Ok fans, it is time for the next chapter in this epic series! I hope you have enjoyed the story thus far. La Diabla is forced into working for her greatest rival and you know it has to be killing her. We are about a little of a quarter of the way into this story, and you can imagine that there is just so much more good stuff to come. Thank you for all of your support and I hope you continue to enjoy the ride. Now, time for the next part. Your comments are most welcomed and highly encouraged!
PART 6
Pilar heard the command, and she wondered what they could use as a gag. For her other victims, she used their own socks or stockings, so she never had a specific gag to use. She was still amazed that this entire situation was happening. She was face to face again with the notorious outlaw, but also with her companions. She felt a small rivalry with them. She got to torture Veronica and listening to Gabby, she knew that she was effective in her torture of her. Now she was in control, and she wanted to exploit that as well. There was such a thrill in her own body when she had Isabel in her clutches and had a knife to her throat. She was happy that La Diabla agreed to this arrangement, because she didn’t want to commit actual murder. Priscilla told her that there was no way La Diabla would risk her mother’s well-being and correctly predicted La Diabla would surrender. She looked at the three outlaws and could see they were all angry, but it didn’t matter. She had some control over them, and she smiled. “I don’t have one, but I have an idea. How about using one of her stockings? That’s what we used on Veronica. She got to taste her own foot. Haha” she advised.
Veronica heard that response and she felt very upset. She remembered when her own sock was in her mouth and that was such a humiliating moment for her. She felt a little emotional hearing that because she was really tortured by that same woman. She also felt angry that she couldn’t do anything about it right now. “I hate you…..” she said seething.
“I am going to get you, bitch. Not now, but one day, you are going to pay for what you did to her. PAY!!!!” Gabby yelled. She did not like hearing how Veronica was gagged with her own sock. She knew that it had to be humiliating for her, and she wanted to protect her at all costs. She then looked at the right foot of Rocio and saw the sock. Normally, she would slowly tease and peel the sock off, but she was very angry. She reached under the dress and found the top of the stocking. She quickly pulled it down, got It under the rope that tied the ankle and then it came off the heel. She quickly peeled it off, and now the right foot was stripped naked. She stared at the foot for a moment and liked what she saw. The foot was long and narrow, with the toes being long. The index toe was slightly longer than the big toe, and the rest of the toes descended in length. She could see the soft tanned skin on the sole of the foot, and it looked soft. The arch was a normal design, and it did look sensitive. Gabby then tossed the empty stocking over to La Diabla and nodded her head. She knew they had a job to do and wanted to take out her anger with tickling Rocio silly.
La Diabla caught the sock, and she got herself ready. Now it was time to torture this woman and with Priscilla watching, she had to utterly destroy this woman. She looked down at Rocio’s face and saw how scared she was. Her eyes were wide open, her mouth was agape, and she could see the stress written all over that face. “Ok, keep your mouth open and I won’t hurt you.” she told her, then stuffed the stocking inside the mouth.
Rocio froze in place when she heard that threat. She could see the look on La Diabla’s face, and she felt true fear. The outlaw had a mean look, but she thought her mind was playing tricks on her because she thought she saw a look of empathy. She didn’t know what to do, but what she did know was that she did not want to be injured. She felt the stocking get stuffed in her mouth and she was stunned. She could taste the sweat of her foot, and it repulsed her. She was wearing her stockings and boots all day, so her feet were really warm and a little moist. She thought she was about to vomit but managed to remain calm. She started to whine in her gag because she didn’t know what they were going to do to her. “Please….why are you doing this to me? I want to leave…” she whimpered.
“You are not going anywhere. You are all ours now. In fact, you might want to get used to the idea that you will never see your home again. You do sound sad. Poor Rocio. Hey, what if I help make you feel a little better? I don’t want you to cry or anything. How about I tell you a joke? Does that sound good? I think you need to laugh right now.” La Diabla teased. She started to feel a little confident about what she had to do. She felt her instincts kicking in and it was time to drive poor Rocio crazy.
Rocio was stunned when she heard those words. When she heard that she would never see her home again, that made her very scared. They kidnapped her and now she was going to be a prisoner. When she heard La Diabla saying she wanted to tell her a joke, she wanted to cry. This woman was enjoying herself. This woman wanted to make her cry and enjoyed it. Her eyes got a little watery and she felt her entire body on edge. “Please….let me go. I want to go home.” she whimpered into her gag.
“You’re not going home. In fact, you are never going home again. Now, you really could use a joke to lighten the mood. What did the turtle say to the chicken before it crossed the road?” La Diabla teasingly asked. She did enjoy playing mind games with her victims and this was the perfect set up. She winked at both Gabby and Veronica because it was time to torture Rocio.
Rocio heard that question and wondered what was going on., It was such a surreal moment to be tied down, had her boots and one stocking removed, and now this woman who told her she was never going back home was trying to tell her a joke. “Please let me go….” she answered softly.
“They didn’t say anything!!! Animals can’t talk!! Hahahahahaha” La Diabla followed up. She knew she told a horrible joke, but it was the perfect set up. She saw the look on Rocio’s face and now the torture could begin. “You didn’t find that funny? I am SO offended! You were supposed to laugh! Here, let’s see if this makes you laugh.” she told her then started to lightly run her fingers down the left arm. She stroked her fingertips across the triceps and when she got close to the underarm, she saw the arm really starting to flinch. The armpit was covered by short sleeve of the dress, but it was a matter of time before it was exposed.
Rocio heard that terrible joke and was speechless. It was as though the outlaw was playing a game. Then she felt fingers stroking very lightly down her arm and she felt some ticklish sensations. That surprised her because it tickled at a moment like this. When the fingers made it to the triceps and then biceps, the ticklish feeling grew stronger. She wanted to burst out laughing, but she didn’t want to laugh. She feared that if she did, then the outlaw might think she was mocking her and then she might be in pain. The fingers were getting dangerously closer to her armpit and now she felt her entire body starting to tremble. She knew how ticklish she was, and it was rare that she was tickled. She hated being tickled, and whenever someone did it, she wanted to punch them in the face. A lover once tickled her, and she hit him squarely on the jaw. He never tickled her again. Now, she was faced with revealing her extreme ticklishness and prayed this woman would stop touching her and would let her go. “Please….let me….hehe…..go.” she whimpered and let a small giggle come out.
La Diabla heard that giggle and she got a little excited. It appeared Rocio was indeed ticklish, and she hoped she was extremely ticklish. She had to break this woman’s will. She had to make sure she became fearful of being tickled and become very docile. That would help her be an effective sex slave. “Was that a giggle I heard? Hmmmmm….so you DID find my joke funny! Good! Laughter is good for you. Isn’t that right my friends?” she joked, then looked at both Veronica and Gabby.
Veronica heard the horrible joke, but she knew what was about to happen. She then watched as La Diabla started to tickle the arm lightly and when she heard that tiny giggle, she felt some relief. They had to tickle torture this woman so Priscilla would be pleased. They had no choice but to torment Rocio or something horrible could happen to La Diabla’s mother. She decided she wanted to get into this moment and saw her opening. With the arms outstretched over her head, the entire ribs and sides of Rocio’s body were exposed. She got closer to the left side and reached her hand forward. She took her index finger and poked it right into the side of the ribcage and felt the body jerk. She poked again and again, and she saw Rocio’s head lift up a little and stare right back at her. She could see that kind of fear she loved. Ticklish fear. She kept poking because she wanted Rocio to realize what her fate was about to be.
Rocio felt those pokes in her ribs, and she looked over at Veronica. That was the woman who first pulled a gun on her and now she was poking her ribs. Those pokes sent intense ticklish feelings throughout her body, and she was now in disbelief. It appeared that they were trying to tickle her on purpose now and that made her very afraid. “Hehehe what are you hehehe doing?” she asked under her gag.
Gabby saw the reaction and figured it was time for her to make her presence felt. She could see Rocio looking towards her left where both La Diabla and Veronica were touching her. She then started to lightly flutter her fingers across the right side, moving from the ribs to the hip area. She saw Rocio turn her head quickly towards her and smiled. “Hehehe I guess we found the hotel?” she teased.
Rocio saw Gabby and she felt horrible. The realization that she fell into a trap really got deep into her soul. She was trying to help someone, but they wanted to kidnap her instead. That played with her emotions. She also felt those pokes and touches and the ticklishness was starting to increase. As she started to fidget, she looked at Gabby’s face and she wanted to plead with her. “Why? Why did you do this to me? hehe” she asked with a giggle.
Gabby heard that question and she smiled. She knew what they were doing to her was part of working with Priscilla, but she also remembered the reason Rocio was targeted to begin with. She continued to stroke the finger along the right side and looked into those terrified eyes. “Because you deserve this. I chose you to bring here because you and I both know you are not a nice person. I saw what you did to that man. I heard you yell at him and tried to cheat him out of money. You are a real bitch, so welcome to your worst nightmare.” she told her.
Rocio felt her heart sink when she heard that explanation. She remembered the moment that Gabby was referring to and now regret started to fill her soul. She remembered trying to get her money back for an ornament she broke, and this woman witnessed it. She wondered if she was a relative of the man and the thought of revenge really started to bother her. “Hehehehe I am sorry!!! I didn’t mean it!” she yelled in her gag, while still fidgeting from the ticklish pokes.
“Too little, too late. Hehehe Now, you suffer.” Gabby told her, then grabbed the right side and started to lobster claw it. She felt the body tightening up and she loved it. Now she started to get excited about torturing this woman. She didn’t have to think about Priscilla and the emotional pain La Diabla was in. She could focus on what this woman did to the vendor and really take out her aggression on her. She could hear Rocio starting to really begin to laugh, and she wanted to punish her.
“EEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! STOP IT!!! DON’T TICKLE ME!” Rocio screamed as she felt those lobster claw pressing into her right side. She then felt fingers now pressing into her left ribcage and that sent another jolt of ticklish electricity throughout her body. She wondered why they had to tickle her. “HAHAHAHAHA WHY ARE YOU TICKLING HEHAHAHAHA ME???” she screamed into her gag.
“Because….it is a lot of fun. Listen to yourself. You sound ridiculous. Are you really that ticklish? You can’t handle a silly game? You are pathetic.” La Diabla taunted as she listened to that strong laughter. She was very delighted that this woman was ticklish. Now she could torture her and truly start to break her down. She wanted to forget about all the stress she was under and just take it out on Rocio. Hearing that story about the vendor made it a little easier as well. She then moved her fingers closer to the armpit and once it got to the sleeve, she burrowed her fingers under the garment and found the sensitive skin there. That made Rocio shriek again and she loved it.
Rocio felt fingers in her armpit, and she lost it. Her armpits were terribly ticklish and now she was trapped. She tried to pull her arm down, but it was no use. She also heard La Diabla verbally berate her, and she knew she was in trouble. These women wanted to punish her. These women were going to torture her. Although it was better than being hurt physically, it was still a terrible feeling, and she felt ashamed. She couldn’t stop laughing and those hands and fingers touching her body were driving her crazy. She lifted her head for a moment, and she looked down towards her feet. She thought she was hallucinating, but she could see three other women in the room. One of them was a taller woman, with blond hair. She looked pretty but had a wry smile on her face. It made her very worried that there were even more women in here to potentially torture her. “HAHAHAHAHAHA WHO’S THAT?? WHO’S THAT?” she laughed.
La Diabla looked in the same direction that Rocio was looking and realized that she must have seen Priscilla. That made her chuckle because in a way, it was better that she was torturing her instead of Priscilla. Now it was time to really mess with Rocio’s mind. “Oh her? Hehehehe I am known as La Diabla, but that one right there, is pure evil. A true bitch. She is here to watch you suffer. So, you better beg her if you want any mercy.” she told her, with her voice loud enough for Priscilla to hear.
Priscilla watched what was taking place and she found it amusing. They were starting the torture, and she loved the sounds of that muffled laughter. She liked the way all three were going after Rocio and wondered how long it would be before she broke. She knew La Diabla could get the job done. She knew just how talented she was at this. It was interesting to see her in action against someone else. She had never seen her tickle torture someone before. She only experienced it on her own body. She also saw Rocio looking at her and when she heard those frantic screams of who she was, she loved it. She wanted to feel powerful and be feared. Then she heard La Diabla describing her and she rolled her eyes. She knew the outlaw was trying to insult her, but since it was part of the torture, she couldn’t really do anything. “You’re just as lovely, you *****.” she snapped back.
“You hear that? She called you a *****! Hehehe” La Diabla said to Rocio, then winked at Priscilla. She figured she could use her anger towards the blond woman on poor Rocio. She then looked back at Rocio’s face and had a very evil smile on it. “Speaking of *****s, that is your future occupation! That’s right, you are going to be a sex slave! You will get to service whoever, whenever. My job is to get you prepared for that. Your nightmare is just beginning. Just imagine what it will be like when we get you naked.” she threatened.
Rocio heard those words and her face went white. Even though her ribs, armpit and right side was being tickled, the thought of being a sex slave made her panic. She now knew of her fate and wanted no part of it. They even threatened to strip her naked. That would be embarrassing, and she started to beg. “NOOOOOOOO!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA YOU CAN’T!!! YOU CAN’T HAHAHAHAHAHA DO THAT TO ME!!!’ she screamed in laughter.
“I bet you look really good naked. I bet you look very nice under this pretty dress. I can’t wait to find out!” Veronica teased. She wanted to get some verbal taunting in as well. She continued to move her fingers over the ribs and even went after the right ribcage. She found those grooves in the ribs under the dress and loved the reaction she was getting. She loved how all three of them were tormenting Rocio. Even though they were under duress, she did love the fact that they were a team and now inflicting a lot of torture on this woman. She remembered when they all went after Rose, the assistant to Christos and wore that woman out. She remembered the fun they had when they worked over Claire, their very first victim, as a team of outlaws. She hoped they could truly push Rocio into ticklish insanity together and try to help La Diabla.
Pilar listened to the outlaws tickling Rocio and verbally taunting her. She was very interested in this session because she wanted to compare their style to hers. She loved torturing Veronica and Isabel. She wanted to get better at it. When she was told how skilled La Diabla was at this kind of torture, she definitely wanted to pay attention to what the infamous outlaw did to this victim. She looked over at Priscilla’s face and she did look happy. She also wondered what the ultimate plan was. She knew she was supposed to go to the United States to help torture the sex slaves but wondered what La Diabla’s ultimate role would be as well. “Hey, I think they are doing a decent job right now. They are not too bad.” she told her boss.
Priscilla turned to her right and looked at Pilar. She could tell she had a little professional jealousy and loved it. It meant she could get Pilar to be even more ruthless with the sex slaves. She could see great things from Pilar. She wondered if she could turn her into another version of Helga, or even Thalia. “Hehehe yeah, they are pretty good. They are just beginning. I am looking forward to what they do to her when they strip her naked. Do you think you can match their skill level?” she asked.
“Yes! I think I am better than them already. I look forward to proving that to you.” Pilar responded with a smile. She really wanted to impress Priscilla and curry favor with her. She then looked over at Maria, who was on Priscilla’s left side. She wanted to make sure her partner was ready to take things to new levels as well. “Hey Maria, don’t you think we are better than them?” she asked with a smile.
Maria heard Pilar’s question, and she looked at her friend. She could see the desire in her eyes, and she knew why. After they tickled Isabel and Veronica, they were now developing their own torture style with tickling. She was still a little nervous with all the dangerous women in this room, but she also respected and was very impressed with the way Priscilla commanded the room. She liked being a part of something big, even though she remained nervous. “Yes, we are very good at what we can do. I mean, we still need more practice, but once we are done, we will be the greatest at this.” she said with a sense of pride.
Priscilla loved hearing that confidence from both of her associates. Then an idea hit her. She started to smile thinking about what she was going to say next because it would surely bring more intensity to this moment. “Hey La Diabla, my ladies here think you and your friends are a bit average. They don’t think you can do as well as a job as they can. I mean, I know you are good at this, but maybe you are losing your touch. After all, we do have a witness to their style. Your friend there, Veronica, knows how good they are….hehehe” she teased.
Veronica heard that taunt and she started to seethe. She hated that memory and looked over at both Pilar and Maria. It was just days ago that they had her tied down, stripped naked and tickled all over her body. They even forced her to have an orgasm. She could see their knowing smiles and she turned her head back towards Gabby. She could see her being upset and she had to make sure she was ok because they had more important things to focus on. “Baby don’t listen to them. I am fine now. Let’s focus on this bitch.” she told her.
Gabby heard the taunts and challenge, and she tried to control herself. She hated that they were reminding her about what they did to Veronica. She started to think about the pain she felt when her lover was missing. She remembered how frightened she was and how much it hurt her when she found out she was kidnapped. She also remembered how happy she was when they rescued Veronica. Now, those same women were taunting them and even challenging them. She looked over at La Diabla and could see her looking right back at her. “I want to kill them so badly….” she told her in a soft voice.
La Diabla heard the taunts and knew what Priscilla was trying to do. She looked down at Rocio and could see her still laughing from their touches. She knew this woman would have to suffer even more because of Priscilla and her associates. She looked back at Gabby and saw that pain in her eyes. She understood what it felt like because she was so broken from her mother being captured. She knew they had to stay focused on the task at hand, so that they could get past this situation as quickly as possible. “I want to kill them too, but we got a job to do. Let’s just take it all out on this bitch here, and then we will deal with those morons later.” she whispered back.
Veronica heard that exchange and knew the outlaw was right. They had to focus on the task at hand and just endure whatever craziness Priscilla and her minions told them. They were all affected by that woman and they all had to fight through it. She looked down at her fingers and saw how they were placed. She then pressed into the lower part of the ribs and saw that look in Rocio’s eyes. It appeared she hit a hot spot, and she smiled. “Tickles?” she asked.
Rocio heard the exchanges between the women, and it appeared that there was some tension between the two groups. She didn’t know what it was about, but it didn’t change her own situation. She felt the fingers starting to touch her lower ribs, and the lobster clawing resumed. Then she felt fingers touching her armpit skin and she exploded in laughter. The three areas being tickled at once was too much for her to handle. The intensity really tore right through her and she tried to wiggle around as much as possible. She shut her eyes and prayed this was just one bad nightmare. She started to get frustrated that she could not move around as much. That feeling of helplessness only added to her misery. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MERCY!!!! HAHAHAHAHA STOP!!!! MERCY!!!” she screamed.
“There is no mercy for you. You will have to suffer. If I were you, I would enjoy this moment. Because we are going to start taking off clothes soon enough. I hope you have a pretty body.” La Diabla told her as she listened to those cries for mercy. She felt her own adrenaline flowing and wanted to draw out the worst ticklish feelings. She wanted to break her quickly so she could get back to the issue of her mother being a prisoner. She then used her right hand to pull down the sleeve and expose the armpit. She could see that pale skin compared to the slightly tanned skin of the rest of the arm. There were little stubbles of hair, but overall the skin was smooth enough. She wanted to tease the area at first but decided to go for the kill. She formed her fingers into claws and placed the tip of her nails on the skin and started to slide them across that armpit. She saw the arm desperately try to close itself and that look of panic always amused her.
Rocio felt those nails in her armpit, and she lost it. Her armpits and ribs were always highly ticklish, and she remembered how bad it was when friends tickled her. This was different because these women wanted to torture her. She screamed into her gag and now that stocking was getting drenched from her saliva and was mixed in with her own foot sweat. The entire moment was miserable for her, and she felt her body temperature spiking. Then she felt another powerful surge of ticklish agony when her right side received another strong “claw” pressing into it. That made her scream very loud, and she felt overwhelmed. She just continued to beg for mercy, but these women were continuing to tickle her.
Gabby loved the way La Diabla used her nails on the armpit and how Veronica was pressing her fingers into the ribs. She wanted to get her own torture in and wanted to break this woman. She loved how loud she was screaming and just focused on Rocio’s agony. She wanted to get Priscilla out of her mind and just focus on this victim. She always did enjoy tickle torturing another woman and that is how she had to focus right now. Just making Rocio as miserable as possible. She did like the overwhelming style they were doing, but wondered if they could each take a turn. “Hey, how about we each take a turn to torment her. I know we want her to break, but if we prolong her torture, the worst it will be. We have to make her completely broken so she could be sold later. It will also give us a chance to just enjoy ourselves right now.” she offered.
La Diabla paused her armpit tickling and thought about what Gabby said. It did make sense to have each of them torment Rocio separately. She wanted to rush through the torture, but to break a woman, they had to be strategic about it. If they overwhelmed Rocio right now, she might even pass out and delay their opportunity to get her mother back. They had to make Rocio very fearful, and prolonged torture would do that. If they stopped now, then she would recover faster. “Ok, I like that. Who goes first?” she asked.
“How about me? I want to play with her a bit. I got some stress I want to relieve. I will go after her, then the next one will come in.” Veronica offered. She liked the idea of each of them taking turns. It would also give them each other a chance to enjoy what each other was doing. They were such a great team, and they could systematically break this woman down.
“Ok, let’s do it. We each have a style so we can really drive her crazy. I will go last. I want to tear an orgasm out of her and completely destroy her. So, Veronica, do what you do.” La Diabla said, then folded her arms. She looked at her two friends and they seemed very eager, but also very emotional. This entire moment rested on their ability to break Rocio to the point she became a docile sex slave.
Veronica looked at Gabby and saw the love she had in her eyes. She knew how emotional she was right now, and she not only wanted to torment Rocio, but also get Gabby to start enjoying herself. She then turned to Rocio’s face and saw her gasping for air. The woman was already starting to get sweaty, and she was going to continue to get wet. She waited for her eyes to open and when she did, she smiled at her. “Poor Rocio, I bet this is all too much for you right now. I bet you wish you could just go home and away from this nightmare. Am I right?” she asked her.
Rocio felt some relief after the tickling had stopped. She could feel her body still tingling and she wanted to catch her breath. She had never been tickled this long before in her life or with so many hands tickling her at once. She wanted to spit the gag out and curse all of these women out. However, she was still tied down and completely helpless. There were also three other women in this room, so even if she escaped from these three, there were three others to take their places. That really started to play with her mind because it seemed hopeless. She also heard that they wanted to make her a sex slave and that got to her a lot. She couldn’t imagine her body being used like a common ***** to some filthy man. Her brain continued to wonder why these women would go this far with her. She may have been rude to a vendor, but was that enough to make her a sex slave? There appeared to be tension between the two groups of women in the room and that she was an object that the two groups would use in their confrontation. She heard Veronica speaking to her and she looked at her face. She saw a sweet looking smile, but she knew that it was a façade. This woman was going to torture her. She heard the question asked and it was very true. She did want to go home and escape from this horrible moment. “Yes….why can’t you just let me go? I-I don’t want to be here anymore. I don’t want to be a sex slave. I am begging for forgiveness.” she whined.
“Awww…..I bet you do want forgiveness. It is a little too late for that. Look at it this way, you will still be alive after all of this. We are not planning on killing you, so you should feel better. Now, I am just going to play around with your ribs and tummy for a bit. Are they ticklish?” Veronica teased. She then placed her fingers on the ribs and started to press into the ribcage once again.
“NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP THAT!!!” Rocio screamed as she felt her ribs being tickled once again. She felt those powerful ticklish tremors rolling throughout her body and now she was in ticklish agony once again. She wondered why they had to tickle her again. She hated this moment and prayed that somehow, one of these women would have mercy on her.
Priscilla smiled as she watched what was happening. She loved how her associate, Pilar, was able to talk to the outlaws in such a strong position. She did enjoy listening to Rocio’s laughter. There was always something soothing about listening to a woman laugh herself hysterically. She also wanted to observe the teamwork between the outlaws. She could tell they worked together a lot and had good chemistry. It made her a little nervous that La Diabla had found a new “gang” of sorts. She hated her with very single fiber of her being, but she knew how dangerous the woman was. This gang would not compete with the Montenegro gang, but they still made a good trio. That made the capture of Veronica that much sweeter. Because she was able to inflict her own power over them. They were talented enough to steal a diamond, but not powerful enough to topple her. She saw Veronica’s fingers pressing around the ribs and respected her ability to torture. Priscilla then smiled to herself when she thought about what the next move would be after this all ended. She wanted La Diabla to be miserable and knew a way that would continue to make her obey her. She then felt something tapping her right arm and she looked over at Pilar. “Yes?” she asked.
“Hey, she is pretty good at that. I like how she is making her scream.” Pilar told her. She was in awe watching a woman get tormented. She thought that once she arrived in the United States, she would watch it a lot more as well.
“Yes, she is not bad. I expect you both to be better. Because once the operation gets going, I want you both to be feared by all.” Priscilla replied. She then looked over at La Diabla who was watching Veronica go after the ribs. She still could not believe she was in charge of that woman. The feeling of victory felt really good, and she loved this feeling over her rival. She then saw La Diabla looking at her and she smiled. She wanted her to know that she was in control and that she was a subordinate. She flashed an evil smirk right back at her to make her feel the power that she had.
La Diabla was starting to enjoy listening to Rocio’s ticklish screams as Veronica continued to tickle those ribs. She was proud of the way the fingers moved and dragged out those hysterical sounds. She wanted to truly enjoy the moment and then she felt something. She looked up and saw Priscilla looking right back at her with that smirk on her face. She knew what that smirk was about. It was Priscilla trying to express her dominion and she felt a burning anger within her. She tried to remain calm. She knew what she was trying to do. She then gave her an evil look, then looked back at Rocio to see her suffering. She had to ignore Priscilla so she could finish this task. Someone’s life depended on it. “Awww….poor Rocio. She is soooooo ticklish!!! It must be a horrible feeling knowing the tickling will never stop. It will just keep going on and on and on forever…..” she taunted.
Rocio heard those taunts, and she started to laugh even harder. The way those fingers probed her ribs drove her crazy, but the verbal threats made everything much worse. She felt the fingers pressing into those grooves between her ribs and it just forced her to react. She still tried to wrap her mind around the fact that they wanted to make her a sex slave. That thought was heartbreaking for her. She wanted to live a good life, but because she was rude to some random vendor, she could spend the rest of her days on Earth being someone’s sex toy. Then she felt the tickling stop and she desperately tried to beg. She was already tired and very scared. She felt her lungs already starting to burn and hoped these women would show her some mercy. She looked over at Veronica who had a smirk on her face, and she had to beg this woman to show her mercy. “Please…no more. Please stop tickling me. I-I can’t stand it! What do you want from me?” she asked in a very frightened voice.
“What do I want from you? Hehehe lots of things actually. One thing I do want to touch is your skin. You know what? You have way too many clothes on. If you are going to be a sex slave that someone wants to purchase, then we have to make sure your body is pretty and doesn’t have flaws. We need to get this dress off of you. I bet you have the softest skin.” Veronica teased. She wanted to make the moment more intense and try to get this woman suffer a bit. The dress was the kind that zipped in the back, and was a long dress that went to the ankles. She looked over at La Diabla and smiled. “Hey, how do we get this dress off easily? We can’t tear it off, or she won’t have any clothes.” she asked.
La Diabla heard the question and pondered it for a moment. They had to take the dress off instead of tearing it because Rocio couldn’t go through the streets naked when she was taken away. This building was empty, so they couldn’t cover her with anything either. She looked over at Priscilla, who still had that smug look on her face. She then shrugged her shoulders and exhaled deeply. I guess we have to untie her for a moment and then take it off of her. She then pulled out her gun and showed it to Rocio. She really wanted to aim it at Priscilla, but since she did not know where Isabel was, she couldn’t take chances. “Hey, we are going to untie you so we can strip you. I want to shred your dress, but you still need it for later. If you make any sudden moves, I will fill your body with bullets. Understand?” she threatened.
Rocio felt her body go cold when she heard that threat. She saw the gun La Diabla was holding, and it terrified her. She did not want to die. She felt a large streak of fear overwhelm her because these women were either going to humiliate her by taking her clothes off, or they were going to kill her. The first option was better, but it still broke her heart. “Yes…..I-I understand.” she responded in a very soft voice in her gag.
“Ok, you two get her clothes off. Then we can have some real fun!” La Diabla said, then held her gun still. She also knew Priscilla wouldn’t try anything stupid at the moment either since she brandished her weapon. She didn’t even want to look at her because it might tempt her to start firing. She watched Gabby untying the ankles, and Veronica untying the wrists. Once they were done, they lifted Rocio up into a sitting position. It was time to take the dress off and then get her ready for more torture. “Hey, take all her clothes off. I know we like to strip victims in phases, but we might as well get her ready now.” she instructed.
Rocio could not believe what she just heard, and she froze in fear. These women were not only going to take off her dress, but they were going to strip her completely naked. The idea of showing her naked body to these women terrified her and it filled her with shame. She just sat there while the buttons on the back of her dress were coming undone, and she felt so helpless. She felt like a kid having her parents remove her clothes. Once the buttons came free, she felt the dress coming off her shoulders, and then her chest. She looked down and saw her bra covered chest and she wanted to cry. She suddenly got slammed onto her back and she whimpered a little. They were starting to pull down her dress off her hips and then off her legs. Once it cleared her feet, she was left in her undergarments and one stocking. She started to whimper a lot more because they could see her body. “Please don’t do this to me….” she whimpered.
Veronica saw Gabby clearing the dress off the feet and now Rocio was just in her underwear. She thought the woman’s body looked pretty nice. There was some flab around the stomach, but overall, she looked like she was in great shape. She could also see the size of the chest and she liked it. Rocio’s breasts seemed large and now it was time to see them. She lifted her up from the table and into a sitting position once again. It was amazing how docile she was. There was no resistance from her. She could hear her starting to whine and knew she was going to cry at any moment. She started to feel a little bad for her, but she had a job to do. She found the clasp in the back of the bra and undid it. She then started to remove the bra by slipping it off the shoulders and then she pulled it away from the breasts and off the arms. She smiled once she saw those naked breasts. They were indeed large, perhaps a size C, and they had a very nice shape to them. She could see those large brown nipples and had a feeling they were going to be really sensitive. She then lowered Rocio onto her back, and since the upper body was now naked, she could tie the wrists once again. “You know, for a bitch of a woman, she sure does have nice tits. Hehe” she taunted.
Rocio felt herself burning with shame as her bra came off. She felt very helpless. She felt like a doll that had clothes taken off. She put up no fight, and she just allowed them to do this to her. She didn’t know what to think of herself. She wasn’t resisting even in her most embarrassing moment of her entire life. That shame continued to build when she felt her left stocking starting to come off. Her right one was stuffed inside her mouth, and soon, the left one came off her foot. Her eyes started to water because she only had her underwear on. She looked down at her feet and saw Gabby looking right back at her, holding up her stocking. “Why? Why?” she asked in sadness.
Gabby held up the empty stocking and smiled. The feet of Rocio were now naked, and she could have some fun with them. She wanted to focus on Rocio’s misery because she did not want to think about the other women inside the room. She had to take out her frustration on this poor victim. She then dropped the stocking onto the table and then moved to the hip area. It was time to remove the underwear and completely expose this woman’s body. She liked how compliant she was. The fact La Diabla had her gun out made things much easier for them. Rocio was so scared, she barely begged them to stop doing this to her. She felt a little bad for her, but this is what they did to robbery victims, so she prepared herself to finish the humiliation. Her hands grabbed the hem of the underwear, and she started to tug them off the hips. “Now, let’s see what she has under these. Hehehehe I hope her pussy is pretty.” she teased.
Rocio’s heart filled with shame once her underwear started to come down. They came off her hips and now it was just a matter of time before she was completely naked. The way these women were treating her filled her soul with sadness. She noticed her wrists were tied again and now her body was getting completely exposed. Her mind started to flash to sexual things because if she was a sex slave, then being naked forcefully would be a common thing for her. She closed her eyes because she did not want to look at the women doing this to her. They seemed very cruel and just because she was rude to a vendor did not seem like justification for this to happen. She felt a tear come out of her left eye once the underwear slid off her hips. Now, she knew her groin was exposed and there was no turning back now. They were going to own her body and she was helpless.
Gabby continued to slide the underwear off the legs and finally, it came off the bare feet. She held up the underwear and smiled. Rocio was now completely naked, and she could see how heartbroken the woman was. She tossed the underwear over her shoulder and prepared to tie the ankles down. She spread the legs apart and then tied each ankle to the table. Once she was finished, she wiped her hands and smiled. Her eyes then looked towards the groin, and she smiled. The naked pussy of Rocio was now exposed. She saw the pubic hair, and then the pink insides of the vagina. The lips were pouty and looked really nice. She felt a little impressed and with the reaction Rocio was giving, she knew this woman probably was already broken. Now, they could make her truly suffer. “Well, would you look at that. She has a NICE pussy. Hehehehe” she teased.
Rocio heard that comment and she felt her body temperature skyrocket. This was without a doubt the most humiliating moment of her entire life. More tears started to fall because she felt tremendous shame. Herr naked body was exposed for all to see like she was some common *****. That hurt even more because that’s what they said she was going to end up being. “Please let me go…..please…I’m sob sorry…..sob I’m sorry…..” she cried into her gag.
Priscilla witnessed the stripping of Rocio and gazed upon the naked body. She liked what she saw and really loved the reaction she got from Rocio. She wanted to hear her cry. She wanted her to feel miserable. She loved listening to the sad sounds of sex slaves. That was something she really enjoyed in Santa Selena. Her favorite time was when La Diabla was broken. Those sounds of sadness always turned her on and now she felt excited. She could see the large breasts and also the pussy. She felt a tingle between her legs because the torture and humiliation of her first sex slave since Santa Selena was about to happen. She was even happier once she saw La Diabla put her gun back in the holster. When she saw her take it out, she felt extremely nervous because even though she was in control, she could still get killed. Now it was time to enjoy the show.
La Diabla heard the very sad crying, and she had to remain focused. She enjoyed listening to victims’ cry whenever she robbed them. She loved it when their minds and souls were broken. This moment was different because this was not going to be the only time Rocio would be naked in front of people she didn’t like. She looked at the naked body and she liked what she saw. It was a little flabby, but still in very good shape. She then looked towards Veronica and nodded her head. “Ok, she is yours to play with. I am tired of her crying. Let’s hear some laughs!” she told her.
Veronica smiled when she heard that and then looked at the naked body. She wanted to avoid looking at Rocio’s face because the woman was crying, and she did not want to think about the fact she was helping sending this woman to her doom for the rest of her life. She slightly turned her body and faced the feet. She then looked down at those very vulnerable ribs and placed her fingers onto the skin. The skin felt nice, and it did look smooth. She started to lightly stroke her fingers across the skin over the ribs and even explored the stomach. She felt the body flinching and loved that reaction. She continued to stroke her fingers softly over the skin and now the cries were starting to cease, and she heard some grunts. It appeared the ticklish feelings were taking over and that made her smile. Now she could torture her a little bit and have some fun. “Hmmmm….she sure seems ticklish without her clothes. I bet this flabby tummy of hers is ticklish. Let’s see….” she teased.
Rocio felt the fingers sliding across her stomach and the ticklish tremors started to flow through her body. She was so sad and heartbroken, but the tickling felt stronger. She hated herself for being ticklish because in the most terrible moment in her entire life, she was starting to laugh about it. It frustrated her that she was being forced to laugh when all she wanted to do was cry. When the fingers went near her belly button, that sent a very powerful jolt throughout her entire body. Then she felt the fingers moving towards her side and that made her body try to flinch in the opposite direction. Then the fingers tickled the other side and now her body was moving and forth on the table and she heard her captors giggling.
“Hehehe look at her! She looks like a worm on a fishing hook. Come here little wormy! Does this tickle? Huh? Does this tickle?” Veronica teased as she continued to tickle the right side of the body, which forced Rocio to move to her left, and then she tickled the left side and made the body move to the right. She could hear that steady stream of laughter and could see the ticklish anguish on Rocio’s face. She was starting to have fun with this victim. She wanted to let her mind get caught up in the moment, so that this could be a stress reliever. She then placed her fingers on both sides and tickled them at the same time. That produced a loud muffled shriek through the gag, and she loved it. “Hahahahaha She is REALLY ticklish!!! I am glad she is not so sad anymore.” she teased.
La Diabla smiled when she heard that ticklish shriek and listened to Veronica’s verbal taunts. She loved how Rocio’s body was moving around and that made those large breasts also shake around. She did like how they looked and started to get into the moment. She wanted Rocio to suffer. She didn’t know her, but it didn’t matter. Right now, she had to suffer or someone else would. “Hehehehe look at her tits! They are all over the place. I think she likes it. Let’s see how she reacts once we play with them.” she teased.
Rocio heard that and she felt shame. She was being tickled, and her body was reacting to it. It caused her chest to shake around and these women were all staring at her breasts. She wished her hands were free so she could cover her chest and spare the embarrassment. Then her brain remembered that she was completely naked. Not only were her breasts exposed, but her very private area was also exposed. The tickling caused her to forget she was naked, but when her brain remembered it, it brough such great shame to her. The worst part about it was she was laughing about it. She never dreamed that being ticklish could be the worst thing about her. She then looked down past her breasts and saw the fingers now circling her belly button. Just that tease sent great fear within her body. “Nooo! Hehehehehehe nooooo!! Don’t!!! Please don’t!!!” she begged through her gag.
“Awwww…..is someone afraid I am going to……….TICKLE RIGHT HERE?” Veronica asked teasingly, then moved her fingers into the navel. She felt the stomach muscles immediately clench up and she loved it. She moved her fingers further inside the belly button and now Rocio was thrashing around as much as she could. She loved whenever they tied down a woman spreadeagle because the victim could squirm, but they were still completely vulnerable. She saw those breasts wobbling around and she looked at the face. There were those eyes nearly popping out of the head, and that look of sheer anguish was exciting. She wanted to keep pressing on, trying to draw out the worst ticklish feelings possible. Then she saw the head slamming back down on the table and she paused her tickling. There was a loud thud, and she had to make sure Rocio wasn’t knocked out.
Rocio felt the tickling stop for a moment and she reeled. She looked at her navel being tickled and the intensity grew within her body. She then slammed her head back down and hit it hard on the table. That caused pain throughout her body and her eyes watered. “Mmmm…..mmmmm…..” she moaned a little.
La Diabla heard that thud and she looked down at Rocio’s face and could tell the woman was reeling. She didn’t want Rocio to hurt herself or knock herself out. Even though Rocio’s well-being wasn’t the primary goal, she didn’t want her to be knocked out. That might anger Priscilla because that woman wanted to see her suffer. She looked at both Gabby and Veronica and they had surprised looks on their faces. She then leaned her own face down to Rocio and started to run her fingers over her hair. “Hey, don’t hurt yourself. Are you ok?” she asked in a soft voice.
Rocio heard the outlaw’s voice, and she opened her eyes for a moment. She could see that beautiful face and it surprised her to see a look of concern on it. It confused her but she also felt a little stunned from her head hitting the table. She hoped they would just let her go at the moment. She felt she was already destroyed and wanted no more of this. “Please….just let me go. I-I don’t want to be here….” she whimpered through her gag.
“She’s ok. She is conscious. Ok, let’s make sure she doesn’t do that again. I will hold her head while you torture her.” La Diabla instructed. She then placed her palms on each side of the head and applied some slight pressure. She wanted to keep Rocio from moving her head too much so that she wouldn’t try to purposely injure herself to get out of this moment.
Veronica looked with concern, but when she saw La Diabla holding the head she started to smile again. She then took her fingertips and started to slide them down the stomach area once again. She could feel the muscles clenching up again and the giggles started to resume. When she got close to the navel again, the laughter got stronger. Then she took the tip of her right index finger and slowly stroked it around the circumference of the navel. That made the body react strongly and she grinned. The navel was very sensitive, and she just wanted to torture her in this spot for a little while. “She is SO ticklish in her belly button! Awwww….so cute.” she taunted.
Gabby watched with glee as her lover was tickling that stomach with great skill. She was concerned as well when Rocio banged her head on the table, but now that the torture resumed, she felt good again. She loved the way the body reacted and loved that muffled laughter. She saw Veronica’s face and she was smiling. It always felt good to her whenever she saw the love of her life smiling like that. She then glanced towards her right and saw Priscilla, Pilar and Maria looking right back at them. She could see they were amused, and she hated it. It reminded her that they were under her control for the moment. She then turned her head back towards Rocio and continued to listen to her suffering.
Priscilla watched with great delight as the outlaws were continuing to torture poor Rocio. She heard that thud on the table and it delighted her. The tickling was getting too intense for the woman, and she banged her own head on the table. That spoke of desperation and that was what she wanted. She noticed how well of a team the outlaws were. They seemed very supportive of one another and had great cohesion. She wondered about her plan. She wanted La Diabla to do her bidding, but with those other two with her, it could make things complicated. She knew what she had to do after this torture session was completed. She looked at La Diabla and saw her holding the head. She started to get a little antsy, because it was Veronica doing the tickling, when it really should be La Diabla. Priscilla wanted to make her suffer. She wanted the outlaw to feel forced into doing things, and with her friends doing it, she was spared. That made her decide to intervene in this torture session. “Hey, can you stop tickling her for a moment?” she called out.
La Diabla heard Priscilla’s voice and looked towards her. She could see an evil smirk on her face, and she wondered what she wanted. She nodded her head towards Veronica and her friend stopped the tickle torture. She started to feel a burning hatred and hoped this event would be over and she could get Isabel back. “What is it?” she asked.
“This very amusing. There is no doubt about that. However, I want to see YOU tickle this bitch. You are letting your friends do all the work. That’s not what I want to see! So, I want YOU to torture her until she breaks.” Priscilla ordered. She wanted to see La Diabla’s skill on someone other than herself for the first time. She remembered the two times she was tortured, but now she wanted someone else to suffer like that.
La Diabla looked at Priscilla with incredulity and shook her head. This woman was now wanting to spotlight her, and she would be responsible for tormenting Rocio. Having Gabby and Veronica helping her only made her feel much better. It was hard to focus because of her worry, but now she had to be the one to crush Rocio’s will. “Why? We are a team, and you are getting what you wanted.” she repliedback.
“I am not getting what I wanted. I want to see YOU. We both know you have great skill, and I am not seeing it right now. These other two bimbos are doing too much work. So, get to it! Chop chop!” Priscilla commanded. She clapped her hands together quickly and wanted to get La Diabla to follow her orders. That would also make her happy because it confirmed control over the woman.
La Diabla’s anger started to rise when she heard that command. She hated her friends being insulted, but she remembered what was at stake. Her mother’s life was on the line, and even though she hated her, she knew she had to obey. She looked at both Veronica and Gabby and nodded her head. “Ok, let me take over. Someone holds her head so that she doesn’t try to knock herself out.” she told them,
Veronica looked over at Priscilla and saw that look of command on her face. She absolutely hated her, but she had to go along with it. She looked back at La Diabla and nodded her head in return. “I will do it. I will hold her head. Get her good.” she told her.
La Diabla moved from the head area and walked towards the foot of the table. She figured it was time to do a little leg and foot tickling. Veronica had played with the upper body, and it was time to work on the lower extremities. There was a benefit to this moment. She loved to tickle another woman’s feet. There was something special about it. The way they would react. They way they would scream when their precious and tender feet were touched. Her absolute favorite pair of feet was the woman she loved, Darby. No one had feet like her and thinking about it right now did bring some joy in her heart. She then looked at Rocio’s feet and they looked like perfect tickle targets. She looked at the big toe and the inside edge of the right foot. She got herself in position and looked back at Priscilla. She snarled a little but then had a smile. She figured she might as well throw a few jabs back at her enemy. “I am going to work on her feet. You wanted to see my skill, right? Well, this should be very familiar to you. Remember how I tortured your feet in your own bedroom? That was a LOT of fun. Those big feet of yours are very ticklish! I hope Rocio’s is just as bad. Hahahaha” she taunted.
Priscilla started to scowl when she heard La Diabla’s joke. She could see that knowing smile on her face and she remembered when the outlaw tickled her feet. She remembered how much she suffered from those nails and fingers tickling her precious barefeet. She also remembered how soft the tongue and lips were on her soles and how it drove her crazy. In Santa Selena, it was Darby who got her feet, but she never forgotten how much she truly suffered when La Diabla tickled her feet in her own home. That was the beginning of their rivalry, and she felt that she could be the ultimate winner. She glared right back at her and snarled. “Oh, I remember that. I remember it very well. That’s why you are in the position you are in now. I did discover something nice though. I remember how ticklish your own feet are. It must run in the family…..” she shot back.
La Diabla’s blood started to boil hearing that because she knew what Priscilla was referring to. It was another indicator that her mother suffered under Priscilla and the temptation to pull her gun out and end this once and for all started to be really strong. However, she knew it was just their way of antagonizing one another, and she had to remain calm for her mother’s sake. She looked at Rocio again who had fear written all over her face and smiled. She could take out her aggression on this woman. She started to tell herself that Rocio’s feet were Priscilla’s. “You hear that? Now, you are really going to suffer…..” she warned.
Rocio’s heart nearly stopped when she heard that ominous threat. She heard the back and forth between the blond woman and this woman in black. It appeared they hated each other and she had to suffer because of it. She looked at her feet and could see how naked each one was. Fear really set in because she knew how ticklish her feet were. She saw the outlaw’s hands going near her right foot and she panicked. “No!!! Please don’t!!!! I won’t be able to handle it!! DON’T!!!” she screamed, then started to wiggle her foot around, hoping to avoid being touched.
Veronica heard that exchange between Priscilla and La Diabla and grew concerned. Both women were taunting one another and event though she knew they could kill Priscilla and her associates very easily right now, she knew the outlaw had to remain calm because of her mother. She saw La Diabla now threatening Rocio’s feet and saw her moving towards the right foot, standing next to Gabby. It was time to see some torturous foot tickling and she got ready. She placed her hands on the sides of Rocio’s head to keep it still and to avoid her from banging her head on the table again. She was a little excited because La Diabla was very good at tickling feet.
