the eyes slowly opened, it was time to destroy her. “Yep, you are all mine, and you taste great….” she said, the licked her pussy-soaked fingers right in front of Alice’s face.
Alice felt a tidal wave of pleasure as she was coming off her orgasm. She felt this sense of relief and everything felt peaceful. It was as though her body needed that kind of release after all the torture she went through. She felt tingles all over her body and she was breathing hard. She only had one sexual experience before, and this feeling was far greater than that one. She slowly opened her eyes and then she saw Sylvia’s face right there. It startled her and the facial expression worried her. She then watched in disbelief as she saw the woman’s fingers near her face and now, they were being licked. Seeing that her own love juices were being licked really bothered her. This woman had just conquered her sexually and shame washed over her body like a tsunami. She could not believe that another woman had just made her have the best orgasm she ever felt. It also meant that she was not strong enough and she was going to be a sex slave going forward. That woman had won and now sadness started to pour from her. Her eyes filled with tears, and she just wanted to let all of her emotions out. “Why? Why did you sob have to do this…this….this to me? sob I didn’t sob do anything to you….” she cried.
“You looked cute, that’s what you did. Now, when your holes are filled every day, you will look back on this day with pride. You are now ours, Alice. No one is coming to save you. You will no longer have your freedom. You will do whatever your master tells you to do. I think I might even send you to Greece. Someone there would love to fuck this innocent body of yours daily. Hell, another woman there would do that too. Say goodbye to your life, *****.” Sylvia said, then moved away from Alice. She knew her work was done because it wouldn’t be long before Alice was an emotional wreck.
Rita was stunned as she watched that entire interaction. She knew Alice had her orgasm, and after listening to Sylvia’s words and those cries from Alice, she knew that woman was done for. It was an amazing experience because of the mind games Sylvia played worked to perfection. She looked at Sylvia walking away and she was in awe. That was a very dangerous woman, and these poor slaves did not stand a chance against her. She wondered what would happen when other slaves would show up. They would all be wrecked by this woman and that made her feel a little intimidated That same woman did break Ingrid, and now she saw her destroy Alice. She also heard about how the owner of the largest cattle company was also subjected and broken by her. She prayed that she would never cross her in the wrong way. Rita then turned her attention back to Alice and could see that look of defeat and total sadness on that face. She saw the poor girl crying and knew she was done for. She leaned her head down and planted a kiss on her forehead. She then whispered into her ear. “You will be ok. You will be ok.”
Ingrid felt really excited as she watched Sylvia destroy another victim. She enjoyed this moment because she got to kiss some feet and tickled them. She went over to Sylvia and smiled. “Hey, good job! She will never be the same again.” she said with a lot of admiration in her voice.
“It was fun. Alice is no more and now we can focus on getting more victims. It looks like the potion worked just enough. Tomorrow, we will see if Alice here still remembers what just happened. So, can you watch over her tonight? You can play with her if you want, I don’t care. I just want to make sure business is set up back in Plotsville. I will go back with Rita and return sometime in the late morning. Have fun with her. Hehehe” Sylvia instructed, then patted Ingrid on the shoulder. She knew the thief would have her way with Alice and she loved it. She then went over to Rita and smiled. “Ok, let’s get back to Plotsville. We need to find more victims and bring back some others to watch over them. Your shift is done. Great job by the way with the feathering. Alice had no choice but to submit to the pleasure. You are very good at that….” she told her.
Rita smiled at the compliment and felt a little good about it. She still felt a little bad hearing Alice starting to cry, but she also knew that this was her new role, and she had to get used to it. “Thank you. I love feathering. It brings out such great sensations. Hehehe if you are game, I could demonstrate on you.” she said with a wink.
“Heheh I bet you would. Come on, let’s go. We have work to do.” Sylvia responded, then started to walk away. She did like the idea of feathering, but she would do it to Rita instead. She did not want to show any of her own sensual side. She wanted to remain in full control because she was the one who was in charge of this operation for this location. She also knew if she showed a vulnerable side, it could inspire Marge and the others to potentially turn on her. They were criminals just like she was, so she had to be leery of them. She finally made it to the outside and got back into the carriage. Rita got into the driver’s seat, and they took off. Sylvia looked outside the carriage and could see the night sky and she felt excited. The trafficking operation had begun, and she looked forward to finally going after Deputy Darby Reeves!