La Diabla saw the foot moving around and it looked like a fish flopping around in a boat, out of water. She breathed deeply and exhaled. It was time to take out her frustrations on Rocio and she reached forward with her left hand and placed it on the top of the wiggling foot to keep it still. She could feel the foot straining to get itself free, and she looked at the bottom of the foot. It did look tender, and she wanted to find all the ticklish spots. She thought back to Priscilla’s long, big feet and tried to remember her weak spots. She took the tips of her index and middle fingers and did a simple stroke in the arch area and was pleased with the response. The foot immediately started to try and move, and she held still. She did a few more strokes and now she started to hear that laughter. It got her excited because this foot was very responsive to touch. She loved the feeling of the skin. It was tender, even though there were some tougher spots. This woman probably went barefoot a lot. She moved her fingers towards the heel and at the top of the heel, the skin was tougher. Not very calloused but had some wear on it. She then moved her fingers from the heel, into the arch and then on the ball of the foot. The skin on the ball of the foot was also tougher but still had tenderness to it. She wanted to examine the foot, to see what she was working with. When her fingers went to the base of the toes, the toes curled tightly, and she heard a shriek. That made her smile because she knew where the most sensitive area was now. “Ticklish?” she asked teasingly.
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOO!!!! DON’T!!!!” Rocio screamed into her gag as she felt those fingers touching the bottom of her foot. She could feel them in her arch, then they moved to her heel. That drove her crazy and when the fingers moved from her heel, into her arch, and lingered on the ball of her foot, she went nuts. The sensations tearing through her body were quite powerful and she knew she was in trouble. Then she felt the fingers near her toes and that sent a very intense ticklish sensation throughout her body. She knew her toes were ticklish, but everything seemed much worse because she was captive and had no chance of escape. She tried to lift her head, but she felt those hands holding her head still. She looked up and saw Veronica’s smiling face. She knew her worst nightmare was beginning, and she prayed she could survive this moment.
“OOOOOHH!!! She seems very ticklish on her feet! Hehehe” Gabby teased. She loved the spectacle that was happening and wanted to see more. She personally loved to tickle feet, but she knew her friend was very good at it as well. La Diabla knew how to play with a woman’s feet and knew Rocio was really going to suffer. She also heard that exchange between La Diabla and Priscilla. It was fun to hear that Priscilla’s feet were very ticklish, but she also knew how ticklish the outlaw’s feet were since she got her hands on them too. She still could not believe they were all in this position and wondered how they were going to succeed in destroying Priscilla and her friends and rescue La Diabla’s mother. She tried to imagine what Isabel looked like, and that once this was all over, she was actually going to meet her. She looked over at Priscilla again and saw she had a wry smile on her face. Gabby’s own anger started to fill her body, and she prayed she could get an opportunity to perhaps dish out some tickling revenge on that woman before she was ended. That same woman was responsible for Veronica suffering, and that was unforgivable. She looked back towards that trapped right foot and saw how La Diabla’s fingers were moving. She could only see the top part of the foot, with the outlaw’s left hand covering the top, but could see most of the toes peeking out from on top of the hand. That made her smile and now the sounds of that screaming laughter filled her with excitement.
“Yes!!! This IS a ticklish foot! I like how much she reacts to me. Her feet are not bad. Not perfect because the skin is a little tough in some areas, but overall, a really nice foot. You hear that, Rocio? I like your feet! I think we are going to have a LOT of fun with these feet of yours. Does this tickle?” La Diabla teased, then moved her fingers near the instep of the foot. She felt a strong surge of power from the foot trying to get itself free, but she held onto it and worked on that instep.
Rocio felt that touch on her instep and it tickled far more than she knew how ticklish it was. She didn’t get her feet tickled for very long. Now her foot was being held and those fingers kept touching her. She tried to arch her back and pull her foot free, but she was tied down and there was no escape. She closed her eyes for a moment and absorbed the very strong ticklish sensations tearing through her body. The earlier tickling drove her wild, but this seemed worse. The way the fingers moved on her instep started to break her down and then they went right back to the middle of her arch. She heard the insult about the tough skin on her feet and she knew about it. She knew by walking barefoot around her home and also wearing old shoes sometimes would do that to her skin, but she was too busy to make sure her feet were in top shape. She didn’t really think about it until now, and these women were making fun of her. This all played in her mind, and she really felt sad. She was laughing hysterically into her gag, but her emotions really started to get to her. The sense of doom washed over her and that made everything she was feeling much worse.
Priscilla watched as she saw the foot tickling that was taking place. She did enjoy listening to the screams and truly enjoyed knowing Rocio had ticklish feet. She wanted to make sure that once Rocio was relocated at the facility in the United States, her feet and body could be tickled constantly. She remembered that the sex slaves had to be tickled a few times to make sure they understand their fate. She heard that the skin was a little tough on the bottom of the foot and that made her wonder if the caretakers of these slaves should perform extra care. She could still see Rocio’s very vulnerable pussy and that pubic hair. She looked forward to seeing that shaved off and that made her go through a mental checklist of things the slaves had to endure before they were sold. She chuckled to herself when she heard another loud squeal coming from Rocio. “Hehehe she sure is ticklish.” she said aloud.
La Diabla continued to find those sensitive spots on the foot, and she focused on the spot where the ball of the foot met the instep on that inside edge of the foot. That seemed to really drive some torturous laughter from Rocio, and she knew she had to make her suffer. The foot was still straining in her grasp, but she had full control of the foot. She moved her fingers back into the arch and it was time to be more aggressive with the foot tickling. She then formed her fingers into a “claw” and placed the tips of her nails on that tender skin. She paused for a moment because she wanted Rocio to hear her words. She waited patiently as Rocio was trying to catch her breath. She had some very cute giggles going on, and she could hear the exhaustion in the voice. She waited a few moments, then looked at Veronica. “Hey, lift her head towards me. I want to tell her something.” she instructed.
Veronica smiled when she heard La Diabla telling her to lift the head. She knew something entertaining was about to happen because she knew how devious her friend was when it came to tickle torture. She then lifted Rocio’s head up and forced it in the direction to get a clear look at La Diabla. “Listen up, this is important!” she told her.
Rocio felt grateful that the tickling stopped on her foot. Those fingers were truly driving her crazy and finding spots that were very sensitive. She felt her lungs burning again and she wanted to just breathe for a moment. The stocking inside her mouth made it a little more difficult, and because it was getting moist in her mouth, it was very effective in preventing her from screaming to the outside world to come rescue her. She then felt her head being lifted up and now she could see La Diabla at her right foot and holding it still. She could see the tips of her toes peeking out from the hand and then her eyes went towards the outlaw’s face. She could see that devious smile and fear really started to take hold. Her heart was racing, and she could feel some beads of sweat on her face. She also felt those fingers touching the sole of her foot, but they weren’t moving. This only made her very nervous and wondered what was about to happen. “Please….let me go…please don’t tickle my feet anymore…” she whimpered in the gag.
“Awww….poor Rocio. You know, you got some really ticklish feet. I am actually enjoying this. To let you in on a secret, I really love to play with a woman’s feet. They are always so responsive to my touch. It is one of the worst weaknesses we have. Ticklish feet. I bet you woke up this morning and did not expect to see three beautiful ladies, and three very ugly ones, trapping you, stripping you completely naked and tickling you all over. I bet you wish this was a nightmare. Well, this is a nightmare. You will suffer. You are in………TICKLE HELL!!!!!” La Diabla shouted, then started to scurry her nails in the arch. She felt her nails scraping the tender skin of the arch and loved the reaction she got. She saw Veronica having to hold the head still because Rocio started to thrash in her body in a limited capacity but was still moving around. She knew this would make Rocio suffer and she was delighted.
Rocio felt those nails on her arch and for a moment, time stood still. She was paralyzed with shock from the sheer intensity of the ticklish sensations and then exploded in hysterical laughter. Those nails skittered over her delicate skin, and she had no idea how she was even alive. Her eyes were bugging out and she couldn’t even move her head. All she could feel at the moment were those nails and it truly drove her crazy. “AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP THAT!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I CAN’T HAHAHAHAHAHAHA I CAN’T!!!” she screamed into her gag.
“You can, and you will! Laugh, Rocio. Just….laugh.” La Diabla said in a very cold tone. She wanted to dish out the worst ticklish feelings she could generate. Her mind was thinking this was Priscilla’s foot and it was time to truly torture her. To get all of that emotional distress out of her by tickling this foot with no mercy at all. She learned all the weak spots on the foot and was going to go after all of them. The arch was the most responsive, so she focused on it. She moved her nails around in a haphazard manner, trying to illicit every horrible ticklish feeling possible. She heard that scream and within her, she loved it. She felt a sense of anger. She felt a sense of vengeance. Poor Rocio was going to have to suffer because of everything that led to this moment.
Priscilla grinned when she heard that maniacal laughter. She looked at those fingers moving around so quickly against the bottom of that foot. That was the La Diabla she knew. That was the same outlaw that did that to her and made her suffer. Now, she was in control of her. Now, the outlaw was a weapon she could use. The muffled, yet still very loud, laughter coming from Rocio gave her a chill throughout her body. She saw the body convulsing. She saw how Veronica had to hold the head still. She looked over at Gabby who had a look of anger and yet, delight on her face. This was a proud moment for her because she finally had control over her worst enemy. “This is wonderful…..” she thought to herself.
Rocio could not believe she was still conscious as those nails were now going after the ball of her feet. Her foot was held still, and it was completely vulnerable to those nails. She tried her best to move her head, but it was no use. She could feel her body starting to tire and become limp. She was starting to surrender to the feelings, and she grew very afraid. They were trying to torture her, and they were doing a good job of it. The feeling of submissiveness washed over because in order for this to all stop, they had to show mercy, and she couldn’t do anything about it. She continued to laugh profusely and now tears started to fall from her eyes. She wished she could just pass out, but those nails kept finding spots on her feet that made her squeal. Then she felt the nails touching her toes. That sent a tidal wave of ticklish energy throughout her body, and she screamed in laughter from the depths of her soul.
La Diabla heard that hysterical screaming and she smiled. Her nails had found the undersides of the toes, and she went after them. The toes were trying to curl, but her nails remained there, touching that very delicate skin. She looked at the toes as she was tickling and felt herself going into a zone. She wanted this woman to suffer. She wanted to make sure she never forgot this moment and being in the wrong place, at the wrong time, with the wrong attitude. It made it a little easier for her to do this to this woman because of how she treated someone else. She had a hard time trying to justify doing this to an innocent woman, but Veronica’s suggestion of going after a woman that wasn’t nice, helped. She placed her nails right at the crevices of the toes, where they connected to the ball of the foot and wiggled them. That made the entire right leg shake and she smiled. “Oooh!!! Just when you thought it was over, I found ANOTHER ticklish spot! You are going to SUFFER!!! You are going to suffer forever!!!” she yelled out.
Gabby looked over at La Diabla and saw that gleam in her eyes. She loved the way the tickle attack was going and knew the outlaw was getting really into it. But she could also sense the emotional pain in her and knew Rocio was probably just something to take frustrations out on. She wanted to do the same. She wanted to tickle Rocio as well, just to make her suffer for being such a terrible person to the vendor, but also because of everything she went through with Priscilla. She looked over at Veronica who had a smile on her face while holding Rocio’s head. She loved that woman so much and knowing this same kind of torture happened to her made her want to get her emotional frustrations out as well. She then looked towards Pilar and knew that she was the main one who touched Veronica. The way Veronica described what happened, she knew Pilar was the main culprit. Gabby wanted to return the favor and torture her, but she couldn’t. Her eyes then went back to Rocio’s body and saw how much this woman was suffering. The large breasts were swaying, and she wished she could play with them. She knew they would eventually play with Rocio sexually, and hoped Priscilla would let her help with that.
Rocio started to feel a crushing sadness within her body as her toes were being tickled. The feelings were so overwhelming, and she could not hold back her emotions anymore. Tears flowed freely and she started to cry amongst her laughter. She couldn’t help but laugh, but she was emotionally devastated. These women truly started to break her will and she was very afraid. They wanted her to be a sex slave, and it appeared that was going to be her future. She didn’t want it to happen, but she knew she had no choice. Those fingers in her toes truly made her want to surrender because her body just could not take it anymore. She tried to beg, but she just could not stop laughing. She looked at Veronica’s face with her tear-soaked eyes and saw some happiness on it. They loved watching her suffer and that made her cry harder. Then she felt the toe tickling stop and she let all of her emotions come out as she felt some physical relief. “Why???? Why????? Please…sob stop doing this sob to me. I’m sorry! I’m sob sorry!!” she cried.
La Diabla heard those cries, and she shrugged them off. She wanted to break Rocio so she could stop doing Priscilla’s bidding at the moment. Even though she didn’t care for Rocio one way or another, she wasn’t too happy she was forced into doing this. She stopped the toe tickling and when she heard those very sad cries, she had mixed emotions. Rocio didn’t do anything to her directly, but this was a job she had to do. She glared at Priscilla for a moment, then made her way over to the left foot. It was time to make that foot suffer and then finish the woman off. The way Rocio was crying, she knew she was a broken soul at this point, but she had to finish her. She placed the palm of her right hand on top of that left foot and prepared the fingers on her left hand to begin tickling that helpless foot. “Breathe, Rocio. Breathe.” she told her.
Rocio heard those words and even though she was crying, she tried her best to breathe. She felt like she had to go into survival mode and do whatever these women wanted. Perhaps they would see how distressed she was and would show her some mercy. She gasped when she felt her left foot being grabbed and fear started to rise within her again. She knew that foot was about to be tickled and that made her cry harder. “Nooooooo sob…..nooooo…leave me alone. Please sob leave me alone.” she cried under her gag.
“Sorry, not yet. We are not going to leave you alone. This is your new life. In fact, you may prefer having your feet tickled compared to what will happen to you as a sex slave. Now, I know your right foot was very ticklish, how about this one?” La Diabla teased, then started to lightly stroke her fingertips against the bottom of the left foot. She felt the foot flinching and she held onto it tightly. She loved how her fingers would glide over the heel of the foot, and then into that arch. That arch always seemed to get some really good giggles from Rocio, and she let them linger there for a moment. She knew the victim was an emotional wreck right now and she had to continue to make her suffer. She moved the fingers across the ball of the foot and the foot kept twitching. She started to hear those sad cries slowing down, and small giggles started to come out. She loved how ticklish Rocio was and now it was time to drive this woman absolutely nuts. She then drummed her fingertips across the undersides of the toes and that produced a steady stream of giggles. She looked over at Gabby and Veronica and gave them a small smile. She wondered how they were feeling and hoped they were ok with all of this.
Veronica held onto the head of Rocio firmly and started to have mixed feelings. She didn’t usually care about a victim because she and her lover would torture plenty of women before robbing them of their valuables and their dignity. This was different because they were essentially forced to do this to someone else. Those cries sounded devastating and could only imagine what Rocio must have felt. It also made her feel strong feelings because she was once a captive of them, and she could have been turned into a sex slave herself. She could see the small smile forming on Rocio’s face because the tickling started to happen again. That made her feel a little better because she could hear that laughter once again.
Rocio felt those fingers on the sole of her left foot, and she couldn’t help but laugh. Her body felt so sensitive at the moment and the tickling touch was becoming very strong. She wondered if this nightmare would ever end. She knew they could hear her crying, but it didn’t even affect them at all. That truly frightened her because it meant they did not care about her well-being, and she was doomed to service others with her body sexually. Then she felt the fingers starting to become firmer into her foot and the intense ticklish sensations started to return. That forced her to start laughing once again and she panicked. “HEHEHEHEHEHEHE NO!!! DON’T TICKLE ME!!! HEHEHEHE STOP IT PLEASE!!!” she yelled into her gag.
La Diabla felt a surge of power in her body. She was getting anxious because she knew Priscilla was watching. She decided that she would make poor Rocio suffer and hoped it would send a subliminal message to Priscilla that it could happen to her as well. She formed her fingers into a claw again, and it was time to completely destroy Rocio. She then looked over at Priscilla and smirked. She wanted to show her that she was still very dangerous and this could her fate. She paused her fingers for a moment, then with an evil smirk, she then started to rake her nails against the bottom of that foot. Starting at the heel and slowly dragging the tips of her nails right into the arch. Once it got to the arch, she slowly moved them towards the instep and then back to the middle of the foot and against the ball of the foot. The skin on the ball of the foot was a little tougher, so she pressed into the flesh just a little harder and loved the reaction Rocio gave her. She heard that explosive laughter once again and it sent a chill down her own spine. She was happy that Rocio was gagged, but it was still very loud. La Diabla raked her nails up and down the sole, all the while looking at Priscilla. She wanted to make sure she showed that woman just how capable she was and wanted revenge.
Priscilla saw the glare from La Diabla, and she felt it. She knew what the outlaw was doing. She knew a message was being sent directly to her. She felt some anger, but she also respected it. They were two fierce rivals which made her being in control of La Diabla even sweeter. She knew even with all the glares and insults hurling her way from La Diabla, she still held all the cards. She knew that having Isabel would always give her that power over that woman. She heard Rocio’s frantic laughter and enjoyed it. She knew with all the anger within La Diabla’s body, many sex slaves were going to suffer. She started to have a wry smile on her face, and she wanted to let La Diabla know that she was still in control.
Rocio didn’t know what else to do. The tickling was really hammering through her body, and she felt incredibly desperate. She looked at Veronica’s face once again and she tried to let her know that she was suffering and wanted mercy. She felt her lungs burning and her body temperature spiked. She tried to move her arms and legs, but it was no use. Then she felt the fingers slipping onto her toes and that really made her panic. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOO!!! PLEASE!!!! PLEEEEEEEAAASSSSEEEEEE!!! MERCY!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she screamed.
Veronica looked at the desperate look on Rocio’s face and knew she was done for. There was no way this woman would be able to survive this kind of assault on her ticklish body and survive. She could see the fire in her eyes starting to dim. She could also see the body starting to go limp and knowing that she was breaking. It was fascinating to see her breakdown so quickly but remembered some of the robbery victims doing the same. Tickle torture was far more powerful than people realized and making a woman submit physically from it gave her such a thrill. She wondered what would happen next and knew poor Rocio was doomed forever.
La Diabla loved moving her fingers between the toes and felt the foot starting to go limp. She knew the body was starting to quit, and she could also hear that screaming laughter falling into silent laughter mode. She wanted to keep tickling until Rocio couldn’t even move her body. Her nails scraped alongside the toe stems, and she saw the body go completely limp and the eyes started to close. She pulled her fingers out of the crevices and smiled evilly. She looked over at Priscilla and glared. “Ok….she is broken now.” she told her.
Priscilla smiled as she heard those words. She was impressed with La Diabla’s skills and knew this trafficking ring was going to be a success. She looked at both Pilar and Maria and saw them so excited. She could hear the wheezing and whimpering coming from Rocio and knew the woman was indeed broken. Now it was time to needle the outlaw a little to keep her focus and understanding of who was in control. “You did well. Not quite up to Helga’s standards, but still a very good job. You do realize you are not done with her, right?” she told her.
La Diabla felt anger in her body hearing that response. She knew Priscilla was going to try and make her life miserable. She didn’t like the comparison to Helga, but she knew that was Priscilla’s way of trying to get under her skin. She wondered what she had to do to poor Rocio next. “What do you want me to do to her now? She is finished. Listen to her. She will never be the same.” she answered.
“She hasn’t had her orgasm yet. You know how I do things. Hell, it is what you do too! Make that bitch cum!” Priscilla ordered. She knew that her and La Diabla’s styles were very alike. She wanted to sexually conquer her victims and so did the outlaw. She wanted to see Rocio lose her mind and get sexually ravished. She was going to be a sex slave after all, so she might as well show them what she got. She wanted to be able to tell prospective buyers what kind of sexual animal they would get.
La Diabla took a deep breath and then exhaled. She wondered if the sexual aspect of the torture had to take place as well. She always did it to her victims and knew Priscilla did the same. She looked over at Rocio and could hear her soft cries. She knew what had to be done and looked right back at Priscilla. “Do you mind if my friends help with this? You will get a show.” she asked.
Priscilla giggled a little and nodded her head. She knew La Diabla was probably struggling with the idea of the sexual aspect and she really wanted to see it happen. She figured that since Pilar and Maria would be working together to destroy the sex slaves as well, a group attack would be fun to see. She looked at both Gabby and Veronica and wondered how they would do. She was still wondering what she wanted to do with the two of them in this entire escapade. “Sure, but you better impress me.” she told them.
La Diabla looked at both Gabby and Veronica and had a sad look. She knew they had to put Rocio through some embarrassing moments, and she needed their help. “Hey, let’s get this job done. Gabby, you can have her feet. Vero, you can play with her tits. I will take care of the rest. I appreciate you both….” she told them.
Gabby heard the instruction, and she felt that urge to help La Diabla. She absolutely loved playing with a woman’s feet, so it wouldn’t be too hard for her to do, but she also knew they were putting on a show for the evil blond woman watching. That bothered her because when they did go after a victim, it was for their enjoyment, not someone else’s. Now, she had to do a good job because someone close to her friend was in danger if they didn’t. She moved towards that right foot and saw it just resting there, looking completely vulnerable. It was a nice-looking foot and she stared at the sole and then the toes. “Ok, let’s get it done. Let’s try to have a good time with this. Let’s make her cum her brains out.” she told her group.
Veronica nodded her head and moved herself towards Rocio’s left side and stood by her chest. She saw that left breast and it did look nice. She looked at La Diabla who made her way to the right side of Rocio’s body and was now by the pelvis. She looked at her face and could tell it was one that was focused on getting the job done. She took a deep breath herself and then stared at that nipple. She knew she had to get the body excited so when the pussy play happened, it would send poor Rocio over the edge. “Ok, I am ready.”
La Diabla truly appreciated her friends for helping her. It was still a very strange situation. This was something they did plenty of times. This moment was just very different. She looked towards Gabby and nodded her head. “You may begin….” she told her in a soft voice.
Gabby placed her hands on the top of the foot and stared at that tanned skin sole. The foot was barely moving after the vicious foot tickling that took place and now, she could help soothe it. She leaned her head forward and could see that skin close up. She took a sniff of the foot, and it smelled a little smelly, but nothing to stop her from enjoying it. She then planted her lips right on the ball of the foot and gave it a soft kiss. She felt some excitement in her body as she kissed that skin. She liked it, then kissed the foot again. “Mmmm….your foot is nice….” she said in a soft voice.
Rocio felt her foot being touched again and she wondered if the tickling was returning. Her heart raced a little, but then she felt a strange sensation. She felt something very soft and a bit moist on the ball of her right foot. She didn’t know what it was, but it did not tickle her. She felt it a few more times and she started to recognize what it was. They were kissing her foot! She then turned her head to the left and saw Veronica. She was leering at her chest, and she wondered what they were going to do to her next. The soft kisses on her foot did feel very nice, and she had no idea what was about to happen next. “W-What are you going to d-do to me?” she asked.
La Diabla made her way from the pelvis area and got closer to Rocio’s head on the right side. She started to run her fingers through the hair and saw the head turn towards her. She could see that look of confusion and fear and it was time to control this woman’s mind. Even though this torture was under duress, there was still that certain thrill of doing it. “We are going to do really good things to you now. I think you deserve to feel really good. We were mean to you, weren’t we?” she asked softly.