La Diabla walked the streets of Ciudad Azteca and still felt distraught. It had been thirty minutes since she saw her mother in imminent danger, and it really got to her. She was happy both Gabby and Veronica were with her at the moment. They were giving her great emotional support and that was desperately needed. She had a hard time focusing on what her assignment was. Priscilla wanted to have her bring back a hapless woman so they could end up being a sex slave. She had no idea who they were going to capture. Veronica suggested it should be a woman they would normally rob, so it would be a little easier, but at the same time, they had to force someone to lose their freedom. She knew she had no choice. It was either the innocent woman, or her mother’s life. She’d would die for her mother, so someone had to be kidnapped in order to keep her mother safe. The fiesta was still going on and they saw so many people having a good time. She looked towards her friends and grimaced. “Who the hell are we going to take? I see so many women here, but they look happy. They are having fun. One of them has to be a sex slave?” she asked.
Gabby felt nervous as she was looking around the crowds. She really felt horrible for La Diabla and could only imagine the emotional pain she had to be in. She wished she was inside with the outlaw when it was discovered her mother was kidnapped because she could have possibly done something to save her and destroy Priscilla at the same time. She still wanted to kill Priscilla because of Veronica being kidnapped. Now, they had to kidnap someone else so they could end up as a sex slave. She heard La Diabla’s question, and she sighed. “I don’t know. I am trying to find one we would normally rob. Some bitch of a woman would be good. Come on, there has to be one! Do you see anything, Vero?” she asked.
Veronica sighed in frustration as she could not spot a target that would be ok to take and subject them to sex slavery. She was so worried about La Diabla and her mother. She had never seen the outlaw so emotionally distraught before. She could only imagine the pain she was in. She wanted to help her so badly. She wished she went inside with La Diabla when she met Priscilla, and she could have possibly stopped all of this. Now they were snared in that evil woman’s plans, and they had to do something. She shook her head and sighed again. “No. Dammit, don’t bitches party too?” she asked.
La Diabla felt sad because if they couldn’t find a woman they would normally rob, it meant that some innocent young lady was about to have her life ruined forever. She thought about Cheyenne for a moment. She thought about how young she was, and how her life was almost completely destroyed because she was captured and being prepared as a sex slave. At this moment, she saw a lot of pretty young ladies, but they reminded her of Cheyenne. They had these smiles on their faces, and they were just enjoying life. She didn’t know what she was going to do. “Argh!!! There has to be someone we can take.” she said in frustration.
“I know. There has to be someone!” Gabby added in frustration. She continued to walk the streets and then she noticed something. She stared at a scene across the street and was intrigued. She saw a woman who appeared to be a little older, wagging her finger at a street vendor. She appeared to be scolding the man, and she wanted to get a closer look. “Hey, I think I see something. Wait right here.” she told her friends, then headed across the street.
“Listen to me! You are ripping me off! I want my money back!” a lady screamed.
“Senora! All prices are final. Besides, you dropped the ornament. I saw you do it. I can’t give you your money back when you are the one who damaged it.” the vendor replied.
“I beg your pardon!! I did not drop this cheap crap! You must be hallucinating!” the woman yelled back. She then threw the ornament back at the vendor and felt very upset. “Keep your crap! I have the right mind to go to the authorities and report you! You make me sick!” she yelled, then walked away.
Gabby watched the interaction, and a smile formed on her face. She knew that woman was lying to the vendor because of her demeanor. She figured the woman was a bit older, perhaps around her late 20s to early 30s. She was dressed in a nice dress and had some jewelry. The way she talked to the man made her believe this woman thought she was better than others. She started to feel excited because she might have just located the perfect target. She hurried back across the street and approached La Diabla and Veronica. She also kept her eye on the woman, so they could follow her. “Hey, I think I found our target. Follow me.” she told them.
La Diabla looked over and saw the woman that Gabby was now pointing at. She could tell by the way the woman was walking; she had an attitude on her. She looked like the perfect target they would rob, but now they had someone to satisfy Priscilla and her evil plans. She followed Gabby and started to get a little excited. She knew she had to focus on her mind on the task at hand. She felt a tiny bit better, but it was still going to be hard to capture some woman and doom her life to sex slavery. Then an image of her mother’s face filled her mind and that was all she needed to go through with this mission. “Ok, let’s take care of business!” she told them.
The woman continued to walk down the street and was in a hurry. She was still upset that she couldn’t get her money back for that ornament. She knew she had broken the object herself because she dropped it, but she felt she should get her money back anyway. As she walked through the crowd, she noticed a woman approaching her. She was heavy set and had a smile on her face. She figured the woman was looking past her because so many people were on the streets and having a good time. The woman then stood right before her and smiled. “Can I help you?” she asked.
“I was wondering if you could tell me where the hotel is? I have been walking around a bit, and…hehehe…forgive me…I have been drinking a little and I feel lost. I think….yeah…hehehe I think the hotel is called Hotel del Sol….” Gabby asked, pretending to be a little drunk. She knew where the hotel was according to where they were currently standing, and it was the perfect set up. She looked at this woman and sized her up. She was about the same height as La Diabla, around 5’5” and had a slim body. She was wearing a red and green fancy dress and had some nice brown leather boots on her feet. She had a pretty face, and her hair was up in a bun.
The woman looked at Gabby and could tell she had been drinking. She did not like the way she was giggling and being drunk. That behavior always irritated her and now she had to deal with it. “Listen to me, the hotel is on the next street from here. You can even cut through that alley right there. Go there and stop embarrassing yourself.” she said in a huff.
“Through the alley? Are you sure? Hehehehe It really is that close?” Gabby continued. She started to get a little excited when she saw behind the woman and La Diabla and Veronica disappeared into that alley. Now she just had to get this woman to follow her in there and the trap could be sprung. “Do you think you can show me?” she asked.
“Ugh! Show you? Can’t you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth?” the woman said with anger in her voice. She wanted to leave this situation because the heavy-set woman was irritating her.
“Heheh I am so sorry to bother you. But can you just walk through there with me? I don’t want to fall hehehe and I will even give you some money.” Gabby requested. She could see the woman’s eyes light up when she mentioned money. After that argument with the vendor, she knew this woman wanted money.
“Fine! I will show you. How much money do you have?” the woman asked. She felt a little excited about the prospect of money since she felt she should have gotten some back with that vendor. Her eyes went wide when she saw the gold coins coming out from Gabby’s pocket. It was a lot more than what she paid for the ornament and started to think she could take advantage of Gabby. “Ok, how about you give me about half of what you got in your hand, and I will take you to the hotel myself. Besides, you are drunk, and we need to make sure you get there safe.” she said with a grin.
“DEAL! Hehehe Thank you! You are so nice. What is your name?” Gabby giggled. She was thrilled this woman fell right into her trap and couldn’t wait to execute it.
“My name is Rocio. Rocio Gutierrez. Now, let’s go to your hotel. Come on!” Rocio said, then started to head to the alley. She felt happy that she managed to get so much money for just taking someone to a hotel. Even though she was not a fan of drunk people, it was fun taking advantage of this one.
“Rocio. Pretty name for a pretty woman. Hehehe” Gabby giggled. She then followed Rocio into the alley, and she felt excited. This was the perfect set up and it was time to strike.
Rocio started to walk into the alley and saw two women leaning against the walls. She didn’t think anything of it because there were still so many revelers out on the street, even for this time at night. She just wanted to get through this alley and then take the money from this drunk woman. She got close to the women leaning against the wall and one of them had a very pretty face with long black hair and a black hat. She made eye contact with her, and she slightly smiled. She started to get a little nervous, but figured since it was two women, she would be ok. “Come on, right this way…” she said as she figured the woman was right behind her.
Veronica looked at the woman and knew it was time. She stepped right in front of her, halting her in her tracks. She then pulled out her gun and pointed it right at the woman’s face. “Get your hands up! Now!” she demanded.