Rocio was so confused by the change in demeanor of the outlaw. It was just moments ago that they were tickling her well beyond her limits. Now, they were being nice to her, even kissing her foot. Her mind was confused, but her body enjoyed it. It felt soothing that she was not being tickled at the moment, and those kisses really felt nice. She felt the kisses on her arch now and it sent a few tingles throughout her body. She looked at La Diabla’s face and it had such a calm and sweet look to it. She heard that question and she felt compelled to answer. “Y-Yes….you were m-mean to me.” she murmured.
“I know! But that blond bitch over there made us do it. Right now, we are going to make you feel really good. I bet you love those kisses on your feet, don’t you? Well, just wait until we show you what else we can do to your body.” La Diabla teased. She then looked up at Veronica and nodded her head.
Veronica saw the head nod and knew it was her turn to give Rocio some pleasure. She really did like it when La Diabla sexually teased victims. She was so good at it and listening to her right now turned her on. She loved how sultry she could be and then the memory of the threesome she had with Gabby and La Diabla came into her head. That was such a great moment between all of them. It was a memory that would stay with her forever. She then looked down at the helpless left breast and used the tips of her fingertips on the right hand to caress the top of the mound. She knew the undersides of the breasts were very ticklish, so she focused on the tops of them. She saw Rocio’s head snap towards her and saw that look of surprise. “Feels good, doesn’t it?’ she said softly.
Rocio was stunned when she felt the top of her left breasts being touched. The soft touch felt nice, but she was in shock. She looked at Veronica’s face, which had this warm smile on it and very pleasant. Her mind was spinning trying to figure out why they were suddenly so nice to her. Her body loved it because any soothing touch was far better than the tickle touch. She felt her nipples starting to swell, and that shocked her. She had no idea why her body would be starting to get turned on, especially after these same women tortured her. “W-Why are you t-touching my breast?” she asked.
“Because….you deserve to feel good after what we did to you. We can tickle you instead if you want….” Veronica told her in a teasing voice. She loved that confused look on Rocio’s face and noticed the nipples were getting very stiff. It looked like they would be able to sexually conquer Rocio without too much trouble.
Rocio heard the tickling threat, and she shuddered. She went through a horrendous ordeal and definitely did not want to be tickled again. She wondered how far they would touch her. Kissing her foot was one thing, but touching her breast was another. She knew she was completely naked and wondered if these women were going to touch her sexually. That got her a little concerned because she just wanted to go home. She did not want any more of this moment. Then she felt something soft and wet sliding against the bottom of her foot. She lifted her head and saw Gabby’s face by her foot. She then realized what was happening. Gabby was licking her foot! “S-She’s licking my f-foot!” she called out under her gag.
“Yes, she is licking your foot. I bet it feels really good. It is ok, Rocio. You can enjoy her licking your foot. You can enjoy her touching your breasts. Very soon, I am going to touch you in some wonderful places….” La Diabla said in a seductive voice. She wanted to get Rocio to get aroused, so they could dominate her sexually. She leaned her head closer to Rocio’s and gently blew her breath across the right side of the neck. She saw the head turning towards her and saw those confused eyes. She loved doing this to a woman and wondered how her victim would react to this type of play. “Feels good, right?” she asked softly.
Rocio felt that warm breath on her neck and she felt a major tingle throughout her body. Whenever someone played with her neck, it always turned her on. It was a weak spot for her sexually. She started to feel really nervous, and her heart started to beat much faster. She recognized what they were trying to do to her now, and that petrified her. They were trying to torment her sexually and she didn’t know how she would react. The licking on her foot felt amazing, and the breast play sent shivers in her body. The neck blowing was weakening her, and she wondered why she just could not resist. They were trying to torment her, and her body was letting it happen. “Please don’t do this to me….” she whimpered.
“We are going to do it to you. Hehehe It is ok, sweetie. Just enjoy. You are going to feel really good. I promise….” La Diabla told her, then kissed the neck gently. She figured it was time to push Rocio over the edge and then she could deal with Priscilla and whatever other crazy idea she had. She did a few kisses and now she heard some moans. That made her smile because no matter how much her victims laughed in ticklish terror, when it came to the sensual play, they always succumbed to her. She then looked over at Veronica and winked.
Veronica loved how sexy La Diabla’s voice could be. She loved how it sounded, and it even got her turned on a little. She still could not believe that she actually had sex with her a few nights ago and now here they were, trying to seduce another woman. She then started to rub the palm of her hand over the nipple and could feel how stiff it was. That was something she enjoyed learning from the outlaw. After tickle torture, a woman’s body would crave this type of touch a lot more. She carefully rubbed that nipple and wanted to make sure she drove out very intense sexual feelings, so they could force her to orgasm.
Gabby continued to lick the bottom of the foot, and she loved it. She loved the way her tongue slid over that skin and could hear soft moans coming from Rocio. She saw the toes wiggling a little, which let her know this was a pleasurable feeling. Her eyes did manage to see Veronica playing with the left nipple. She loved how her lover played with it. She knew how it felt because she loved it when Veronica played with hers. She then started to kiss the foot again and hoped they could push this woman over the edge.
Priscilla watched the three outlaws starting to play with Rocio’s body and it did look rather nice. She saw the way Gabby was licking the foot and saw how Veronica played with that nipple. She would never admit it, but the way La Diabla could sexually turn on a woman was amazing. She knew that firsthand when the outlaw tormented her. She knew how to get her body aroused and she knew Rocio didn’t stand a chance. She saw the other two outlaws and presumed they learned those same skills from La Diabla. She wondered how long it would take for Rocio to have her orgasm. Once she had it, then her fate was sealed.
Rocio continued to feel those kisses on her foot, and the nipple play. Her nipples were rock hard, and she felt wetness between her legs. She wanted to resist. She wanted to fight these women, but her body was surrendering to the pleasure. She felt incredibly sad but also felt so good. She wondered if her body would have an orgasm. She closed her eyes and absorbed the pleasure. She then felt another strong surge of sexual pleasure when she felt her right nipple being played with. She felt a little guilty because she did prefer to have sexual interactions with men. These women were making her feel things that her male lovers did not do for her. They would touch her nipples, but they did it clumsily. These women seemed to know how to touch her. Her body really loved what was happening and then she felt another strong surge of pleasure when she felt her toes go inside something very warm. She looked down at her foot and saw that Gabby was now sucking her toes. It felt absolutely incredible. She never had them inside a mouth before and it overwhelmed her with pleasure. “Mmmmm…..mmmmm…..ooooh…” she moaned.
La Diabla looked over at Gabby and saw how she was sucking on those toes. She knew how talented Gabby was at doing that and knew Rocio was going to go over the edge. She figured this was the time for her to make her move now. It was time to start playing with the vagina and get this woman to cum her brains out. She wanted to get this assignment over with and try to get her mother back. She made her way to the hip area and looked down at that exposed pussy. She started to smell the scent of lust, and it excited her. She looked at the pussy lips and planned to touch them, then play with the clit. The way Rocio surrendered so quickly to the tickling, she was sure she was going to cum very quickly. Then she heard someone clearing her throat and looked towards Priscilla. She could see her staring right at her and wondered what the woman wanted. “Yes?” she asked.
“I should have you call me Mistress, but that will come later. Aren’t you forgetting something?” Priscilla asked. She saw La Diabla preparing to play with the helpless pussy and had to remind her of something she had to do.
“What am I forgetting? I am about to make this woman cum her brains out. Isn’t that what you wanted?” La Diabla retorted. She had no idea what Priscilla was referring to, which made her want to finish this assignment even faster. She did not want to keep being under this woman’s thumb.
“You know what I do to the sex slaves. I have a certain trademark. It happened to you too, dummy. Aren’t you going to shave her?” Priscilla with a sly smile. She wanted to have Rocio shaven clean because all her slaves had that trademark. She always loved the look of a shaved pussy and wanted to see what Rocio’s would look like.
La Diabla sighed when she heard that question. She did remember when her own pussy was shaved in Santa Selena. It was a humbling and humiliating experience for her, and she knew it would probably devastate Rocio as well. She knew she had no choice and sighed again. “Fine, you got the cream and razor?” she asked.
“Why yes, I do! Maria, can you kindly give those items over to the bitch? Let’s see how well her shaving skills are.” Priscilla instructed. She clapped her hands because she wanted to see the outlaw destroy poor Rocio and embarrass her. She watched as Maria went over to La Diabla and handed her the grooming items. She watched with great anticipation and looked forward to this moment.
La Diabla took the jar of shaving cream and the razor and looked back at Priscilla. She hated that woman smiling the entire time. It was aggravating to her she was even in this position. She looked down at that exposed pussy and figured it was time to lather those hairs up, so she could shave them clean. She opened the jar up and took a clump of it with her fingers and then dropped the substance onto the groin area. She then started to massage it into the hair and over the groin and she heard some more whimpers coming out from the victim.
Rocio felt something on her groin, and she was stunned. She looked up and saw what appeared to be shaving cream being dropped on her most personal spot on her body. She wondered what was happening and even though her nipples were played with, and her toes were being sucked, she wondered why there was shaving cream on her mound. “W-What are you doing?” she asked with fear.
La Diabla heard that question and she could see the fear. She knew what exactly was going through Rocio’s mind and knew she was going to have great humiliation. This was something she also liked to do. She loved to shave her victims. There was something powerful about shaving a woman. She loved the effect it had on their psyche. She remembered when she even did it to Darby when they were rivals. Now, she was doing it again and this time, it was to help save the life of her mother. She smiled at Rocio and knew the poor woman was doomed. “I am going to shave you. Let’s see what you look like….” she told her.
Rocio’s could not believe what she just heard. The woman just told her that she was about to be shaved of her pubic hairs. Her emotions started to roll because that would be an embarrassing moment. She was tied down, stripped naked, tickled and teased all over her body, and now, they were going to shave her womanhood. She looked at La Diabla with pleading eyes and hoped she did not mean what she said. “S-Shave me? Please don’t shave me!” she begged.
La Diabla heard that begging and she ignored it. It was time to go to work and shave this woman’s pussy. She continued to lather the hair up and prepared to shave them off. She could hear the begging and pleading and she had to maintain her focus. She started to hear the emotions in those begging words, and she picked up the razor. She looked over at Rocio and smiled. “Now, if I were you, I would be very, very still. I know you don’t want me to cut you down there, right?” she warned.
Rocio froze in place when she heard those words. She saw that razor and her heart nearly stopped. She watched in terror as it got closer to her most special place, and she held her breath. She watched as the blade glided across her mound and she saw the cream coming off. She was in disbelief seeing the bare skin and it was actually happening. For the first time in her life since puberty, she was going to be barren on her womanhood. “You’re shaving me…..I can’t believe you’re shaving me…” she whimpered.
La Diabla heard the whimpering, and she knew Rocio was now about to go through a lot of mental anguish. She focused on shaving those hairs and watched as the blade continued to scrape off the cream and the hair. She made sure she was very careful and saw clump after clump of hair getting removed. She could already see how smooth the skin was and wanted to enjoy inflicting a lot of tickling and teasing on this woman. She looked over at Gabby and she paused her toe sucking, and Veronica paused her nipple play. They were both watching her shave the mound and could tell it was a little exciting to them. Her eyes then went back to the mound and soon, all the hair was removed. She appreciated Rocio lying there very still, so she wouldn’t get cut and blade could do its work in the very intimate areas. She looked over at Priscilla and could see just how much she loved what she saw. “Got a towel or something?” she asked.
Priscilla heard the request and nudged Maria to deliver a towel so the pussy could be cleaned off. She watched as La Diabla finished wiping everything away and she walked closer. She wanted to get a good look at the pussy herself. She now stood at the foot of the table, right next to Gabby and she gazed at the area between Rocio’s legs. She really liked what she saw and felt her own nipples starting to throb. “Very good! You shaved her clean! Hehehe She has a pretty pussy. Yes, a very pretty pussy. Rocio? Oh, Rocio? Look this way darling.” she requested in a teasing voice.
Rocio felt incredible shame as her pubic hair was all shaved off. This was such a humiliating moment because another woman touched her most intimate area and shaved her clean. She didn’t know what to think anymore. These women were truly dominating her in a manner she never imagined. They had control of her body and knowing that she surrendered to them really broke her heart. She heard another voice calling out to her and she looked towards the foot of the table. She saw the tall blond woman now standing at the table and she had the most sadistic looking smile out of all of them. She thought the woman was pretty, and the blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She knew her and the woman who shaved her weren’t friends and wondered what she wanted. “Help me…..what do you want from me?” she asked.
“Hehehe I am really enjoying this. Now, my employees are going to make you feel good. That is great news! Once they are done, I will have some special news for you. So, enjoy!” Priscilla teased. She felt really excited to be a part of the mind games and wanted to keep up that pressure on her. She looked at La Diabla and grinned. “Now, do what you do best. Make that bitch cum her brains out….” she instructed and then walked back to where Pilar and Maria were.
La Diabla was surprised that Priscilla came to the table after she finished shaving Rocio. She saw her taunting the poor victim and she recoiled when she and her friends were called “employees”. She absolutely hated that woman and working for her was infuriating. She shook off that thought and looked at the pussy. It was now time to play with it and she had to keep her mind right. She could see how nice the area looked shaven and she was happy with her work. She then took the fingertips of her right hand and started to lightly flutter them on the inside part of the thigh, very close to the groin. She felt a nice ticklish reaction and that brought a smile to her face. She looked at both Gabby and Veronica and gave them a look so they could go back to their sexual stimulation. It was time to finish this session and then focus on whatever else the woman from Ciudad Zopilote wanted. “Someone’s a bit ticklish. Hehehe” she giggled.
Rocio felt those fingers tickling her thighs and it really tickled her. She was not expecting that touch, and she started to giggle in her gag. She was still in shock that her pussy was shaven, and fingers were so close to it. She had never been touched by a woman before and yet, she still felt some arousal. Then she felt her toes going back inside that warm mouth and a surge of sexual pleasure flowed through her again. Then she gasped when she felt her nipples being played with again. She could see the look on Veronica’s face and could see how happy she looked. Three areas of her body were now being played with and her body loved it. Even the light tickling on her thigh felt good, but her mind knew this was all to embarrass her and destroy her. She let out a ticklish squeal when the fingers started to tickle the left leg. She closed her eyes and tried to think about what was happening to her. She wanted to know why her body loved the touch, but her mind was in turmoil. Rocio felt incredible arousal, but also a sense of dread. The blond woman wanted her to have an orgasm, and she felt like she was being forced into one. Then her eyes went wide open! She felt a gentle touch directly on her vaginal lips and even though the pleasure was incredible, she was in a state of shock. For the first time in her life, a woman touched her womanhood!
La Diabla started to fiddle with the pussy lips and could sense the surprise in Rocio’s body. She could feel how wet she was and knew she was in fact, aroused. She moved her fingers up and down that slit, trying to intensify all the sexual feelings. It was a strange feeling for her. Normally, playing with a victim’s pussy was something she truly enjoyed. She loved the dominion over them and loved forcing women to cum at her hands. She forced Darby to cum when they were rivals. She forced Helga to cum as well as Svetlana. The robbery victims were also forced to orgasm under her touch. This was different. Her own mental state was not in that mode because she didn’t really want to play with this woman. She was forced to. She hoped she could do a good job because her mother’s life was on the line and that kept distracting her. She looked at the pussy she was playing with and had to go into that mode of just tickling and playing with it. The sooner the orgasm, the sooner this situation could end. She then started to play with the clit. She could hear that moan come out and knew she could start the pangs of an orgasm. “Such a pretty pussy. I know this feels really good, Rocio. Really good….” she cooed.
Rocio felt those fingers now playing with her love button and she swooned. Her body loved that feeling and she knew she was done for. Her mind was very conflicted because the sexual stimulation was so very powerful, but she knew this wasn’t right. These women did not love her. They wanted to break her, and it was happening. She wondered if her body was just tired from that tickle torture and now this touch was so much better. She felt her toes getting sucked even harder and that really made her swoon. The nipples were played with, and she loved how it felt. She started to mewl a little and the last remaining mental strength she had was fading fast. Her body wanted to feel this pleasure and started to dominate her mind. The pressure on her clit was really getting to her and now she felt the pangs of an orgasm building. It was like a runaway train, and she felt that pleasure increasing and increasing. Her body longed for this touch. Her body wanted to enjoy the sexual pleasure it was feeling. She closed her eyes and really tried to focus on not having an orgasm because if she did cum, she would have completely surrendered her body to them. “Mmmmmm…..mmmmm……please….” she moaned.
La Diabla could sense Rocio was close to an orgasm. She really did appreciate Gabby and Veronica helping with this situation. It was their handy work that helped get Rocio to this point. She already knew her best effort was not into this, but it was good enough to give Priscilla what she wanted. She looked over at Rocio’s face and could see the look of pleasure on it. She hoped the orgasm was very strong, so at least she could feel very good in the moment before she was sent away as a sex slave. “Come on, Rocio. Just let it go. Give me your cum…..” she told her in a very soft voice.
Rocio heard those words, and the pangs of the orgasm got even stronger. The work on her body was overwhelming her and she was losing control of it. Her body wanted this pleasure. It had already gone through so much and now; the ultimate pleasure was arriving. She felt a tongue snaking between her toes and her nipples were gently squeezed. Now her body was in full sexual mode, and she couldn’t hold back anymore. She heard that seductive voice of La Diabla and could hear that slurping on her foot. Her mind tried to hold back one last time, but it was no use. The orgasm suddenly spilled over, and she let it all go. “MMMMMMMMMMM…..MMMMMMM…… mmmmmmm….” she moaned as the orgasm washed over her.
La Diabla could feel the body having its orgasm and she smiled. She could see the orgasm washing over Rocio’s face and heard her moan. She was happy that Rocio got some pleasure out of all of this. She felt bad for her and then looked over at Priscilla. She could see how turned on she was and had this huge smile on her face. “Got her…..” she told her.
Priscilla witnessed the forced orgasm and loved it. She started to clap her hands with excitement because she forced the great outlaw to do her bidding and get someone prepared for the life of a sex slave. She had a feeling it wasn’t the best effort, but it was effective enough. She walked up to the table again and stared at the helpless body. She looked at the toes on the left foot, then up the leg, saw that moist pussy, and then the stomach, the breasts and then the face. She could tell Rocio was done for and she felt good. She looked at all three outlaws and grinned. “Very good job! Now, I think Pilar and Maria are better, but for your first effort in your new role, you were good. Oh, I cannot wait until I get you torturing these sex slaves every day!” she said with excitement.
La Diabla looked at Priscilla’s joy and hate burned within her. She hated having been told what to do from this woman. She wanted to reach out and choke her right now. She took a deep breath and looked over at Gabby and Veronica. They had a look of peace and she appreciated them. She then turned her attention back to Priscilla and folded her arms. “Now what?” she asked.
“Be patient! Don’t worry, I got instructions for you.” Priscilla said with a grin. She then looked at Rocio and it was time to begin this woman’s fate as a sex slave. She placed her right hand on top of the left foot and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Rocio, oh Rocio? Hi darling, it is me again. Look at me please.” she commanded.
Rocio felt the afterglow of her orgasm and basked in it for a little bit. After that tickle torture, she felt really good at the moment. She still felt humiliated, but the physical pleasure felt nice. She felt something touching her left foot, then she heard that voice. She slowly opened her eyes and saw the blond woman looking right at her. She had a very happy look on her face, and she prayed her entire ordeal was over. “I….I want to go home…..” she whimpered.
“You will go home! Hehehe Just not to the one you live in right now. You will have a NEW home! In fact, you will have a new country! You are going into the United States as a matter of fact. From there, you will stay in a facility and get prepared every day until you are sold. Your life as a sex slave begins…..now!” Priscilla told her. She was really enjoying what was happening and could not wait to ship this innocent woman back to the new facility. She normally wouldn’t celebrate in front of the sex slaves, but since this was the first one since the Santa Selena operation, it was a special moment for her.
Rocio heard those words, and her heart nearly stopped. She was being told she was going to be sent to the United States and become a sex slave. That horrified her and her emotions really started to boil over. “Noooo!!!! Please don’t do that to me!! I don’t want to be a sex slave!!!! NOOOOOOOO!!” she screamed into her gag.
“Too bad. Hehehe Hopefully whoever purchases you will be nice to you. At least you will get to live in a nice home and fed.” Priscilla smirked. She loved the sound of that fear in the voice and then turned towards Pilar and Maria. “Ok ladies let’s prepare her to get shipped tomorrow.” she told them.
Pilar rubbed her hands together and approached the table. She was impressed with the outlaws and what they did to Rocio, but still thought she and Maria were better. She walked over to where La Diabla was and smiled at her. “Good job tonight. Maybe next time, you will get to my level. Hehehe” she bragged.
La Diabla heard those words, and her anger started to rise. This woman told her that her skills were better than hers. She was dumbfounded that anyone would think that way, especially after she made Rocio lose her mind and she didn’t put forth her best effort. She watched as this larger woman was leering over Rocio’s limp body. This was the same woman who had tormented Veronica and had a knife to her mother’s throat. She felt the urge to beat her down, just for the disrespect she gave her, but remained calm. “Believe whatever you want, bitch.” she responded.
“hehehe Ask Veronica about my skills. She will tell you.” Pilar boasted. She felt very confident that she could taunt these outlaws knowing that Isabel’s life was in danger. She winked at Veronica and then looked at Rocio again.
“What? Why, you bitch!!” Gabby said as she heard that insult towards her lover. She got close to Pilar and wanted to beat her down. She still remembered what she did to Veronica, and she was not going to allow her to taunt her.
Priscilla giggled when she saw the two ladies about to square off. She started to like Pilar more and more. She had the makings of an excellent enforcer and looked forward to continuing to work with her. Right now, she knew she had to stop a fight, or all hell would break loose. “Hey! Pilar, just handle business. The rest of you step away from the table so she can get to work on this pathetic bitch.” she instructed.
La Diabla carefully tugged Gabby’s arm and wanted to pull her away. She knew a confrontation with these associates would not help her mother. She already knew Gabby would beat Pilar down, but she had to maintain peace. She also looked at Veronica, who looked like she wanted to fight as well. She couldn’t blame them, but she had to make sure they did not do anything that would endanger her mother. “Come on, let’s just stand over there. We were the ones who broke Rocio. She is just someone that has to clean up the mess.” she tried to joke.
“Yeah, that’s right maid. Clean up our mess and do a good job.” Gabby said, then backed away. She went over to Veronica and knew she was very upset as well. They then joined La Diabla and stood there as they saw Pilar and Maria start to untie Rocio and get her ready for transport.
Priscilla was happy that no confrontation broke out because if it did, she would not be able to stop it. Plus, the outlaws were armed, and her associates were not. She looked over at the group and could see how close they were. She suspected they would take bullets for one another as well. That made her think of her plan for the next day. She wanted to make a slight alteration to it and even figured it was the better option. She approached them and smiled. “Good job, ladies. Now, you are done for the night. Get some rest because I have plans for tomorrow.” she told them.
“Wait! What about my mother? Let her go!” La Diabla responded. She wanted Isabel free and to be done with this nightmare. She really did not want to work for Priscilla and her entire focus was making sure Isabel was going to be ok.