La Diabla saw Veronica make her move and now it was her turn. She pointed her weapon right at the woman’s chest and smiled. “You heard her! Get your hands up and if you scream, you die!” she yelled.
Rocio froze in her tracks as she saw the two women pointing guns at her. It appeared she was about to get robbed and fear set in. She quickly lifted her hands in the air and had a look of pure fear in her eyes. She saw how menacing they looked at the moment, and she wanted to make sure she obeyed them so they wouldn’t harm her. “They’re up!! Please! Don’t hurt me!” she begged.
“Yeah, she will do nicely. She is pretty. Even for a bitch…..” Veronica smiled as she continued to point her gun at Rocio’s face. She felt a little nervous because they usually would follow a victim home, break in, tie them up and then have their ticklish way with them. Because they had to hurry back with a prisoner, they had to be a lot more aggressive. She then looked beyond the woman’s head and saw Gabby approaching her from behind. She smiled because she knew what the next step would be.
Gabby came from behind Rocio and felt a little nervous. This was the moment they had to subdue this woman and then take her away. She took the gun out of the holster and turned it around. She then swung the butt of the gun with some speed and connected with the back of Rocio’s head. She didn’t hit her too hard, but enough to stun the woman and knock her down. She saw her fall in a heap and stood over her. She looked at her lover and the outlaw and sighed. “Ok, looks like we have a prisoner.” she told them.
“Yeah, looks like we have one. Come on, let’s go.” La Diabla said in a very calm voice. She saw how hard Gabby hit the woman and she was certainly dazed. Even though the woman probably had a snotty attitude, she kind of felt sorry for her. This woman’s life was never going to be the same. Robbing her and tickle torturing her was one thing, dooming her life to sex slavery was another. She knew this was to keep her mother alive, otherwise she would not have participated. “Ok, let’s take her back to Priscilla.” she said softly.
Veronica could hear the tone of La Diabla’s voice, and she felt bad. There was no enthusiasm. There was no emotion. It sounded like a voice of loss. She knew what they were doing was too far and well beyond what they normally liked to do, but she understood why. This was for something more than just committing crimes. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Ok, let’s go. Baby, could you scoop her up? Remember, if anyone asks why we are carrying a knocked-out woman, it is because she is drunk.” she told the group.
Gabby scooped Rocio off the ground and now had her in her arms. The woman’s attitude was bad, but she knew deep down she didn’t deserve to be a sex slave. She looked at La Diabla and could tell she wasn’t fully into this moment. She felt terrible for her and hoped that this could start to bring some peace, even though this woman was eternally doomed. “Ok, let’s go.” she said, then started to walk.
La Diabla cleared her mind and knew she had to focus. Even though her heart was heavy, she knew she had a job to do. She had to focus her mind on her persona as “La Diabla”. She had to return to the ways she had before meeting amazing women like Darby and Cheyenne. She had to find that cruel persona once again, or she was going to fall apart, and Isabel would be in danger and possibly killed. She exited the alley and looked around. There were still a lot of people around and now it was time to put on an act. She told both Veronica and Gabby to act like revelers and make it seem like they had an exhausting night on the town. There were a few people looking their way since Gabby was carrying a knocked-out woman in their arms. She would jokingly say out loud that not all of them can hold their liquor anymore and someone needed a nap. It was hard for her to pretend that this was all fun, but it was what she had to do. Isabel’s life depended on it.
Veronica continued to pretend that they were all having fun and their quartet partied together, she felt anguish. She was more concerned about La Diabla’s mother than she was this woman. She looked around and soon they had arrived at the same building where it all went down with Priscilla. She felt nervous because this was the moment they were going to see Priscilla in person for the first time. She had met Priscilla under the scariest circumstances, but it would be the first for Gabby and knew how much she hated her for kidnapping her. She looked at her lover and her friend and took a deep breath. “Ok, here we go. Let’s get this over with.” she said.