“Hehehe I am not done with you yet. Besides, sweet Isabel is my way of paying you. Her life for your deeds.” Priscilla responded. She then looked at the other two women and knew they wanted to kill her as well. She then focused her eyes right back on the outlaw and had a wry smile on her face. “Now tomorrow, I want you to come back here at 11am sharp. You are going to go to the United States with Pilar and Maria to drop off Rocio. From there, you will be at my new facility, and you will handle any slaves that come in. You are my new Helga, remember? Hahaha” Priscilla told her. She knew she had La Diabla right where she wanted and couldn’t wait to send her on her way. As long as she was free around her, even with the threat of her mother’s life ending, the outlaw was still very dangerous and could not be trusted.
“What? I can’t go to the United States and be around a sex trafficking ring! I am a wanted woman, remember?” La Diabla responded with surprise. She did not want to risk getting captured for simply being who she was. If she was caught around a sex trafficking ring, it would be even worse.
“Don’t get caught. Problem solved. Besides, we both know you have no issues with being there. I am sure you visited your little girlfriend in Plotsville, or visited the pathetic bitch at her tribe in California. Do as your told and Isabel lives another day.” Priscilla retorted. She loved the control she had over La Diabla and wanted to keep exploiting it. She then looked at both Gabby and Veronica. She smiled at them and couldn’t wait to give their instructions. “As for you two, you will both just stay in Mexico. La Diabla goes to the United States alone. So, you get one more night with her, then you are free to go.” she said.
“WAIT, WHAT? They have to come with me! They are my team!” La Diabla shouted. She did not like the idea of not having her own backup when she traveled back to the US to commit crimes. She trusted them with her life, and she did not want to be alone.
“Too bad. They are useless to me for right now. Besides, you would outnumber my associates, and I do not want to take chances. So, get here by 11am and I will give you further instructions. There is another associate of mine I want you to meet. Honestly, I think the two of you will get along just fine.” Priscilla told her. She started thinking about Sylvia and a battle between the outlaw and the assassin would be something to watch.
“I-I can’t believe it. Let me take my friends!” La Diabla yelled. It seemed like this situation kept getting worse. She looked over at the two of them and they were stunned as well.
“We can’t go? We have to go!” Gabby said, feeling her anger rise. She did not trust Priscilla at all and having La Diabla go alone could mean that she could be killed. She wanted to really hurt Priscilla right now but held back.
“No, you don’t. You will go do anything you want. You can go back home, or you can fuck each other all day, every day here in Ciudad Azteca. I don’t care. La Diabla is MINE. So, I suggest all three of you leave now and get some rest. Tomorrow, a whole new life for all of you begins and I know I am excited.” Priscilla told them. She really felt powerful at the moment and then started to walk away. She saw Pilar holding Rocio in her arms and it was time to leave. She saw that Rocio had some of her clothes back one since they would be headed back out to the public. She looked at La Diabla one last time and winked. “Thank you, La Diabla for Rocio. She is going to make a fine sex slave thanks to you. You made a good choice in bringing her. Have a good night, bitch. Hahahaha” she said, then left the building.
La Diabla stood there in shock as she saw Priscilla leave with the two associates and Rocio. She could not believe she had to go back to the United States and operate a sex trafficking ring. It was very surreal to her because she knew she had to do it. She had to sacrifice everything in order to save her mother. She couldn’t even take Gabby and Veronica. Her anger started to get out of control, and she yelled. “THAT BITCH!!! I SWEAR SHE IS GOING TO PAY!!!!” she screamed.
Veronica was very upset knowing that she and Gabby could not accompany La Diabla on her journey. Once they found out that Isabel was captured, all they wanted to do was help their beloved friend. Now, she would be going alone and without any allies. It also meant her mother was still in danger, and none of them knew what to do. They always came up with a plan, even when it was against Thalia. Now, they had no plan and had no idea how they would combat this new threat. She heard La Diabla’s words and wanted to comfort her. She could hear the anger, and pain in her voice. “What are we going to do now?” she asked.
Gabby heard the question, and she felt terrible. Priscilla had full control and there was not a lot they could do. She was also distraught that they could not go with the outlaw and make sure she was protected. She looked at La Diabla and wanted to hug her. “Hey, are you ok?” she asked.
La Diabla started to pace around the room. She felt very angry, sad and terrified. This was not going well for her, and she didn’t know what to do. She knew she had to go back to the United States and help Priscilla and her crime ring, but all she thought about was her mother. She had to do something. This next journey was going to be very dangerous, and both their lives were on the line. She thought about having to tell Bella, Cheyenne and Molly that she had business to deal with. She had no idea how they would even go back to California without her. This moment was definitely one of the worst in her life. She had no plan and was at the mercy of some woman she truly hated. She heard Gabby’s and Veronica’s questions, and she looked at them. She felt some gratitude they were with her right now but weren’t after this night. She realized that if the ring was successful, this could very well be the last night she saw them for a long time. She stood in the middle of the room and thought about everything that was happening. Sadness started to fill her soul, and she felt herself about to cry. She lowered her head and closed her eyes. The emotions started to win out and she felt a tear starting to come out of her right eye. La Diaba was becoming an emotional wreck and couldn’t stop anything at the moment. She looked over at her friends and shrugged. “I-I don’t know….” she said, then let another tear fall.
THE NEXT DAY – PLOTSVILLE
Rita walked into the backroom of the Burlesque show and saw Marge sitting at her desk. She appeared to be counting money, and she saw that she had a guest. Sylvia was sitting there, and they looked like they were having a great discussion. She thought it was a good sight to see, but she started to have her own reservations. She had a hard time sleeping the previous night. She kept thinking about poor Alice and what she went through. It was an erotic torture, but the poor girl was broken and her life was never going to be the same again. She started to have her own doubts about the trafficking ring. She felt bad that some innocent women were doomed to be servicing men against their free will and that just sounded terrible. She knew the dancers engaged in the same kind of torture, but that was one night, and the victim did not remember anything the next day. They were free to go about their lives. Now, they were in deep with a major crime ring, and she was extremely nervous. She knocked on the open door and tried to put on her best smile. “Knock knock.” she said with a smile.
“Rita! Good morning! I hope you slept well.” Marge said as she looked at her top dancer. She had a discussion with Sylvia about what took place the previous night and she enjoyed hearing about how Rita played with and teased the victim’s breasts. She knew she was always good at that, and she hoped all of her dancers would get a chance at playing with these helpless women. She was also delighted that Ingrid was looking over Alice and could only imagine what her thief was up to.
“I did. Good to see you, and good to see you again, Sylvia.” Rita said and nodded her head towards the assassin. Even though she had a lot of doubts, she definitely could not let Sylvia know. After watching how she dismantled Alice, she was fearful of her.
“Yes, good morning to you. Thank you again for last night. We couldn’t have completely dominated Alice without your help. You are really good at teasing breasts. Hehe” Sylvia giggled. She really enjoyed what she did to Alice and looked forward to tormenting even more women. She did wonder if Rita was fully engaged in this venture. She noticed she wasn’t as excited to torture Alice as Ingrid was. She figured it was probably due to nerves since none of them really did anything like this before.
“It was definitely memorable. Hey Marge, that is a lot of money in your hands. I guess we had a good night, last night?” Rita asked as she saw all the cash in Marge’s hands.
“Yes!! We did really well. While you, Ingrid and Sylvia, were playing with Alice, the others managed to get a lot of money. We even enjoyed playing with Alice’s friends as well. They are SO sexy. I was thinking perhaps we should kidnap them and sell them off too. Hehe” Marge smiled. She thought about what she and the others did to Alice’s two friends. They were both bound together, and they tickled them and then even had them eat one another’s pussies as they were in a 69 position. She loved the fact that they would not remember anything, but she sure would.
“Hehehe I like that idea too. Well, it was a very successful night. Tonight, we need to find another victim. We had to stock up on slaves, so we can set up a selling event. I hope all of you spot some nice ones. I will take off for a moment. I want to go to send a message to my employer in Greece. I want to let him know the first slave was captured successfully and he can send payment. You will all be rewarded handsomely for your efforts. I will see you two a little later.” Sylvia said, then got up from her chair. She gave a gentle squeeze on Rita’s shoulder and gave her a smile. She left the room and started to think about how she was going to eventually kidnap Deputy Darby. That was her ultimate goal. She felt that she gave enough incentive to these dancers to find other slaves. Her mission was to bring Darby to Christos, and she wanted to make sure that plan worked to perfection.
Rita smiled back at Sylvia and watched her leave. Once she left the backroom she looked over at Marge, then sat down. She wanted to express some of her concerns. She took a deep breath, then prepared herself. “Marge, I want you to be honest with me. Do you think this is a good idea to be part of a sex trafficking ring?” she asked.
Marge saw Rita sit down in front of her at the desk and could see she was concerned. She wondered what was wrong, especially after a very successful night. She heard the question, and it surprised her. This venture in the sex trafficking operation was going to bring them a lot of money and perhaps could have them cut back on robbing people. She put the money down on the desk and leaned back in her chair. “What do you mean? Of course it is a good idea. You know how much money we are going to make?” she responded.
“I know. It will be a lot of money for sure. More than we had in quite some time. But the kidnapping of these women and then selling them off as sex slaves just seems a bit too much.” Rita told her. She felt nervous about telling Marge, but they were very good friends, and she wanted to somehow ease her reservations and prevent the entire crew from suffering legal consequences should they get caught. “I mean, if everything goes wrong, we are done for and will spend a very long time in jail. We are not having these women forget everything. They will know what is happening to them, unlike the women and men we use the potion on.” she continued.
“I see. I know you are concerned, but it is the perfect operation. We just have to take care of the captives. We are not the ones selling them. That will belong to that woman in Mexico, Priscilla Montenegro. We are just helping. We rob women, right? So going after innocent people is what we do, Rita. It is just that there is an extra consequence, that’s all. Didn’t you have fun feathering Alice’s breasts? I heard she came pretty hard, so you helped her feel good.” Marge told her. She sensed the nervousness in Rita, and she had to make sure her top dancer was going to be ok. She knew the other dancers were a bit jittery, so she needed her lead to soothe their concerns too.
“It was very interesting last night. I mean, we systematically destroyed her, and she was VERY ticklish too. I think even with the small dose of the potion; she was extra ticklish. She has a sweet, young body too. I mean, she is going to command a HIGH price. But and here is where I have concerns, she looked so scared. I mean, when we told her she was going to be a sex slave, she was heartbroken. She is so young, and her life is now destined to be sexually ravished on a daily basis. I kind of felt terrible for her. She looked so innocent.” Rita said. She started to think back to Alice’s reactions to everything that was being done to her and the look of fear on her face, along with the sadness really got to her. She wanted to make sure she would be able to do this. She knew Ingrid was doubly excited, but she had concerns about her own participation.
“Rita, I get it. It is a tough thing to do, especially to another woman. However, we got a job to do. We are not innocent by any stretch of the imagination. So, in order to make this work, I need you to learn to not feel for these victims. We didn’t feel anything to all the women we robbed, AND the men. So, let’s not start now.” Marge told her. She leaned forward in her chair and reached for Rita’s hands. She wanted to comfort her and make sure she was going to be ok. “Listen to me, it is going to be ok. I need you, Rita. You are very important in all of this. Are you going to be, ok?” she asked.
Rita felt Marge’s warm hands touching hers and she did appreciate her boss. She and Marge went back some years, and she did care about her as a friend. The fact she was trying to comfort her made her feel a little better. She loved that Marge was trying to get confidence that this would all work out. She took a deep breath and looked at Marge’s sweet face. “Yeah, I think I will be ok. It is just something new to me. It is a whole new world. If you are confident everything will be ok, then I can too. Thank you, Marge. Thank you for being such a good friend. I appreciate you.” she responded with a sweet smile.
“Good! Tonight, when we capture another victim, we won’t have you go torture them. I will send Diane there. She needs to have a turn and get used to it. I am also excited about getting the first payment from that guy in Greece, Christos Andino. Did you see how much money we are going to make? This is going to be great!” Marge said with great enthusiasm. She picked up the money on the desk again and started to count. She got excited, and then she saw Rita stand up and head out of her office. She could not wait until they figured out who their next victim would be. She was a little concerned about Rita. The fact she was nervous about their job made her wonder if Rita was up to the task. She figured she needed to keep a close eye out on her. Not only was there a lot of money involved, but their own legal standing could be affected if one of them faltered. She loved Rita to pieces, but if she was a weak link, then she would be willing to cut ties. This was too important for all of them for someone to ruin everything. “She better be ok……” she mumbled to herself, then resumed counting the money.
UP NEXT: La Diabla begins her journey to the United States, Becky continues to grow emotions for Rita, and Cheyenne has a memorable experience.
Ok fans, how did you like this chapter? La Diabla is an emotional wreck. It is only the beginning of her trauma and she has to continue to fight her way through it. The next chapter will be a little "softer" and should have some really good action. Thank you all again, and I hope this journey has been very good reading for you. Your comments are most welcomed and highly encouraged.
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PART 6
Pilar heard the command, and she wondered what they could use as a gag. For her other victims, she used their own socks or stockings, so she never had a specific gag to use. She was still amazed that this entire situation was happening. She was face to face again with the notorious outlaw, but also with her companions. She felt a small rivalry with them. She got to torture Veronica and listening to Gabby, she knew that she was effective in her torture of her. Now she was in control, and she wanted to exploit that as well. There was such a thrill in her own body when she had Isabel in her clutches and had a knife to her throat. She was happy that La Diabla agreed to this arrangement, because she didn’t want to commit actual murder. Priscilla told her that there was no way La Diabla would risk her mother’s well-being and correctly predicted La Diabla would surrender. She looked at the three outlaws and could see they were all angry, but it didn’t matter. She had some control over them, and she smiled. “I don’t have one, but I have an idea. How about using one of her stockings? That’s what we used on Veronica. She got to taste her own foot. Haha” she advised.
Veronica heard that response and she felt very upset. She remembered when her own sock was in her mouth and that was such a humiliating moment for her. She felt a little emotional hearing that because she was really tortured by that same woman. She also felt angry that she couldn’t do anything about it right now. “I hate you…..” she said seething.
“I am going to get you, bitch. Not now, but one day, you are going to pay for what you did to her. PAY!!!!” Gabby yelled. She did not like hearing how Veronica was gagged with her own sock. She knew that it had to be humiliating for her, and she wanted to protect her at all costs. She then looked at the right foot of Rocio and saw the sock. Normally, she would slowly tease and peel the sock off, but she was very angry. She reached under the dress and found the top of the stocking. She quickly pulled it down, got It under the rope that tied the ankle and then it came off the heel. She quickly peeled it off, and now the right foot was stripped naked. She stared at the foot for a moment and liked what she saw. The foot was long and narrow, with the toes being long. The index toe was slightly longer than the big toe, and the rest of the toes descended in length. She could see the soft tanned skin on the sole of the foot, and it looked soft. The arch was a normal design, and it did look sensitive. Gabby then tossed the empty stocking over to La Diabla and nodded her head. She knew they had a job to do and wanted to take out her anger with tickling Rocio silly.
La Diabla caught the sock, and she got herself ready. Now it was time to torture this woman and with Priscilla watching, she had to utterly destroy this woman. She looked down at Rocio’s face and saw how scared she was. Her eyes were wide open, her mouth was agape, and she could see the stress written all over that face. “Ok, keep your mouth open and I won’t hurt you.” she told her, then stuffed the stocking inside the mouth.
Rocio froze in place when she heard that threat. She could see the look on La Diabla’s face, and she felt true fear. The outlaw had a mean look, but she thought her mind was playing tricks on her because she thought she saw a look of empathy. She didn’t know what to do, but what she did know was that she did not want to be injured. She felt the stocking get stuffed in her mouth and she was stunned. She could taste the sweat of her foot, and it repulsed her. She was wearing her stockings and boots all day, so her feet were really warm and a little moist. She thought she was about to vomit but managed to remain calm. She started to whine in her gag because she didn’t know what they were going to do to her. “Please….why are you doing this to me? I want to leave…” she whimpered.
“You are not going anywhere. You are all ours now. In fact, you might want to get used to the idea that you will never see your home again. You do sound sad. Poor Rocio. Hey, what if I help make you feel a little better? I don’t want you to cry or anything. How about I tell you a joke? Does that sound good? I think you need to laugh right now.” La Diabla teased. She started to feel a little confident about what she had to do. She felt her instincts kicking in and it was time to drive poor Rocio crazy.
Rocio was stunned when she heard those words. When she heard that she would never see her home again, that made her very scared. They kidnapped her and now she was going to be a prisoner. When she heard La Diabla saying she wanted to tell her a joke, she wanted to cry. This woman was enjoying herself. This woman wanted to make her cry and enjoyed it. Her eyes got a little watery and she felt her entire body on edge. “Please….let me go. I want to go home.” she whimpered into her gag.
“You’re not going home. In fact, you are never going home again. Now, you really could use a joke to lighten the mood. What did the turtle say to the chicken before it crossed the road?” La Diabla teasingly asked. She did enjoy playing mind games with her victims and this was the perfect set up. She winked at both Gabby and Veronica because it was time to torture Rocio.
Rocio heard that question and wondered what was going on., It was such a surreal moment to be tied down, had her boots and one stocking removed, and now this woman who told her she was never going back home was trying to tell her a joke. “Please let me go….” she answered softly.
“They didn’t say anything!!! Animals can’t talk!! Hahahahahaha” La Diabla followed up. She knew she told a horrible joke, but it was the perfect set up. She saw the look on Rocio’s face and now the torture could begin. “You didn’t find that funny? I am SO offended! You were supposed to laugh! Here, let’s see if this makes you laugh.” she told her then started to lightly run her fingers down the left arm. She stroked her fingertips across the triceps and when she got close to the underarm, she saw the arm really starting to flinch. The armpit was covered by short sleeve of the dress, but it was a matter of time before it was exposed.
Rocio heard that terrible joke and was speechless. It was as though the outlaw was playing a game. Then she felt fingers stroking very lightly down her arm and she felt some ticklish sensations. That surprised her because it tickled at a moment like this. When the fingers made it to the triceps and then biceps, the ticklish feeling grew stronger. She wanted to burst out laughing, but she didn’t want to laugh. She feared that if she did, then the outlaw might think she was mocking her and then she might be in pain. The fingers were getting dangerously closer to her armpit and now she felt her entire body starting to tremble. She knew how ticklish she was, and it was rare that she was tickled. She hated being tickled, and whenever someone did it, she wanted to punch them in the face. A lover once tickled her, and she hit him squarely on the jaw. He never tickled her again. Now, she was faced with revealing her extreme ticklishness and prayed this woman would stop touching her and would let her go. “Please….let me….hehe…..go.” she whimpered and let a small giggle come out.
La Diabla heard that giggle and she got a little excited. It appeared Rocio was indeed ticklish, and she hoped she was extremely ticklish. She had to break this woman’s will. She had to make sure she became fearful of being tickled and become very docile. That would help her be an effective sex slave. “Was that a giggle I heard? Hmmmmm….so you DID find my joke funny! Good! Laughter is good for you. Isn’t that right my friends?” she joked, then looked at both Veronica and Gabby.
Veronica heard the horrible joke, but she knew what was about to happen. She then watched as La Diabla started to tickle the arm lightly and when she heard that tiny giggle, she felt some relief. They had to tickle torture this woman so Priscilla would be pleased. They had no choice but to torment Rocio or something horrible could happen to La Diabla’s mother. She decided she wanted to get into this moment and saw her opening. With the arms outstretched over her head, the entire ribs and sides of Rocio’s body were exposed. She got closer to the left side and reached her hand forward. She took her index finger and poked it right into the side of the ribcage and felt the body jerk. She poked again and again, and she saw Rocio’s head lift up a little and stare right back at her. She could see that kind of fear she loved. Ticklish fear. She kept poking because she wanted Rocio to realize what her fate was about to be.
Rocio felt those pokes in her ribs, and she looked over at Veronica. That was the woman who first pulled a gun on her and now she was poking her ribs. Those pokes sent intense ticklish feelings throughout her body, and she was now in disbelief. It appeared that they were trying to tickle her on purpose now and that made her very afraid. “Hehehe what are you hehehe doing?” she asked under her gag.
Gabby saw the reaction and figured it was time for her to make her presence felt. She could see Rocio looking towards her left where both La Diabla and Veronica were touching her. She then started to lightly flutter her fingers across the right side, moving from the ribs to the hip area. She saw Rocio turn her head quickly towards her and smiled. “Hehehe I guess we found the hotel?” she teased.
Rocio saw Gabby and she felt horrible. The realization that she fell into a trap really got deep into her soul. She was trying to help someone, but they wanted to kidnap her instead. That played with her emotions. She also felt those pokes and touches and the ticklishness was starting to increase. As she started to fidget, she looked at Gabby’s face and she wanted to plead with her. “Why? Why did you do this to me? hehe” she asked with a giggle.
Gabby heard that question and she smiled. She knew what they were doing to her was part of working with Priscilla, but she also remembered the reason Rocio was targeted to begin with. She continued to stroke the finger along the right side and looked into those terrified eyes. “Because you deserve this. I chose you to bring here because you and I both know you are not a nice person. I saw what you did to that man. I heard you yell at him and tried to cheat him out of money. You are a real bitch, so welcome to your worst nightmare.” she told her.
Rocio felt her heart sink when she heard that explanation. She remembered the moment that Gabby was referring to and now regret started to fill her soul. She remembered trying to get her money back for an ornament she broke, and this woman witnessed it. She wondered if she was a relative of the man and the thought of revenge really started to bother her. “Hehehehe I am sorry!!! I didn’t mean it!” she yelled in her gag, while still fidgeting from the ticklish pokes.
“Too little, too late. Hehehe Now, you suffer.” Gabby told her, then grabbed the right side and started to lobster claw it. She felt the body tightening up and she loved it. Now she started to get excited about torturing this woman. She didn’t have to think about Priscilla and the emotional pain La Diabla was in. She could focus on what this woman did to the vendor and really take out her aggression on her. She could hear Rocio starting to really begin to laugh, and she wanted to punish her.
“EEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! STOP IT!!! DON’T TICKLE ME!” Rocio screamed as she felt those lobster claw pressing into her right side. She then felt fingers now pressing into her left ribcage and that sent another jolt of ticklish electricity throughout her body. She wondered why they had to tickle her. “HAHAHAHAHA WHY ARE YOU TICKLING HEHAHAHAHA ME???” she screamed into her gag.
“Because….it is a lot of fun. Listen to yourself. You sound ridiculous. Are you really that ticklish? You can’t handle a silly game? You are pathetic.” La Diabla taunted as she listened to that strong laughter. She was very delighted that this woman was ticklish. Now she could torture her and truly start to break her down. She wanted to forget about all the stress she was under and just take it out on Rocio. Hearing that story about the vendor made it a little easier as well. She then moved her fingers closer to the armpit and once it got to the sleeve, she burrowed her fingers under the garment and found the sensitive skin there. That made Rocio shriek again and she loved it.
Rocio felt fingers in her armpit, and she lost it. Her armpits were terribly ticklish and now she was trapped. She tried to pull her arm down, but it was no use. She also heard La Diabla verbally berate her, and she knew she was in trouble. These women wanted to punish her. These women were going to torture her. Although it was better than being hurt physically, it was still a terrible feeling, and she felt ashamed. She couldn’t stop laughing and those hands and fingers touching her body were driving her crazy. She lifted her head for a moment, and she looked down towards her feet. She thought she was hallucinating, but she could see three other women in the room. One of them was a taller woman, with blond hair. She looked pretty but had a wry smile on her face. It made her very worried that there were even more women in here to potentially torture her. “HAHAHAHAHAHA WHO’S THAT?? WHO’S THAT?” she laughed.
La Diabla looked in the same direction that Rocio was looking and realized that she must have seen Priscilla. That made her chuckle because in a way, it was better that she was torturing her instead of Priscilla. Now it was time to really mess with Rocio’s mind. “Oh her? Hehehehe I am known as La Diabla, but that one right there, is pure evil. A true bitch. She is here to watch you suffer. So, you better beg her if you want any mercy.” she told her, with her voice loud enough for Priscilla to hear.
Priscilla watched what was taking place and she found it amusing. They were starting the torture, and she loved the sounds of that muffled laughter. She liked the way all three were going after Rocio and wondered how long it would be before she broke. She knew La Diabla could get the job done. She knew just how talented she was at this. It was interesting to see her in action against someone else. She had never seen her tickle torture someone before. She only experienced it on her own body. She also saw Rocio looking at her and when she heard those frantic screams of who she was, she loved it. She wanted to feel powerful and be feared. Then she heard La Diabla describing her and she rolled her eyes. She knew the outlaw was trying to insult her, but since it was part of the torture, she couldn’t really do anything. “You’re just as lovely, you *****.” she snapped back.
“You hear that? She called you a *****! Hehehe” La Diabla said to Rocio, then winked at Priscilla. She figured she could use her anger towards the blond woman on poor Rocio. She then looked back at Rocio’s face and had a very evil smile on it. “Speaking of *****s, that is your future occupation! That’s right, you are going to be a sex slave! You will get to service whoever, whenever. My job is to get you prepared for that. Your nightmare is just beginning. Just imagine what it will be like when we get you naked.” she threatened.
Rocio heard those words and her face went white. Even though her ribs, armpit and right side was being tickled, the thought of being a sex slave made her panic. She now knew of her fate and wanted no part of it. They even threatened to strip her naked. That would be embarrassing, and she started to beg. “NOOOOOOOO!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA YOU CAN’T!!! YOU CAN’T HAHAHAHAHAHA DO THAT TO ME!!!’ she screamed in laughter.
“I bet you look really good naked. I bet you look very nice under this pretty dress. I can’t wait to find out!” Veronica teased. She wanted to get some verbal taunting in as well. She continued to move her fingers over the ribs and even went after the right ribcage. She found those grooves in the ribs under the dress and loved the reaction she was getting. She loved how all three of them were tormenting Rocio. Even though they were under duress, she did love the fact that they were a team and now inflicting a lot of torture on this woman. She remembered when they all went after Rose, the assistant to Christos and wore that woman out. She remembered the fun they had when they worked over Claire, their very first victim, as a team of outlaws. She hoped they could truly push Rocio into ticklish insanity together and try to help La Diabla.
Pilar listened to the outlaws tickling Rocio and verbally taunting her. She was very interested in this session because she wanted to compare their style to hers. She loved torturing Veronica and Isabel. She wanted to get better at it. When she was told how skilled La Diabla was at this kind of torture, she definitely wanted to pay attention to what the infamous outlaw did to this victim. She looked over at Priscilla’s face and she did look happy. She also wondered what the ultimate plan was. She knew she was supposed to go to the United States to help torture the sex slaves but wondered what La Diabla’s ultimate role would be as well. “Hey, I think they are doing a decent job right now. They are not too bad.” she told her boss.
Priscilla turned to her right and looked at Pilar. She could tell she had a little professional jealousy and loved it. It meant she could get Pilar to be even more ruthless with the sex slaves. She could see great things from Pilar. She wondered if she could turn her into another version of Helga, or even Thalia. “Hehehe yeah, they are pretty good. They are just beginning. I am looking forward to what they do to her when they strip her naked. Do you think you can match their skill level?” she asked.
“Yes! I think I am better than them already. I look forward to proving that to you.” Pilar responded with a smile. She really wanted to impress Priscilla and curry favor with her. She then looked over at Maria, who was on Priscilla’s left side. She wanted to make sure her partner was ready to take things to new levels as well. “Hey Maria, don’t you think we are better than them?” she asked with a smile.
Maria heard Pilar’s question, and she looked at her friend. She could see the desire in her eyes, and she knew why. After they tickled Isabel and Veronica, they were now developing their own torture style with tickling. She was still a little nervous with all the dangerous women in this room, but she also respected and was very impressed with the way Priscilla commanded the room. She liked being a part of something big, even though she remained nervous. “Yes, we are very good at what we can do. I mean, we still need more practice, but once we are done, we will be the greatest at this.” she said with a sense of pride.
Priscilla loved hearing that confidence from both of her associates. Then an idea hit her. She started to smile thinking about what she was going to say next because it would surely bring more intensity to this moment. “Hey La Diabla, my ladies here think you and your friends are a bit average. They don’t think you can do as well as a job as they can. I mean, I know you are good at this, but maybe you are losing your touch. After all, we do have a witness to their style. Your friend there, Veronica, knows how good they are….hehehe” she teased.
Veronica heard that taunt and she started to seethe. She hated that memory and looked over at both Pilar and Maria. It was just days ago that they had her tied down, stripped naked and tickled all over her body. They even forced her to have an orgasm. She could see their knowing smiles and she turned her head back towards Gabby. She could see her being upset and she had to make sure she was ok because they had more important things to focus on. “Baby don’t listen to them. I am fine now. Let’s focus on this bitch.” she told her.
Gabby heard the taunts and challenge, and she tried to control herself. She hated that they were reminding her about what they did to Veronica. She started to think about the pain she felt when her lover was missing. She remembered how frightened she was and how much it hurt her when she found out she was kidnapped. She also remembered how happy she was when they rescued Veronica. Now, those same women were taunting them and even challenging them. She looked over at La Diabla and could see her looking right back at her. “I want to kill them so badly….” she told her in a soft voice.
La Diabla heard the taunts and knew what Priscilla was trying to do. She looked down at Rocio and could see her still laughing from their touches. She knew this woman would have to suffer even more because of Priscilla and her associates. She looked back at Gabby and saw that pain in her eyes. She understood what it felt like because she was so broken from her mother being captured. She knew they had to stay focused on the task at hand, so that they could get past this situation as quickly as possible. “I want to kill them too, but we got a job to do. Let’s just take it all out on this bitch here, and then we will deal with those morons later.” she whispered back.
Veronica heard that exchange and knew the outlaw was right. They had to focus on the task at hand and just endure whatever craziness Priscilla and her minions told them. They were all affected by that woman and they all had to fight through it. She looked down at her fingers and saw how they were placed. She then pressed into the lower part of the ribs and saw that look in Rocio’s eyes. It appeared she hit a hot spot, and she smiled. “Tickles?” she asked.
Rocio heard the exchanges between the women, and it appeared that there was some tension between the two groups. She didn’t know what it was about, but it didn’t change her own situation. She felt the fingers starting to touch her lower ribs, and the lobster clawing resumed. Then she felt fingers touching her armpit skin and she exploded in laughter. The three areas being tickled at once was too much for her to handle. The intensity really tore right through her and she tried to wiggle around as much as possible. She shut her eyes and prayed this was just one bad nightmare. She started to get frustrated that she could not move around as much. That feeling of helplessness only added to her misery. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MERCY!!!! HAHAHAHAHA STOP!!!! MERCY!!!” she screamed.
“There is no mercy for you. You will have to suffer. If I were you, I would enjoy this moment. Because we are going to start taking off clothes soon enough. I hope you have a pretty body.” La Diabla told her as she listened to those cries for mercy. She felt her own adrenaline flowing and wanted to draw out the worst ticklish feelings. She wanted to break her quickly so she could get back to the issue of her mother being a prisoner. She then used her right hand to pull down the sleeve and expose the armpit. She could see that pale skin compared to the slightly tanned skin of the rest of the arm. There were little stubbles of hair, but overall the skin was smooth enough. She wanted to tease the area at first but decided to go for the kill. She formed her fingers into claws and placed the tip of her nails on the skin and started to slide them across that armpit. She saw the arm desperately try to close itself and that look of panic always amused her.
Rocio felt those nails in her armpit, and she lost it. Her armpits and ribs were always highly ticklish, and she remembered how bad it was when friends tickled her. This was different because these women wanted to torture her. She screamed into her gag and now that stocking was getting drenched from her saliva and was mixed in with her own foot sweat. The entire moment was miserable for her, and she felt her body temperature spiking. Then she felt another powerful surge of ticklish agony when her right side received another strong “claw” pressing into it. That made her scream very loud, and she felt overwhelmed. She just continued to beg for mercy, but these women were continuing to tickle her.
Gabby loved the way La Diabla used her nails on the armpit and how Veronica was pressing her fingers into the ribs. She wanted to get her own torture in and wanted to break this woman. She loved how loud she was screaming and just focused on Rocio’s agony. She wanted to get Priscilla out of her mind and just focus on this victim. She always did enjoy tickle torturing another woman and that is how she had to focus right now. Just making Rocio as miserable as possible. She did like the overwhelming style they were doing, but wondered if they could each take a turn. “Hey, how about we each take a turn to torment her. I know we want her to break, but if we prolong her torture, the worst it will be. We have to make her completely broken so she could be sold later. It will also give us a chance to just enjoy ourselves right now.” she offered.
La Diabla paused her armpit tickling and thought about what Gabby said. It did make sense to have each of them torment Rocio separately. She wanted to rush through the torture, but to break a woman, they had to be strategic about it. If they overwhelmed Rocio right now, she might even pass out and delay their opportunity to get her mother back. They had to make Rocio very fearful, and prolonged torture would do that. If they stopped now, then she would recover faster. “Ok, I like that. Who goes first?” she asked.
“How about me? I want to play with her a bit. I got some stress I want to relieve. I will go after her, then the next one will come in.” Veronica offered. She liked the idea of each of them taking turns. It would also give them each other a chance to enjoy what each other was doing. They were such a great team, and they could systematically break this woman down.
“Ok, let’s do it. We each have a style so we can really drive her crazy. I will go last. I want to tear an orgasm out of her and completely destroy her. So, Veronica, do what you do.” La Diabla said, then folded her arms. She looked at her two friends and they seemed very eager, but also very emotional. This entire moment rested on their ability to break Rocio to the point she became a docile sex slave.
Veronica looked at Gabby and saw the love she had in her eyes. She knew how emotional she was right now, and she not only wanted to torment Rocio, but also get Gabby to start enjoying herself. She then turned to Rocio’s face and saw her gasping for air. The woman was already starting to get sweaty, and she was going to continue to get wet. She waited for her eyes to open and when she did, she smiled at her. “Poor Rocio, I bet this is all too much for you right now. I bet you wish you could just go home and away from this nightmare. Am I right?” she asked her.
Rocio felt some relief after the tickling had stopped. She could feel her body still tingling and she wanted to catch her breath. She had never been tickled this long before in her life or with so many hands tickling her at once. She wanted to spit the gag out and curse all of these women out. However, she was still tied down and completely helpless. There were also three other women in this room, so even if she escaped from these three, there were three others to take their places. That really started to play with her mind because it seemed hopeless. She also heard that they wanted to make her a sex slave and that got to her a lot. She couldn’t imagine her body being used like a common ***** to some filthy man. Her brain continued to wonder why these women would go this far with her. She may have been rude to a vendor, but was that enough to make her a sex slave? There appeared to be tension between the two groups of women in the room and that she was an object that the two groups would use in their confrontation. She heard Veronica speaking to her and she looked at her face. She saw a sweet looking smile, but she knew that it was a façade. This woman was going to torture her. She heard the question asked and it was very true. She did want to go home and escape from this horrible moment. “Yes….why can’t you just let me go? I-I don’t want to be here anymore. I don’t want to be a sex slave. I am begging for forgiveness.” she whined.
“Awww…..I bet you do want forgiveness. It is a little too late for that. Look at it this way, you will still be alive after all of this. We are not planning on killing you, so you should feel better. Now, I am just going to play around with your ribs and tummy for a bit. Are they ticklish?” Veronica teased. She then placed her fingers on the ribs and started to press into the ribcage once again.
“NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP THAT!!!” Rocio screamed as she felt her ribs being tickled once again. She felt those powerful ticklish tremors rolling throughout her body and now she was in ticklish agony once again. She wondered why they had to tickle her again. She hated this moment and prayed that somehow, one of these women would have mercy on her.
Priscilla smiled as she watched what was happening. She loved how her associate, Pilar, was able to talk to the outlaws in such a strong position. She did enjoy listening to Rocio’s laughter. There was always something soothing about listening to a woman laugh herself hysterically. She also wanted to observe the teamwork between the outlaws. She could tell they worked together a lot and had good chemistry. It made her a little nervous that La Diabla had found a new “gang” of sorts. She hated her with very single fiber of her being, but she knew how dangerous the woman was. This gang would not compete with the Montenegro gang, but they still made a good trio. That made the capture of Veronica that much sweeter. Because she was able to inflict her own power over them. They were talented enough to steal a diamond, but not powerful enough to topple her. She saw Veronica’s fingers pressing around the ribs and respected her ability to torture. Priscilla then smiled to herself when she thought about what the next move would be after this all ended. She wanted La Diabla to be miserable and knew a way that would continue to make her obey her. She then felt something tapping her right arm and she looked over at Pilar. “Yes?” she asked.
“Hey, she is pretty good at that. I like how she is making her scream.” Pilar told her. She was in awe watching a woman get tormented. She thought that once she arrived in the United States, she would watch it a lot more as well.
“Yes, she is not bad. I expect you both to be better. Because once the operation gets going, I want you both to be feared by all.” Priscilla replied. She then looked over at La Diabla who was watching Veronica go after the ribs. She still could not believe she was in charge of that woman. The feeling of victory felt really good, and she loved this feeling over her rival. She then saw La Diabla looking at her and she smiled. She wanted her to know that she was in control and that she was a subordinate. She flashed an evil smirk right back at her to make her feel the power that she had.
La Diabla was starting to enjoy listening to Rocio’s ticklish screams as Veronica continued to tickle those ribs. She was proud of the way the fingers moved and dragged out those hysterical sounds. She wanted to truly enjoy the moment and then she felt something. She looked up and saw Priscilla looking right back at her with that smirk on her face. She knew what that smirk was about. It was Priscilla trying to express her dominion and she felt a burning anger within her. She tried to remain calm. She knew what she was trying to do. She then gave her an evil look, then looked back at Rocio to see her suffering. She had to ignore Priscilla so she could finish this task. Someone’s life depended on it. “Awww….poor Rocio. She is soooooo ticklish!!! It must be a horrible feeling knowing the tickling will never stop. It will just keep going on and on and on forever…..” she taunted.
Rocio heard those taunts, and she started to laugh even harder. The way those fingers probed her ribs drove her crazy, but the verbal threats made everything much worse. She felt the fingers pressing into those grooves between her ribs and it just forced her to react. She still tried to wrap her mind around the fact that they wanted to make her a sex slave. That thought was heartbreaking for her. She wanted to live a good life, but because she was rude to some random vendor, she could spend the rest of her days on Earth being someone’s sex toy. Then she felt the tickling stop and she desperately tried to beg. She was already tired and very scared. She felt her lungs already starting to burn and hoped these women would show her some mercy. She looked over at Veronica who had a smirk on her face, and she had to beg this woman to show her mercy. “Please…no more. Please stop tickling me. I-I can’t stand it! What do you want from me?” she asked in a very frightened voice.
“What do I want from you? Hehehe lots of things actually. One thing I do want to touch is your skin. You know what? You have way too many clothes on. If you are going to be a sex slave that someone wants to purchase, then we have to make sure your body is pretty and doesn’t have flaws. We need to get this dress off of you. I bet you have the softest skin.” Veronica teased. She wanted to make the moment more intense and try to get this woman suffer a bit. The dress was the kind that zipped in the back, and was a long dress that went to the ankles. She looked over at La Diabla and smiled. “Hey, how do we get this dress off easily? We can’t tear it off, or she won’t have any clothes.” she asked.
La Diabla heard the question and pondered it for a moment. They had to take the dress off instead of tearing it because Rocio couldn’t go through the streets naked when she was taken away. This building was empty, so they couldn’t cover her with anything either. She looked over at Priscilla, who still had that smug look on her face. She then shrugged her shoulders and exhaled deeply. I guess we have to untie her for a moment and then take it off of her. She then pulled out her gun and showed it to Rocio. She really wanted to aim it at Priscilla, but since she did not know where Isabel was, she couldn’t take chances. “Hey, we are going to untie you so we can strip you. I want to shred your dress, but you still need it for later. If you make any sudden moves, I will fill your body with bullets. Understand?” she threatened.
Rocio felt her body go cold when she heard that threat. She saw the gun La Diabla was holding, and it terrified her. She did not want to die. She felt a large streak of fear overwhelm her because these women were either going to humiliate her by taking her clothes off, or they were going to kill her. The first option was better, but it still broke her heart. “Yes…..I-I understand.” she responded in a very soft voice in her gag.
“Ok, you two get her clothes off. Then we can have some real fun!” La Diabla said, then held her gun still. She also knew Priscilla wouldn’t try anything stupid at the moment either since she brandished her weapon. She didn’t even want to look at her because it might tempt her to start firing. She watched Gabby untying the ankles, and Veronica untying the wrists. Once they were done, they lifted Rocio up into a sitting position. It was time to take the dress off and then get her ready for more torture. “Hey, take all her clothes off. I know we like to strip victims in phases, but we might as well get her ready now.” she instructed.
Rocio could not believe what she just heard, and she froze in fear. These women were not only going to take off her dress, but they were going to strip her completely naked. The idea of showing her naked body to these women terrified her and it filled her with shame. She just sat there while the buttons on the back of her dress were coming undone, and she felt so helpless. She felt like a kid having her parents remove her clothes. Once the buttons came free, she felt the dress coming off her shoulders, and then her chest. She looked down and saw her bra covered chest and she wanted to cry. She suddenly got slammed onto her back and she whimpered a little. They were starting to pull down her dress off her hips and then off her legs. Once it cleared her feet, she was left in her undergarments and one stocking. She started to whimper a lot more because they could see her body. “Please don’t do this to me….” she whimpered.
Veronica saw Gabby clearing the dress off the feet and now Rocio was just in her underwear. She thought the woman’s body looked pretty nice. There was some flab around the stomach, but overall, she looked like she was in great shape. She could also see the size of the chest and she liked it. Rocio’s breasts seemed large and now it was time to see them. She lifted her up from the table and into a sitting position once again. It was amazing how docile she was. There was no resistance from her. She could hear her starting to whine and knew she was going to cry at any moment. She started to feel a little bad for her, but she had a job to do. She found the clasp in the back of the bra and undid it. She then started to remove the bra by slipping it off the shoulders and then she pulled it away from the breasts and off the arms. She smiled once she saw those naked breasts. They were indeed large, perhaps a size C, and they had a very nice shape to them. She could see those large brown nipples and had a feeling they were going to be really sensitive. She then lowered Rocio onto her back, and since the upper body was now naked, she could tie the wrists once again. “You know, for a bitch of a woman, she sure does have nice tits. Hehe” she taunted.
Rocio felt herself burning with shame as her bra came off. She felt very helpless. She felt like a doll that had clothes taken off. She put up no fight, and she just allowed them to do this to her. She didn’t know what to think of herself. She wasn’t resisting even in her most embarrassing moment of her entire life. That shame continued to build when she felt her left stocking starting to come off. Her right one was stuffed inside her mouth, and soon, the left one came off her foot. Her eyes started to water because she only had her underwear on. She looked down at her feet and saw Gabby looking right back at her, holding up her stocking. “Why? Why?” she asked in sadness.
Gabby held up the empty stocking and smiled. The feet of Rocio were now naked, and she could have some fun with them. She wanted to focus on Rocio’s misery because she did not want to think about the other women inside the room. She had to take out her frustration on this poor victim. She then dropped the stocking onto the table and then moved to the hip area. It was time to remove the underwear and completely expose this woman’s body. She liked how compliant she was. The fact La Diabla had her gun out made things much easier for them. Rocio was so scared, she barely begged them to stop doing this to her. She felt a little bad for her, but this is what they did to robbery victims, so she prepared herself to finish the humiliation. Her hands grabbed the hem of the underwear, and she started to tug them off the hips. “Now, let’s see what she has under these. Hehehehe I hope her pussy is pretty.” she teased.
Rocio’s heart filled with shame once her underwear started to come down. They came off her hips and now it was just a matter of time before she was completely naked. The way these women were treating her filled her soul with sadness. She noticed her wrists were tied again and now her body was getting completely exposed. Her mind started to flash to sexual things because if she was a sex slave, then being naked forcefully would be a common thing for her. She closed her eyes because she did not want to look at the women doing this to her. They seemed very cruel and just because she was rude to a vendor did not seem like justification for this to happen. She felt a tear come out of her left eye once the underwear slid off her hips. Now, she knew her groin was exposed and there was no turning back now. They were going to own her body and she was helpless.
Gabby continued to slide the underwear off the legs and finally, it came off the bare feet. She held up the underwear and smiled. Rocio was now completely naked, and she could see how heartbroken the woman was. She tossed the underwear over her shoulder and prepared to tie the ankles down. She spread the legs apart and then tied each ankle to the table. Once she was finished, she wiped her hands and smiled. Her eyes then looked towards the groin, and she smiled. The naked pussy of Rocio was now exposed. She saw the pubic hair, and then the pink insides of the vagina. The lips were pouty and looked really nice. She felt a little impressed and with the reaction Rocio was giving, she knew this woman probably was already broken. Now, they could make her truly suffer. “Well, would you look at that. She has a NICE pussy. Hehehehe” she teased.
Rocio heard that comment and she felt her body temperature skyrocket. This was without a doubt the most humiliating moment of her entire life. More tears started to fall because she felt tremendous shame. Herr naked body was exposed for all to see like she was some common *****. That hurt even more because that’s what they said she was going to end up being. “Please let me go…..please…I’m sob sorry…..sob I’m sorry…..” she cried into her gag.
Priscilla witnessed the stripping of Rocio and gazed upon the naked body. She liked what she saw and really loved the reaction she got from Rocio. She wanted to hear her cry. She wanted her to feel miserable. She loved listening to the sad sounds of sex slaves. That was something she really enjoyed in Santa Selena. Her favorite time was when La Diabla was broken. Those sounds of sadness always turned her on and now she felt excited. She could see the large breasts and also the pussy. She felt a tingle between her legs because the torture and humiliation of her first sex slave since Santa Selena was about to happen. She was even happier once she saw La Diabla put her gun back in the holster. When she saw her take it out, she felt extremely nervous because even though she was in control, she could still get killed. Now it was time to enjoy the show.