Gabby had a half smile on her face as they entered into the building. She remembered the last time she was inside, and it was an enjoyable moment. She absolutely loved tickle torturing that woman from the Rurales, Rosa. Now, she wondered how she would feel once she came face to face with a woman she grew to hate. Not only did Priscilla have a strong past with La Diabla, but this same woman also had Veronica kidnapped. That would always fuel her hate and if given the opportunity, she would end Priscilla once and for all. She saw the same table that Rosa was tied down on and headed towards it. She continued to look around and no one was in there. She wondered if they were hiding upstairs and would come down soon. She also wondered if she would see La Diabla’s mother. It would be an amazing moment to meet the woman how gave birth to the notorious outlaw. Gabby laid down Rocio and then wiped her hands. “Ok, we got her here. What’s next?” she asked.
“Looks like you are an obedient woman…..” Priscilla said with confidence as she headed downstairs. She was thrilled that she finally managed to get into La Diabla’s head again, and loved making her suffer. She was a little nervous because she was not armed, and she only had Pilar and Maria with her. Isabel had been taken back to their hotel, and she had to use that to make sure La Diabla didn’t kill her right now. She also knew La Diabla’s friends would be here and hoped they were not dumb enough to try something. Isabel’s life was her ace card, and she was going to use it at all times. She made it to the bottom of the stairs and saw the outlaws standing there. She could see the look on La Diabla’s face, and also, she saw the look on Veronica’s face. That was a great sight because she remembered the last time she saw her, she was naked, tied down and was tickle tortured. She also saw Gabby’s face and saw a look of anger. Priscilla knew she had to make sure she remained in control because they all looked like they wanted to kill her. Her eyes then looked towards the table and saw a knocked-out woman lying on it. She had no idea who it was, but it also didn’t matter. That woman was going to be sent to her sex slave location, but she first wanted to put her in anguish, along with La Diabla. “You brought me a gift! How thoughtful. Hehehehe” she joked.
La Diabla felt her anger rising within her and she wanted to take out her gun and end this rivalry forever. She saw two other women coming down the stairs and looked to see if her mother was with them. She didn’t see those reddish boots her mother wore and felt some sadness when she didn’t see them. Her eyes looked towards the top of the stairs and no one else was coming down. Her heart started to beat faster, and she prayed her mother was still ok. “I did what you asked, now, where is my mother?” she said with a scowl.
“Hehehehe oh, La Diabla. It does my heart good to see you so concerned about sweet Isabel. You really do love your mother, don’t you? Here I thought you had a total black heart, but you do have some love inside it.” Priscilla responded with a grin. She felt like she was in control, even though the women she was looking at all had guns and she and her group didn’t. There was a certain excitement that she could control the women and made her feel powerful. She knew she had to have that mental edge over the outlaw, or she would most likely perish. “I bet you are wondering where Isabel is, right?” she asked.
La Diabla felt her anger growing within her body. She had to steel her nerves and calm her anger in order to make sure she didn’t lose control. She saw that smirk on Priscilla’s face, and it only made her angrier. “Where…is…..she?” she asked in a very angry tone.
“She is safe! For now, at least. We took her to another location where she is being watched. I don’t want to drag her around. I wanted to make sure she was secure somewhere and looked after. Her well-being is a concern of mine, and I know of yours. Hehehe” Priscilla lied. She had to give the illusion that someone could harm Isabel so she could maintain control. She saw the seething anger written all over the outlaw’s face and she felt good about it.
“I did what you asked, now free her! NOW!!!!” La Diabla demanded. Her adrenaline started to flow, and she really wanted all of this to end. She could see how calm Priscilla looked and it drove her wild. Her eyes also looked at Pilar and Maria and they had smiles on their faces, but also nervousness. She really looked at Pilar because that was the woman who had a knife to Isabel’s throat.
“You silly woman!! I am not done with you yet. This is only the beginning! Isabel right now is being watched. If I were you, I would not get any stupid ideas out of that tiny brain of yours because I gave orders that if something happens to me, or my associates here, then Isabel is to be killed instantly. You know how the men of the Montenegro gang operate. You KNOW they would kill her without thinking twice. So, if you want to see Isabel alive ever again, then you know nothing must happen to any of us. If I live, she lives. Her fate is tied to me. Got it?” Priscilla told her. She knew that threat wasn’t truly valid at the moment, but when the trafficking operation truly got underway, she would put Isabel under that kind of supervision. Her own life depended on it.
La Diabla felt her eyes watering up again hearing that threat. She knew just how dangerous the Montenegro gang was, especially after what they did to El Guapo’s gang. She knew what Priscilla said was true and it broke her heart. If Priscilla dies, then so would Isabel. She was being forced into servitude with this woman, and she hated it. She started to get really emotional but focused really hard and maintained her composure. She took a very deep breath, then exhaled slowly. “Ok….what do you want me to do now?” she asked.
Priscilla walked up to La Diabla and felt powerful. The last time she had control over her, the outlaw was naked and a broken, emotional mess. Having her fully clothed, and alert was even better. It meant that even with her not physically worn down, she still controlled her. She wanted to do a happy dance, but didn’t want to push too far. She looked at the face of her greatest enemy and smiled. “I want you to demonstrate to my associates just how talented you are in torturing women. I have never forgotten what you did to me twice! I did not forget how you even got Phoebe Wellington, and that red headed bitch Darby involved too. I truly hate you, but I will admit you are very skilled at torturing. So, do it to that bitch you brought here. Show everyone just how good you are. You do that, and your mother stays safe. For now….” she instructed.
La Diabla could feel herself filled with rage but also love. Love for her mother and her safety. She could see and feel the smugness of Priscilla and she wanted to destroy her. She did remember torturing her twice. Once in her own home, and the other in Santa Selena. She tickled that woman until she broke. She even had Darby and Phoebe help in Santa Selena. It was such a proud moment. She rolled her eyes and then headed back towards the table. She saw the unconscious woman on the table, and it was time to get to work. She had to remember to focus on her persona. That would be the only way she could get through this and protect her mother. She looked over at Gabby and Veronica and could see the concern on their faces. “Come on, let’s get to work.” she told them in a sullen voice.
“Before you do, why don’t you properly introduce me to your little friends here, well one of them is not little, but you know what I mean. Hehehe” Priscilla taunted. She looked at the two companions and knew she had them too. She recognized Veronica and now it was time to put her in her place as well. “Wait, is that……Veronica? Hehehehe Good to see you again. You escaped from me but looks like you are back. Is your pussy ok?” she taunted.
Veronica heard those words, and her body filled with anger, but also sadness. She started to remember what happened to her when they were last in Ciudad Azteca. She had been kidnapped and tickle tortured all over her body. She was even forced to orgasm. The two companions of Priscilla were standing there and her memories flooded back over how much they tortured her. “You bitch….” she muttered.
Gabby heard those taunts and rage filled her body. She never forgotten how much Veronica suffered at the hands of those women in the room and now her lover was being reminded. She knew they were here for La Diabla, but she wanted to kill Priscilla. She started to withdraw her gun, but La Diabla placed her hand on hers and prevented her from pulling the gun. “YOU BITCH!!!! You are going to pay for what you did to her!” she yelled.
“Gabby, I know you want to kill her, not as much as I do right now, but my mother. Please think of my mother. For me, please.” La Diabla said in a pleading voice. She knew just how angry Gabby was and remembered how heartbroken she was when Veronica was being held captive. It took all of her own emotional strength to hold back her friend, but she had to. She looked over at Priscilla and scowled. “Look, I will do what you say, but don’t taunt my friends. Please, just focus on me.” she told her.
“Hehehehe looks like fat girl is a little angry with me. Hey, business is business, right? You stole that diamond from me, and now I am getting my revenge. Maybe next time you won’t interfere in my business. As for you, fat girl, you yell at me again and your friend’s mother dies. It is that simple. Now close your mouth. You need to anyway after all the food you must eat.” Priscilla taunted. She really loved the feeling of power she had over these women. She managed to get all three of them under her control in one way or another. Her eyes then went over to Veronica, and she wanted to mess with her mind again. “And you, you look so different with clothes on. I did like your naked body. Maybe you should strip for us and let us play with you again. Pilar over here really likes you. She wants to make you cum again.” she teased.