La Diabla heard the very sad crying, and she had to remain focused. She enjoyed listening to victims’ cry whenever she robbed them. She loved it when their minds and souls were broken. This moment was different because this was not going to be the only time Rocio would be naked in front of people she didn’t like. She looked at the naked body and she liked what she saw. It was a little flabby, but still in very good shape. She then looked towards Veronica and nodded her head. “Ok, she is yours to play with. I am tired of her crying. Let’s hear some laughs!” she told her.
Veronica smiled when she heard that and then looked at the naked body. She wanted to avoid looking at Rocio’s face because the woman was crying, and she did not want to think about the fact she was helping sending this woman to her doom for the rest of her life. She slightly turned her body and faced the feet. She then looked down at those very vulnerable ribs and placed her fingers onto the skin. The skin felt nice, and it did look smooth. She started to lightly stroke her fingers across the skin over the ribs and even explored the stomach. She felt the body flinching and loved that reaction. She continued to stroke her fingers softly over the skin and now the cries were starting to cease, and she heard some grunts. It appeared the ticklish feelings were taking over and that made her smile. Now she could torture her a little bit and have some fun. “Hmmmm….she sure seems ticklish without her clothes. I bet this flabby tummy of hers is ticklish. Let’s see….” she teased.
Rocio felt the fingers sliding across her stomach and the ticklish tremors started to flow through her body. She was so sad and heartbroken, but the tickling felt stronger. She hated herself for being ticklish because in the most terrible moment in her entire life, she was starting to laugh about it. It frustrated her that she was being forced to laugh when all she wanted to do was cry. When the fingers went near her belly button, that sent a very powerful jolt throughout her entire body. Then she felt the fingers moving towards her side and that made her body try to flinch in the opposite direction. Then the fingers tickled the other side and now her body was moving and forth on the table and she heard her captors giggling.
“Hehehe look at her! She looks like a worm on a fishing hook. Come here little wormy! Does this tickle? Huh? Does this tickle?” Veronica teased as she continued to tickle the right side of the body, which forced Rocio to move to her left, and then she tickled the left side and made the body move to the right. She could hear that steady stream of laughter and could see the ticklish anguish on Rocio’s face. She was starting to have fun with this victim. She wanted to let her mind get caught up in the moment, so that this could be a stress reliever. She then placed her fingers on both sides and tickled them at the same time. That produced a loud muffled shriek through the gag, and she loved it. “Hahahahaha She is REALLY ticklish!!! I am glad she is not so sad anymore.” she teased.
La Diabla smiled when she heard that ticklish shriek and listened to Veronica’s verbal taunts. She loved how Rocio’s body was moving around and that made those large breasts also shake around. She did like how they looked and started to get into the moment. She wanted Rocio to suffer. She didn’t know her, but it didn’t matter. Right now, she had to suffer or someone else would. “Hehehehe look at her tits! They are all over the place. I think she likes it. Let’s see how she reacts once we play with them.” she teased.
Rocio heard that and she felt shame. She was being tickled, and her body was reacting to it. It caused her chest to shake around and these women were all staring at her breasts. She wished her hands were free so she could cover her chest and spare the embarrassment. Then her brain remembered that she was completely naked. Not only were her breasts exposed, but her very private area was also exposed. The tickling caused her to forget she was naked, but when her brain remembered it, it brough such great shame to her. The worst part about it was she was laughing about it. She never dreamed that being ticklish could be the worst thing about her. She then looked down past her breasts and saw the fingers now circling her belly button. Just that tease sent great fear within her body. “Nooo! Hehehehehehe nooooo!! Don’t!!! Please don’t!!!” she begged through her gag.
“Awwww…..is someone afraid I am going to……….TICKLE RIGHT HERE?” Veronica asked teasingly, then moved her fingers into the navel. She felt the stomach muscles immediately clench up and she loved it. She moved her fingers further inside the belly button and now Rocio was thrashing around as much as she could. She loved whenever they tied down a woman spreadeagle because the victim could squirm, but they were still completely vulnerable. She saw those breasts wobbling around and she looked at the face. There were those eyes nearly popping out of the head, and that look of sheer anguish was exciting. She wanted to keep pressing on, trying to draw out the worst ticklish feelings possible. Then she saw the head slamming back down on the table and she paused her tickling. There was a loud thud, and she had to make sure Rocio wasn’t knocked out.
Rocio felt the tickling stop for a moment and she reeled. She looked at her navel being tickled and the intensity grew within her body. She then slammed her head back down and hit it hard on the table. That caused pain throughout her body and her eyes watered. “Mmmm…..mmmmm…..” she moaned a little.
La Diabla heard that thud and she looked down at Rocio’s face and could tell the woman was reeling. She didn’t want Rocio to hurt herself or knock herself out. Even though Rocio’s well-being wasn’t the primary goal, she didn’t want her to be knocked out. That might anger Priscilla because that woman wanted to see her suffer. She looked at both Gabby and Veronica and they had surprised looks on their faces. She then leaned her own face down to Rocio and started to run her fingers over her hair. “Hey, don’t hurt yourself. Are you ok?” she asked in a soft voice.
Rocio heard the outlaw’s voice, and she opened her eyes for a moment. She could see that beautiful face and it surprised her to see a look of concern on it. It confused her but she also felt a little stunned from her head hitting the table. She hoped they would just let her go at the moment. She felt she was already destroyed and wanted no more of this. “Please….just let me go. I-I don’t want to be here….” she whimpered through her gag.
“She’s ok. She is conscious. Ok, let’s make sure she doesn’t do that again. I will hold her head while you torture her.” La Diabla instructed. She then placed her palms on each side of the head and applied some slight pressure. She wanted to keep Rocio from moving her head too much so that she wouldn’t try to purposely injure herself to get out of this moment.
Veronica looked with concern, but when she saw La Diabla holding the head she started to smile again. She then took her fingertips and started to slide them down the stomach area once again. She could feel the muscles clenching up again and the giggles started to resume. When she got close to the navel again, the laughter got stronger. Then she took the tip of her right index finger and slowly stroked it around the circumference of the navel. That made the body react strongly and she grinned. The navel was very sensitive, and she just wanted to torture her in this spot for a little while. “She is SO ticklish in her belly button! Awwww….so cute.” she taunted.
Gabby watched with glee as her lover was tickling that stomach with great skill. She was concerned as well when Rocio banged her head on the table, but now that the torture resumed, she felt good again. She loved the way the body reacted and loved that muffled laughter. She saw Veronica’s face and she was smiling. It always felt good to her whenever she saw the love of her life smiling like that. She then glanced towards her right and saw Priscilla, Pilar and Maria looking right back at them. She could see they were amused, and she hated it. It reminded her that they were under her control for the moment. She then turned her head back towards Rocio and continued to listen to her suffering.
Priscilla watched with great delight as the outlaws were continuing to torture poor Rocio. She heard that thud on the table and it delighted her. The tickling was getting too intense for the woman, and she banged her own head on the table. That spoke of desperation and that was what she wanted. She noticed how well of a team the outlaws were. They seemed very supportive of one another and had great cohesion. She wondered about her plan. She wanted La Diabla to do her bidding, but with those other two with her, it could make things complicated. She knew what she had to do after this torture session was completed. She looked at La Diabla and saw her holding the head. She started to get a little antsy, because it was Veronica doing the tickling, when it really should be La Diabla. Priscilla wanted to make her suffer. She wanted the outlaw to feel forced into doing things, and with her friends doing it, she was spared. That made her decide to intervene in this torture session. “Hey, can you stop tickling her for a moment?” she called out.
La Diabla heard Priscilla’s voice and looked towards her. She could see an evil smirk on her face, and she wondered what she wanted. She nodded her head towards Veronica and her friend stopped the tickle torture. She started to feel a burning hatred and hoped this event would be over and she could get Isabel back. “What is it?” she asked.
“This very amusing. There is no doubt about that. However, I want to see YOU tickle this bitch. You are letting your friends do all the work. That’s not what I want to see! So, I want YOU to torture her until she breaks.” Priscilla ordered. She wanted to see La Diabla’s skill on someone other than herself for the first time. She remembered the two times she was tortured, but now she wanted someone else to suffer like that.
La Diabla looked at Priscilla with incredulity and shook her head. This woman was now wanting to spotlight her, and she would be responsible for tormenting Rocio. Having Gabby and Veronica helping her only made her feel much better. It was hard to focus because of her worry, but now she had to be the one to crush Rocio’s will. “Why? We are a team, and you are getting what you wanted.” she repliedback.
“I am not getting what I wanted. I want to see YOU. We both know you have great skill, and I am not seeing it right now. These other two bimbos are doing too much work. So, get to it! Chop chop!” Priscilla commanded. She clapped her hands together quickly and wanted to get La Diabla to follow her orders. That would also make her happy because it confirmed control over the woman.
La Diabla’s anger started to rise when she heard that command. She hated her friends being insulted, but she remembered what was at stake. Her mother’s life was on the line, and even though she hated her, she knew she had to obey. She looked at both Veronica and Gabby and nodded her head. “Ok, let me take over. Someone holds her head so that she doesn’t try to knock herself out.” she told them,
Veronica looked over at Priscilla and saw that look of command on her face. She absolutely hated her, but she had to go along with it. She looked back at La Diabla and nodded her head in return. “I will do it. I will hold her head. Get her good.” she told her.
La Diabla moved from the head area and walked towards the foot of the table. She figured it was time to do a little leg and foot tickling. Veronica had played with the upper body, and it was time to work on the lower extremities. There was a benefit to this moment. She loved to tickle another woman’s feet. There was something special about it. The way they would react. They way they would scream when their precious and tender feet were touched. Her absolute favorite pair of feet was the woman she loved, Darby. No one had feet like her and thinking about it right now did bring some joy in her heart. She then looked at Rocio’s feet and they looked like perfect tickle targets. She looked at the big toe and the inside edge of the right foot. She got herself in position and looked back at Priscilla. She snarled a little but then had a smile. She figured she might as well throw a few jabs back at her enemy. “I am going to work on her feet. You wanted to see my skill, right? Well, this should be very familiar to you. Remember how I tortured your feet in your own bedroom? That was a LOT of fun. Those big feet of yours are very ticklish! I hope Rocio’s is just as bad. Hahahaha” she taunted.
Priscilla started to scowl when she heard La Diabla’s joke. She could see that knowing smile on her face and she remembered when the outlaw tickled her feet. She remembered how much she suffered from those nails and fingers tickling her precious barefeet. She also remembered how soft the tongue and lips were on her soles and how it drove her crazy. In Santa Selena, it was Darby who got her feet, but she never forgotten how much she truly suffered when La Diabla tickled her feet in her own home. That was the beginning of their rivalry, and she felt that she could be the ultimate winner. She glared right back at her and snarled. “Oh, I remember that. I remember it very well. That’s why you are in the position you are in now. I did discover something nice though. I remember how ticklish your own feet are. It must run in the family…..” she shot back.
La Diabla’s blood started to boil hearing that because she knew what Priscilla was referring to. It was another indicator that her mother suffered under Priscilla and the temptation to pull her gun out and end this once and for all started to be really strong. However, she knew it was just their way of antagonizing one another, and she had to remain calm for her mother’s sake. She looked at Rocio again who had fear written all over her face and smiled. She could take out her aggression on this woman. She started to tell herself that Rocio’s feet were Priscilla’s. “You hear that? Now, you are really going to suffer…..” she warned.
Rocio’s heart nearly stopped when she heard that ominous threat. She heard the back and forth between the blond woman and this woman in black. It appeared they hated each other and she had to suffer because of it. She looked at her feet and could see how naked each one was. Fear really set in because she knew how ticklish her feet were. She saw the outlaw’s hands going near her right foot and she panicked. “No!!! Please don’t!!!! I won’t be able to handle it!! DON’T!!!” she screamed, then started to wiggle her foot around, hoping to avoid being touched.
Veronica heard that exchange between Priscilla and La Diabla and grew concerned. Both women were taunting one another and event though she knew they could kill Priscilla and her associates very easily right now, she knew the outlaw had to remain calm because of her mother. She saw La Diabla now threatening Rocio’s feet and saw her moving towards the right foot, standing next to Gabby. It was time to see some torturous foot tickling and she got ready. She placed her hands on the sides of Rocio’s head to keep it still and to avoid her from banging her head on the table again. She was a little excited because La Diabla was very good at tickling feet.
La Diabla saw the foot moving around and it looked like a fish flopping around in a boat, out of water. She breathed deeply and exhaled. It was time to take out her frustrations on Rocio and she reached forward with her left hand and placed it on the top of the wiggling foot to keep it still. She could feel the foot straining to get itself free, and she looked at the bottom of the foot. It did look tender, and she wanted to find all the ticklish spots. She thought back to Priscilla’s long, big feet and tried to remember her weak spots. She took the tips of her index and middle fingers and did a simple stroke in the arch area and was pleased with the response. The foot immediately started to try and move, and she held still. She did a few more strokes and now she started to hear that laughter. It got her excited because this foot was very responsive to touch. She loved the feeling of the skin. It was tender, even though there were some tougher spots. This woman probably went barefoot a lot. She moved her fingers towards the heel and at the top of the heel, the skin was tougher. Not very calloused but had some wear on it. She then moved her fingers from the heel, into the arch and then on the ball of the foot. The skin on the ball of the foot was also tougher but still had tenderness to it. She wanted to examine the foot, to see what she was working with. When her fingers went to the base of the toes, the toes curled tightly, and she heard a shriek. That made her smile because she knew where the most sensitive area was now. “Ticklish?” she asked teasingly.
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOO!!!! DON’T!!!!” Rocio screamed into her gag as she felt those fingers touching the bottom of her foot. She could feel them in her arch, then they moved to her heel. That drove her crazy and when the fingers moved from her heel, into her arch, and lingered on the ball of her foot, she went nuts. The sensations tearing through her body were quite powerful and she knew she was in trouble. Then she felt the fingers near her toes and that sent a very intense ticklish sensation throughout her body. She knew her toes were ticklish, but everything seemed much worse because she was captive and had no chance of escape. She tried to lift her head, but she felt those hands holding her head still. She looked up and saw Veronica’s smiling face. She knew her worst nightmare was beginning, and she prayed she could survive this moment.
“OOOOOHH!!! She seems very ticklish on her feet! Hehehe” Gabby teased. She loved the spectacle that was happening and wanted to see more. She personally loved to tickle feet, but she knew her friend was very good at it as well. La Diabla knew how to play with a woman’s feet and knew Rocio was really going to suffer. She also heard that exchange between La Diabla and Priscilla. It was fun to hear that Priscilla’s feet were very ticklish, but she also knew how ticklish the outlaw’s feet were since she got her hands on them too. She still could not believe they were all in this position and wondered how they were going to succeed in destroying Priscilla and her friends and rescue La Diabla’s mother. She tried to imagine what Isabel looked like, and that once this was all over, she was actually going to meet her. She looked over at Priscilla again and saw she had a wry smile on her face. Gabby’s own anger started to fill her body, and she prayed she could get an opportunity to perhaps dish out some tickling revenge on that woman before she was ended. That same woman was responsible for Veronica suffering, and that was unforgivable. She looked back towards that trapped right foot and saw how La Diabla’s fingers were moving. She could only see the top part of the foot, with the outlaw’s left hand covering the top, but could see most of the toes peeking out from on top of the hand. That made her smile and now the sounds of that screaming laughter filled her with excitement.
“Yes!!! This IS a ticklish foot! I like how much she reacts to me. Her feet are not bad. Not perfect because the skin is a little tough in some areas, but overall, a really nice foot. You hear that, Rocio? I like your feet! I think we are going to have a LOT of fun with these feet of yours. Does this tickle?” La Diabla teased, then moved her fingers near the instep of the foot. She felt a strong surge of power from the foot trying to get itself free, but she held onto it and worked on that instep.
Rocio felt that touch on her instep and it tickled far more than she knew how ticklish it was. She didn’t get her feet tickled for very long. Now her foot was being held and those fingers kept touching her. She tried to arch her back and pull her foot free, but she was tied down and there was no escape. She closed her eyes for a moment and absorbed the very strong ticklish sensations tearing through her body. The earlier tickling drove her wild, but this seemed worse. The way the fingers moved on her instep started to break her down and then they went right back to the middle of her arch. She heard the insult about the tough skin on her feet and she knew about it. She knew by walking barefoot around her home and also wearing old shoes sometimes would do that to her skin, but she was too busy to make sure her feet were in top shape. She didn’t really think about it until now, and these women were making fun of her. This all played in her mind, and she really felt sad. She was laughing hysterically into her gag, but her emotions really started to get to her. The sense of doom washed over her and that made everything she was feeling much worse.
Priscilla watched as she saw the foot tickling that was taking place. She did enjoy listening to the screams and truly enjoyed knowing Rocio had ticklish feet. She wanted to make sure that once Rocio was relocated at the facility in the United States, her feet and body could be tickled constantly. She remembered that the sex slaves had to be tickled a few times to make sure they understand their fate. She heard that the skin was a little tough on the bottom of the foot and that made her wonder if the caretakers of these slaves should perform extra care. She could still see Rocio’s very vulnerable pussy and that pubic hair. She looked forward to seeing that shaved off and that made her go through a mental checklist of things the slaves had to endure before they were sold. She chuckled to herself when she heard another loud squeal coming from Rocio. “Hehehe she sure is ticklish.” she said aloud.
La Diabla continued to find those sensitive spots on the foot, and she focused on the spot where the ball of the foot met the instep on that inside edge of the foot. That seemed to really drive some torturous laughter from Rocio, and she knew she had to make her suffer. The foot was still straining in her grasp, but she had full control of the foot. She moved her fingers back into the arch and it was time to be more aggressive with the foot tickling. She then formed her fingers into a “claw” and placed the tips of her nails on that tender skin. She paused for a moment because she wanted Rocio to hear her words. She waited patiently as Rocio was trying to catch her breath. She had some very cute giggles going on, and she could hear the exhaustion in the voice. She waited a few moments, then looked at Veronica. “Hey, lift her head towards me. I want to tell her something.” she instructed.
Veronica smiled when she heard La Diabla telling her to lift the head. She knew something entertaining was about to happen because she knew how devious her friend was when it came to tickle torture. She then lifted Rocio’s head up and forced it in the direction to get a clear look at La Diabla. “Listen up, this is important!” she told her.
Rocio felt grateful that the tickling stopped on her foot. Those fingers were truly driving her crazy and finding spots that were very sensitive. She felt her lungs burning again and she wanted to just breathe for a moment. The stocking inside her mouth made it a little more difficult, and because it was getting moist in her mouth, it was very effective in preventing her from screaming to the outside world to come rescue her. She then felt her head being lifted up and now she could see La Diabla at her right foot and holding it still. She could see the tips of her toes peeking out from the hand and then her eyes went towards the outlaw’s face. She could see that devious smile and fear really started to take hold. Her heart was racing, and she could feel some beads of sweat on her face. She also felt those fingers touching the sole of her foot, but they weren’t moving. This only made her very nervous and wondered what was about to happen. “Please….let me go…please don’t tickle my feet anymore…” she whimpered in the gag.
“Awww….poor Rocio. You know, you got some really ticklish feet. I am actually enjoying this. To let you in on a secret, I really love to play with a woman’s feet. They are always so responsive to my touch. It is one of the worst weaknesses we have. Ticklish feet. I bet you woke up this morning and did not expect to see three beautiful ladies, and three very ugly ones, trapping you, stripping you completely naked and tickling you all over. I bet you wish this was a nightmare. Well, this is a nightmare. You will suffer. You are in………TICKLE HELL!!!!!” La Diabla shouted, then started to scurry her nails in the arch. She felt her nails scraping the tender skin of the arch and loved the reaction she got. She saw Veronica having to hold the head still because Rocio started to thrash in her body in a limited capacity but was still moving around. She knew this would make Rocio suffer and she was delighted.
Rocio felt those nails on her arch and for a moment, time stood still. She was paralyzed with shock from the sheer intensity of the ticklish sensations and then exploded in hysterical laughter. Those nails skittered over her delicate skin, and she had no idea how she was even alive. Her eyes were bugging out and she couldn’t even move her head. All she could feel at the moment were those nails and it truly drove her crazy. “AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP THAT!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I CAN’T HAHAHAHAHAHAHA I CAN’T!!!” she screamed into her gag.
“You can, and you will! Laugh, Rocio. Just….laugh.” La Diabla said in a very cold tone. She wanted to dish out the worst ticklish feelings she could generate. Her mind was thinking this was Priscilla’s foot and it was time to truly torture her. To get all of that emotional distress out of her by tickling this foot with no mercy at all. She learned all the weak spots on the foot and was going to go after all of them. The arch was the most responsive, so she focused on it. She moved her nails around in a haphazard manner, trying to illicit every horrible ticklish feeling possible. She heard that scream and within her, she loved it. She felt a sense of anger. She felt a sense of vengeance. Poor Rocio was going to have to suffer because of everything that led to this moment.
Priscilla grinned when she heard that maniacal laughter. She looked at those fingers moving around so quickly against the bottom of that foot. That was the La Diabla she knew. That was the same outlaw that did that to her and made her suffer. Now, she was in control of her. Now, the outlaw was a weapon she could use. The muffled, yet still very loud, laughter coming from Rocio gave her a chill throughout her body. She saw the body convulsing. She saw how Veronica had to hold the head still. She looked over at Gabby who had a look of anger and yet, delight on her face. This was a proud moment for her because she finally had control over her worst enemy. “This is wonderful…..” she thought to herself.
Rocio could not believe she was still conscious as those nails were now going after the ball of her feet. Her foot was held still, and it was completely vulnerable to those nails. She tried her best to move her head, but it was no use. She could feel her body starting to tire and become limp. She was starting to surrender to the feelings, and she grew very afraid. They were trying to torture her, and they were doing a good job of it. The feeling of submissiveness washed over because in order for this to all stop, they had to show mercy, and she couldn’t do anything about it. She continued to laugh profusely and now tears started to fall from her eyes. She wished she could just pass out, but those nails kept finding spots on her feet that made her squeal. Then she felt the nails touching her toes. That sent a tidal wave of ticklish energy throughout her body, and she screamed in laughter from the depths of her soul.
La Diabla heard that hysterical screaming and she smiled. Her nails had found the undersides of the toes, and she went after them. The toes were trying to curl, but her nails remained there, touching that very delicate skin. She looked at the toes as she was tickling and felt herself going into a zone. She wanted this woman to suffer. She wanted to make sure she never forgot this moment and being in the wrong place, at the wrong time, with the wrong attitude. It made it a little easier for her to do this to this woman because of how she treated someone else. She had a hard time trying to justify doing this to an innocent woman, but Veronica’s suggestion of going after a woman that wasn’t nice, helped. She placed her nails right at the crevices of the toes, where they connected to the ball of the foot and wiggled them. That made the entire right leg shake and she smiled. “Oooh!!! Just when you thought it was over, I found ANOTHER ticklish spot! You are going to SUFFER!!! You are going to suffer forever!!!” she yelled out.