Veronica felt rage in her body as she heard Priscilla taunting her. She already knew Gabby was in a rage and La Diabla was heartbroken, so she had to calm her own emotions down. She knew what the consequences of action right now would be. She saw the look on Pilar’s face, and she was sticking her tongue out near her fingers, simulating oral sex on a woman. That really made her angry but also made her remember how those two associates truly dominated her body. They tickled her all over and they sexually dominated her. “You are going to pay one day. When you do, we are truly going to enjoy it.” she responded in a cold voice.
“Hehehehe sure. Now, can you three get to work? I need to see if you are good enough. I know La Diabla is, but can the slut and the fat girl perform just as well?” Priscilla told them. She saw the glare in their eyes and knew even though she was in control with Isabels’ life on the line, she had a feeling she had better stop with the taunts to avoid suicide missions from their part. She calmed herself down and looked at them with a smile. “Look, I am just having fun. Calm down, bitches. You would do the same to me. Now, let’s see what you can do as a group.” she told them.
La Diabla shook her head and hated Priscilla having this much control over them. Isabel’s face appeared in her head again and that got her focused. She looked at both Gabby and Veronica and nodded her head. “Listen, we all want to kill her and those two stooges. When my mother is free, we will do that and enjoy every single moment of it. Let’s take care of this woman lying here. We have to destroy her, so use the anger you feel for Priscilla and take it out on this woman. You know what we need to do. This is killing me, but I would literally do anything to save my mother. Understand?” she told them.
“Yeah, I know. It is just that she has that stupid smile on her face. I want to just tear it off of her and shove it up her ass. You are our friend, and we are willing to do anything to help you. So, let’s do what we do and wreck this bitch lying on the table.” Gabby told them in a soft voice. She understood what was needed to be done in this situation. Rage felt good and really should have taken place, but like her mentor said, there was a bigger goal in mind. Knowing how emotionally destroyed La Diabla was at the moment, she figured she would be able to focus and get the job done. She was really concerned about Veronica as well. She was the one who suffered before, and she could not get revenge at the moment. “Hey baby, you ok?” she asked her.
Veronica saw Gabby looking at her and she nodded her head. This was a very emotional moment, and she had to make sure she was ok as well. She knew what they needed to do, and the focus had to be there. “Yea, I am ok. I can’t wait until we get our revenge. I truly hate that woman.” she said in a soft voice.
La Diabla nodded her head, and she felt horrible for her two friends. She knew they were also affected emotionally by the entire situation. They were now drawn into her rivalry with Priscilla and it hurt her own feelings. She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. It was now time to ignore the evil blond woman and now torture the knocked-out woman they had captured. She then started to get the ropes she saw on the ground, which were put there by Priscilla’s companions. She started to tie the wrists above the woman’s head, and they were spread. She watched Veronica and Gabby slipped off the woman’s boots, so they could easily tie her ankles. She saw the left boot slip off by Veronica, and then the right boot from Gabby. The woman was wearing brown stockings, and she knew those feet were in trouble. Her eyes looked back at the woman’s face, and she did find it pretty. She had to think of this woman as one of their robbery victims, so she could torture her and get the job done. Once she finished the tying of the wrists, she looked at Gabby and Veronica one more time and nodded her head. It was time to play with this woman and send her to hell. She started to lightly tap the right cheek and heard the woman starting to stir.
“Mmmmm….W-What happened?” Rocio muttered as she started to come out of her daze. She was completely knocked out and now her cheek was being touched. She fluttered her eyes, and her mind started to awaken as well. She then started to try and touch her face but noticed she could not move her arms. That made her jolt herself awake and now she realized she couldn’t move, and she was inside some kind of room. She started to remember what happened, and fear took over. She was supposed to show some woman where her hotel was but then was confronted by two women in the alley and saw guns drawn at her. The next thing she knew, she saw blackness and now she was in a room, and she couldn’t move. She looked towards her right wrist and saw that rope was tied around it and that frightened her. Then she looked at her left wrist and it was also tied down. She noticed someone standing near her left wrist and when her eyes looked up and saw that face, she panicked. The face was very beautiful, but it was also the face of one of the women who pulled a gun on her. “W-Who are you??? Why am I here? HELP!!! SOMEONE HELP!!!” she screamed.
La Diabla heard that fear and some parts of her enjoyed listening to it. There was still something very exciting about torturing a woman and this one looked like she would be a lot of fun. She was also concerned about her screaming because her yells were quite loud. If someone were to hear them, they could come in, and ruin everything. Priscilla would be forced to flee, and she might never see Isabel ever again alive. She leaned her head closer to the woman’s face and had to talk to her. “Shh!! Be quiet! If you want to stay alive, you better listen to me. Understand?” she told her.
Rocio nearly had a heart attack when she heard those words. This woman was threatening to kill her, and she froze. Fear gripped her body because she had no idea why they knocked her out and had her in this room. Her face then looked towards her feet, and she gasped in terror again when she saw the other woman who drew a gun on her and to her right foot, she saw the woman she was supposed to take to the hotel. She realized she was tricked into going into that alley by that woman and now she was trapped. She looked at all three of them again and she was very scared. “W-Who are all of you? W-Why do you have me here? I-I don’t have any money….” she said with her voice shaking.
“You are here because you have to be. You see, I have some goals in mind, and you are simply part of it. Now, I am guessing you like to live. If you follow my directions, your chances of living are much, much higher. But if you act stupid, well, there is no telling what might happen to you. You are a pretty woman, which makes you future occupation easier. First things, first. What is your name?” La Diabla told the woman. She started to settle into her “persona” and it was time to execute the mission. She loved looking at this woman shaking in fear and the torture was going to be fun. She also knew she had to get a gag, so this woman can scream and not alert all of Ciudad Azteca.
“Rocio…my name is Rocio.” Rocio responded. She felt great fear in her body as she looked at the outlaw’s face. She still could not believe this was happening to her and she listened closely to the voice of the woman. The words she said terrified her because she mentioned her future occupation. She had no idea what that meant, but she did know her life was in danger. This was easily the most terrified she had been in her entire 30 years of life. “W-What are you going to do to me? Please don’t hurt me.” she whined.
“If you act appropriately, then no true harm will come to you. But if you defy me, well, no promises.” La Diabla told her. She then moved her own face even closer. She looked into Rocio’s eyes and saw utter fear. She felt that feeling of truly tormenting this poor woman, so she could get her mother back. “Now, listen closely. Me and my friends are going to have a little fun with you. To be honest, if your body reacts a certain way, then it will not be fun for you. You are going to suffer. You will wish for death instead. I have to do what I have to do to prepare you for the next phase of your life.” she told her.
Rocio’s soul left her body when she heard those ominous words. The way that woman sounded, bad things were about to happen to her, and she was going to suffer. She felt her emotions building and she didn’t hesitate begging for her life. “PLEASE DON’T HURT ME!!! I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING TO YOU!!! PLEASE LET ME GO!!!” she cried out.
La Diabla heard those words, and she had mixed emotions. She always did enjoy torturing a woman, but this moment was different. She knew she had to break this woman, and it appeared it wouldn’t take long, but she still felt bad that this woman’s life was never going to be the same afterwards. Still, she had to do what she had to do. The power in this woman’s voice made her realize that a gag would be necessary. She looked over at Priscilla and saw that smirk. She truly hated this moment, but she had no choice. “Since you supplied ropes, I take it you have a gag as well. Or do you want this woman to bring all of Ciudad Azteca here to us?” she told her.
Priscilla shook her head hearing La Diabla’s words. She knew the outlaw was correct. She did not want to draw unnecessary attention to this location. There were still a lot of people out on the streets, enjoying the fiesta and could possibly hear the screams. She looked over at Pilar and nodded her head. “Get her a gag.” she instructed.
UP NEXT: Rocio continues to suffer and Rita feels guilty.
Ok fans, how did you enjoy this one? Poor Alice. She went through a lot and there is no happiness in her future at the moment. You can only imagine how she feels. Now, another woman in Mexico is going to go through the same thing. Priscilla is one evil woman. She is definitely my favorite villain of this entire saga. I hope you enjoyed this part! Thank you all for reading and enjoying. Your comments are most welcomed and encouraged!
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