Gabby looked over at La Diabla and saw that gleam in her eyes. She loved the way the tickle attack was going and knew the outlaw was getting really into it. But she could also sense the emotional pain in her and knew Rocio was probably just something to take frustrations out on. She wanted to do the same. She wanted to tickle Rocio as well, just to make her suffer for being such a terrible person to the vendor, but also because of everything she went through with Priscilla. She looked over at Veronica who had a smile on her face while holding Rocio’s head. She loved that woman so much and knowing this same kind of torture happened to her made her want to get her emotional frustrations out as well. She then looked towards Pilar and knew that she was the main one who touched Veronica. The way Veronica described what happened, she knew Pilar was the main culprit. Gabby wanted to return the favor and torture her, but she couldn’t. Her eyes then went back to Rocio’s body and saw how much this woman was suffering. The large breasts were swaying, and she wished she could play with them. She knew they would eventually play with Rocio sexually, and hoped Priscilla would let her help with that.
Rocio started to feel a crushing sadness within her body as her toes were being tickled. The feelings were so overwhelming, and she could not hold back her emotions anymore. Tears flowed freely and she started to cry amongst her laughter. She couldn’t help but laugh, but she was emotionally devastated. These women truly started to break her will and she was very afraid. They wanted her to be a sex slave, and it appeared that was going to be her future. She didn’t want it to happen, but she knew she had no choice. Those fingers in her toes truly made her want to surrender because her body just could not take it anymore. She tried to beg, but she just could not stop laughing. She looked at Veronica’s face with her tear-soaked eyes and saw some happiness on it. They loved watching her suffer and that made her cry harder. Then she felt the toe tickling stop and she let all of her emotions come out as she felt some physical relief. “Why???? Why????? Please…sob stop doing this sob to me. I’m sorry! I’m sob sorry!!” she cried.
La Diabla heard those cries, and she shrugged them off. She wanted to break Rocio so she could stop doing Priscilla’s bidding at the moment. Even though she didn’t care for Rocio one way or another, she wasn’t too happy she was forced into doing this. She stopped the toe tickling and when she heard those very sad cries, she had mixed emotions. Rocio didn’t do anything to her directly, but this was a job she had to do. She glared at Priscilla for a moment, then made her way over to the left foot. It was time to make that foot suffer and then finish the woman off. The way Rocio was crying, she knew she was a broken soul at this point, but she had to finish her. She placed the palm of her right hand on top of that left foot and prepared the fingers on her left hand to begin tickling that helpless foot. “Breathe, Rocio. Breathe.” she told her.
Rocio heard those words and even though she was crying, she tried her best to breathe. She felt like she had to go into survival mode and do whatever these women wanted. Perhaps they would see how distressed she was and would show her some mercy. She gasped when she felt her left foot being grabbed and fear started to rise within her again. She knew that foot was about to be tickled and that made her cry harder. “Nooooooo sob…..nooooo…leave me alone. Please sob leave me alone.” she cried under her gag.
“Sorry, not yet. We are not going to leave you alone. This is your new life. In fact, you may prefer having your feet tickled compared to what will happen to you as a sex slave. Now, I know your right foot was very ticklish, how about this one?” La Diabla teased, then started to lightly stroke her fingertips against the bottom of the left foot. She felt the foot flinching and she held onto it tightly. She loved how her fingers would glide over the heel of the foot, and then into that arch. That arch always seemed to get some really good giggles from Rocio, and she let them linger there for a moment. She knew the victim was an emotional wreck right now and she had to continue to make her suffer. She moved the fingers across the ball of the foot and the foot kept twitching. She started to hear those sad cries slowing down, and small giggles started to come out. She loved how ticklish Rocio was and now it was time to drive this woman absolutely nuts. She then drummed her fingertips across the undersides of the toes and that produced a steady stream of giggles. She looked over at Gabby and Veronica and gave them a small smile. She wondered how they were feeling and hoped they were ok with all of this.
Veronica held onto the head of Rocio firmly and started to have mixed feelings. She didn’t usually care about a victim because she and her lover would torture plenty of women before robbing them of their valuables and their dignity. This was different because they were essentially forced to do this to someone else. Those cries sounded devastating and could only imagine what Rocio must have felt. It also made her feel strong feelings because she was once a captive of them, and she could have been turned into a sex slave herself. She could see the small smile forming on Rocio’s face because the tickling started to happen again. That made her feel a little better because she could hear that laughter once again.
Rocio felt those fingers on the sole of her left foot, and she couldn’t help but laugh. Her body felt so sensitive at the moment and the tickling touch was becoming very strong. She wondered if this nightmare would ever end. She knew they could hear her crying, but it didn’t even affect them at all. That truly frightened her because it meant they did not care about her well-being, and she was doomed to service others with her body sexually. Then she felt the fingers starting to become firmer into her foot and the intense ticklish sensations started to return. That forced her to start laughing once again and she panicked. “HEHEHEHEHEHEHE NO!!! DON’T TICKLE ME!!! HEHEHEHE STOP IT PLEASE!!!” she yelled into her gag.
La Diabla felt a surge of power in her body. She was getting anxious because she knew Priscilla was watching. She decided that she would make poor Rocio suffer and hoped it would send a subliminal message to Priscilla that it could happen to her as well. She formed her fingers into a claw again, and it was time to completely destroy Rocio. She then looked over at Priscilla and smirked. She wanted to show her that she was still very dangerous and this could her fate. She paused her fingers for a moment, then with an evil smirk, she then started to rake her nails against the bottom of that foot. Starting at the heel and slowly dragging the tips of her nails right into the arch. Once it got to the arch, she slowly moved them towards the instep and then back to the middle of the foot and against the ball of the foot. The skin on the ball of the foot was a little tougher, so she pressed into the flesh just a little harder and loved the reaction Rocio gave her. She heard that explosive laughter once again and it sent a chill down her own spine. She was happy that Rocio was gagged, but it was still very loud. La Diabla raked her nails up and down the sole, all the while looking at Priscilla. She wanted to make sure she showed that woman just how capable she was and wanted revenge.
Priscilla saw the glare from La Diabla, and she felt it. She knew what the outlaw was doing. She knew a message was being sent directly to her. She felt some anger, but she also respected it. They were two fierce rivals which made her being in control of La Diabla even sweeter. She knew even with all the glares and insults hurling her way from La Diabla, she still held all the cards. She knew that having Isabel would always give her that power over that woman. She heard Rocio’s frantic laughter and enjoyed it. She knew with all the anger within La Diabla’s body, many sex slaves were going to suffer. She started to have a wry smile on her face, and she wanted to let La Diabla know that she was still in control.
Rocio didn’t know what else to do. The tickling was really hammering through her body, and she felt incredibly desperate. She looked at Veronica’s face once again and she tried to let her know that she was suffering and wanted mercy. She felt her lungs burning and her body temperature spiked. She tried to move her arms and legs, but it was no use. Then she felt the fingers slipping onto her toes and that really made her panic. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOO!!! PLEASE!!!! PLEEEEEEEAAASSSSEEEEEE!!! MERCY!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she screamed.
Veronica looked at the desperate look on Rocio’s face and knew she was done for. There was no way this woman would be able to survive this kind of assault on her ticklish body and survive. She could see the fire in her eyes starting to dim. She could also see the body starting to go limp and knowing that she was breaking. It was fascinating to see her breakdown so quickly but remembered some of the robbery victims doing the same. Tickle torture was far more powerful than people realized and making a woman submit physically from it gave her such a thrill. She wondered what would happen next and knew poor Rocio was doomed forever.
La Diabla loved moving her fingers between the toes and felt the foot starting to go limp. She knew the body was starting to quit, and she could also hear that screaming laughter falling into silent laughter mode. She wanted to keep tickling until Rocio couldn’t even move her body. Her nails scraped alongside the toe stems, and she saw the body go completely limp and the eyes started to close. She pulled her fingers out of the crevices and smiled evilly. She looked over at Priscilla and glared. “Ok….she is broken now.” she told her.
Priscilla smiled as she heard those words. She was impressed with La Diabla’s skills and knew this trafficking ring was going to be a success. She looked at both Pilar and Maria and saw them so excited. She could hear the wheezing and whimpering coming from Rocio and knew the woman was indeed broken. Now it was time to needle the outlaw a little to keep her focus and understanding of who was in control. “You did well. Not quite up to Helga’s standards, but still a very good job. You do realize you are not done with her, right?” she told her.
La Diabla felt anger in her body hearing that response. She knew Priscilla was going to try and make her life miserable. She didn’t like the comparison to Helga, but she knew that was Priscilla’s way of trying to get under her skin. She wondered what she had to do to poor Rocio next. “What do you want me to do to her now? She is finished. Listen to her. She will never be the same.” she answered.
“She hasn’t had her orgasm yet. You know how I do things. Hell, it is what you do too! Make that bitch cum!” Priscilla ordered. She knew that her and La Diabla’s styles were very alike. She wanted to sexually conquer her victims and so did the outlaw. She wanted to see Rocio lose her mind and get sexually ravished. She was going to be a sex slave after all, so she might as well show them what she got. She wanted to be able to tell prospective buyers what kind of sexual animal they would get.
La Diabla took a deep breath and then exhaled. She wondered if the sexual aspect of the torture had to take place as well. She always did it to her victims and knew Priscilla did the same. She looked over at Rocio and could hear her soft cries. She knew what had to be done and looked right back at Priscilla. “Do you mind if my friends help with this? You will get a show.” she asked.
Priscilla giggled a little and nodded her head. She knew La Diabla was probably struggling with the idea of the sexual aspect and she really wanted to see it happen. She figured that since Pilar and Maria would be working together to destroy the sex slaves as well, a group attack would be fun to see. She looked at both Gabby and Veronica and wondered how they would do. She was still wondering what she wanted to do with the two of them in this entire escapade. “Sure, but you better impress me.” she told them.
La Diabla looked at both Gabby and Veronica and had a sad look. She knew they had to put Rocio through some embarrassing moments, and she needed their help. “Hey, let’s get this job done. Gabby, you can have her feet. Vero, you can play with her tits. I will take care of the rest. I appreciate you both….” she told them.
Gabby heard the instruction, and she felt that urge to help La Diabla. She absolutely loved playing with a woman’s feet, so it wouldn’t be too hard for her to do, but she also knew they were putting on a show for the evil blond woman watching. That bothered her because when they did go after a victim, it was for their enjoyment, not someone else’s. Now, she had to do a good job because someone close to her friend was in danger if they didn’t. She moved towards that right foot and saw it just resting there, looking completely vulnerable. It was a nice-looking foot and she stared at the sole and then the toes. “Ok, let’s get it done. Let’s try to have a good time with this. Let’s make her cum her brains out.” she told her group.
Veronica nodded her head and moved herself towards Rocio’s left side and stood by her chest. She saw that left breast and it did look nice. She looked at La Diabla who made her way to the right side of Rocio’s body and was now by the pelvis. She looked at her face and could tell it was one that was focused on getting the job done. She took a deep breath herself and then stared at that nipple. She knew she had to get the body excited so when the pussy play happened, it would send poor Rocio over the edge. “Ok, I am ready.”
La Diabla truly appreciated her friends for helping her. It was still a very strange situation. This was something they did plenty of times. This moment was just very different. She looked towards Gabby and nodded her head. “You may begin….” she told her in a soft voice.
Gabby placed her hands on the top of the foot and stared at that tanned skin sole. The foot was barely moving after the vicious foot tickling that took place and now, she could help soothe it. She leaned her head forward and could see that skin close up. She took a sniff of the foot, and it smelled a little smelly, but nothing to stop her from enjoying it. She then planted her lips right on the ball of the foot and gave it a soft kiss. She felt some excitement in her body as she kissed that skin. She liked it, then kissed the foot again. “Mmmm….your foot is nice….” she said in a soft voice.
Rocio felt her foot being touched again and she wondered if the tickling was returning. Her heart raced a little, but then she felt a strange sensation. She felt something very soft and a bit moist on the ball of her right foot. She didn’t know what it was, but it did not tickle her. She felt it a few more times and she started to recognize what it was. They were kissing her foot! She then turned her head to the left and saw Veronica. She was leering at her chest, and she wondered what they were going to do to her next. The soft kisses on her foot did feel very nice, and she had no idea what was about to happen next. “W-What are you going to d-do to me?” she asked.
La Diabla made her way from the pelvis area and got closer to Rocio’s head on the right side. She started to run her fingers through the hair and saw the head turn towards her. She could see that look of confusion and fear and it was time to control this woman’s mind. Even though this torture was under duress, there was still that certain thrill of doing it. “We are going to do really good things to you now. I think you deserve to feel really good. We were mean to you, weren’t we?” she asked softly.
Rocio was so confused by the change in demeanor of the outlaw. It was just moments ago that they were tickling her well beyond her limits. Now, they were being nice to her, even kissing her foot. Her mind was confused, but her body enjoyed it. It felt soothing that she was not being tickled at the moment, and those kisses really felt nice. She felt the kisses on her arch now and it sent a few tingles throughout her body. She looked at La Diabla’s face and it had such a calm and sweet look to it. She heard that question and she felt compelled to answer. “Y-Yes….you were m-mean to me.” she murmured.
“I know! But that blond bitch over there made us do it. Right now, we are going to make you feel really good. I bet you love those kisses on your feet, don’t you? Well, just wait until we show you what else we can do to your body.” La Diabla teased. She then looked up at Veronica and nodded her head.
Veronica saw the head nod and knew it was her turn to give Rocio some pleasure. She really did like it when La Diabla sexually teased victims. She was so good at it and listening to her right now turned her on. She loved how sultry she could be and then the memory of the threesome she had with Gabby and La Diabla came into her head. That was such a great moment between all of them. It was a memory that would stay with her forever. She then looked down at the helpless left breast and used the tips of her fingertips on the right hand to caress the top of the mound. She knew the undersides of the breasts were very ticklish, so she focused on the tops of them. She saw Rocio’s head snap towards her and saw that look of surprise. “Feels good, doesn’t it?’ she said softly.
Rocio was stunned when she felt the top of her left breasts being touched. The soft touch felt nice, but she was in shock. She looked at Veronica’s face, which had this warm smile on it and very pleasant. Her mind was spinning trying to figure out why they were suddenly so nice to her. Her body loved it because any soothing touch was far better than the tickle touch. She felt her nipples starting to swell, and that shocked her. She had no idea why her body would be starting to get turned on, especially after these same women tortured her. “W-Why are you t-touching my breast?” she asked.
“Because….you deserve to feel good after what we did to you. We can tickle you instead if you want….” Veronica told her in a teasing voice. She loved that confused look on Rocio’s face and noticed the nipples were getting very stiff. It looked like they would be able to sexually conquer Rocio without too much trouble.
Rocio heard the tickling threat, and she shuddered. She went through a horrendous ordeal and definitely did not want to be tickled again. She wondered how far they would touch her. Kissing her foot was one thing, but touching her breast was another. She knew she was completely naked and wondered if these women were going to touch her sexually. That got her a little concerned because she just wanted to go home. She did not want any more of this moment. Then she felt something soft and wet sliding against the bottom of her foot. She lifted her head and saw Gabby’s face by her foot. She then realized what was happening. Gabby was licking her foot! “S-She’s licking my f-foot!” she called out under her gag.
“Yes, she is licking your foot. I bet it feels really good. It is ok, Rocio. You can enjoy her licking your foot. You can enjoy her touching your breasts. Very soon, I am going to touch you in some wonderful places….” La Diabla said in a seductive voice. She wanted to get Rocio to get aroused, so they could dominate her sexually. She leaned her head closer to Rocio’s and gently blew her breath across the right side of the neck. She saw the head turning towards her and saw those confused eyes. She loved doing this to a woman and wondered how her victim would react to this type of play. “Feels good, right?” she asked softly.
Rocio felt that warm breath on her neck and she felt a major tingle throughout her body. Whenever someone played with her neck, it always turned her on. It was a weak spot for her sexually. She started to feel really nervous, and her heart started to beat much faster. She recognized what they were trying to do to her now, and that petrified her. They were trying to torment her sexually and she didn’t know how she would react. The licking on her foot felt amazing, and the breast play sent shivers in her body. The neck blowing was weakening her, and she wondered why she just could not resist. They were trying to torment her, and her body was letting it happen. “Please don’t do this to me….” she whimpered.
“We are going to do it to you. Hehehe It is ok, sweetie. Just enjoy. You are going to feel really good. I promise….” La Diabla told her, then kissed the neck gently. She figured it was time to push Rocio over the edge and then she could deal with Priscilla and whatever other crazy idea she had. She did a few kisses and now she heard some moans. That made her smile because no matter how much her victims laughed in ticklish terror, when it came to the sensual play, they always succumbed to her. She then looked over at Veronica and winked.
Veronica loved how sexy La Diabla’s voice could be. She loved how it sounded, and it even got her turned on a little. She still could not believe that she actually had sex with her a few nights ago and now here they were, trying to seduce another woman. She then started to rub the palm of her hand over the nipple and could feel how stiff it was. That was something she enjoyed learning from the outlaw. After tickle torture, a woman’s body would crave this type of touch a lot more. She carefully rubbed that nipple and wanted to make sure she drove out very intense sexual feelings, so they could force her to orgasm.
Gabby continued to lick the bottom of the foot, and she loved it. She loved the way her tongue slid over that skin and could hear soft moans coming from Rocio. She saw the toes wiggling a little, which let her know this was a pleasurable feeling. Her eyes did manage to see Veronica playing with the left nipple. She loved how her lover played with it. She knew how it felt because she loved it when Veronica played with hers. She then started to kiss the foot again and hoped they could push this woman over the edge.
Priscilla watched the three outlaws starting to play with Rocio’s body and it did look rather nice. She saw the way Gabby was licking the foot and saw how Veronica played with that nipple. She would never admit it, but the way La Diabla could sexually turn on a woman was amazing. She knew that firsthand when the outlaw tormented her. She knew how to get her body aroused and she knew Rocio didn’t stand a chance. She saw the other two outlaws and presumed they learned those same skills from La Diabla. She wondered how long it would take for Rocio to have her orgasm. Once she had it, then her fate was sealed.
Rocio continued to feel those kisses on her foot, and the nipple play. Her nipples were rock hard, and she felt wetness between her legs. She wanted to resist. She wanted to fight these women, but her body was surrendering to the pleasure. She felt incredibly sad but also felt so good. She wondered if her body would have an orgasm. She closed her eyes and absorbed the pleasure. She then felt another strong surge of sexual pleasure when she felt her right nipple being played with. She felt a little guilty because she did prefer to have sexual interactions with men. These women were making her feel things that her male lovers did not do for her. They would touch her nipples, but they did it clumsily. These women seemed to know how to touch her. Her body really loved what was happening and then she felt another strong surge of pleasure when she felt her toes go inside something very warm. She looked down at her foot and saw that Gabby was now sucking her toes. It felt absolutely incredible. She never had them inside a mouth before and it overwhelmed her with pleasure. “Mmmmm…..mmmmm…..ooooh…” she moaned.
La Diabla looked over at Gabby and saw how she was sucking on those toes. She knew how talented Gabby was at doing that and knew Rocio was going to go over the edge. She figured this was the time for her to make her move now. It was time to start playing with the vagina and get this woman to cum her brains out. She wanted to get this assignment over with and try to get her mother back. She made her way to the hip area and looked down at that exposed pussy. She started to smell the scent of lust, and it excited her. She looked at the pussy lips and planned to touch them, then play with the clit. The way Rocio surrendered so quickly to the tickling, she was sure she was going to cum very quickly. Then she heard someone clearing her throat and looked towards Priscilla. She could see her staring right at her and wondered what the woman wanted. “Yes?” she asked.
“I should have you call me Mistress, but that will come later. Aren’t you forgetting something?” Priscilla asked. She saw La Diabla preparing to play with the helpless pussy and had to remind her of something she had to do.
“What am I forgetting? I am about to make this woman cum her brains out. Isn’t that what you wanted?” La Diabla retorted. She had no idea what Priscilla was referring to, which made her want to finish this assignment even faster. She did not want to keep being under this woman’s thumb.
“You know what I do to the sex slaves. I have a certain trademark. It happened to you too, dummy. Aren’t you going to shave her?” Priscilla with a sly smile. She wanted to have Rocio shaven clean because all her slaves had that trademark. She always loved the look of a shaved pussy and wanted to see what Rocio’s would look like.
La Diabla sighed when she heard that question. She did remember when her own pussy was shaved in Santa Selena. It was a humbling and humiliating experience for her, and she knew it would probably devastate Rocio as well. She knew she had no choice and sighed again. “Fine, you got the cream and razor?” she asked.
“Why yes, I do! Maria, can you kindly give those items over to the bitch? Let’s see how well her shaving skills are.” Priscilla instructed. She clapped her hands because she wanted to see the outlaw destroy poor Rocio and embarrass her. She watched as Maria went over to La Diabla and handed her the grooming items. She watched with great anticipation and looked forward to this moment.
La Diabla took the jar of shaving cream and the razor and looked back at Priscilla. She hated that woman smiling the entire time. It was aggravating to her she was even in this position. She looked down at that exposed pussy and figured it was time to lather those hairs up, so she could shave them clean. She opened the jar up and took a clump of it with her fingers and then dropped the substance onto the groin area. She then started to massage it into the hair and over the groin and she heard some more whimpers coming out from the victim.
Rocio felt something on her groin, and she was stunned. She looked up and saw what appeared to be shaving cream being dropped on her most personal spot on her body. She wondered what was happening and even though her nipples were played with, and her toes were being sucked, she wondered why there was shaving cream on her mound. “W-What are you doing?” she asked with fear.
La Diabla heard that question and she could see the fear. She knew what exactly was going through Rocio’s mind and knew she was going to have great humiliation. This was something she also liked to do. She loved to shave her victims. There was something powerful about shaving a woman. She loved the effect it had on their psyche. She remembered when she even did it to Darby when they were rivals. Now, she was doing it again and this time, it was to help save the life of her mother. She smiled at Rocio and knew the poor woman was doomed. “I am going to shave you. Let’s see what you look like….” she told her.
Rocio’s could not believe what she just heard. The woman just told her that she was about to be shaved of her pubic hairs. Her emotions started to roll because that would be an embarrassing moment. She was tied down, stripped naked, tickled and teased all over her body, and now, they were going to shave her womanhood. She looked at La Diabla with pleading eyes and hoped she did not mean what she said. “S-Shave me? Please don’t shave me!” she begged.
La Diabla heard that begging and she ignored it. It was time to go to work and shave this woman’s pussy. She continued to lather the hair up and prepared to shave them off. She could hear the begging and pleading and she had to maintain her focus. She started to hear the emotions in those begging words, and she picked up the razor. She looked over at Rocio and smiled. “Now, if I were you, I would be very, very still. I know you don’t want me to cut you down there, right?” she warned.
Rocio froze in place when she heard those words. She saw that razor and her heart nearly stopped. She watched in terror as it got closer to her most special place, and she held her breath. She watched as the blade glided across her mound and she saw the cream coming off. She was in disbelief seeing the bare skin and it was actually happening. For the first time in her life since puberty, she was going to be barren on her womanhood. “You’re shaving me…..I can’t believe you’re shaving me…” she whimpered.
La Diabla heard the whimpering, and she knew Rocio was now about to go through a lot of mental anguish. She focused on shaving those hairs and watched as the blade continued to scrape off the cream and the hair. She made sure she was very careful and saw clump after clump of hair getting removed. She could already see how smooth the skin was and wanted to enjoy inflicting a lot of tickling and teasing on this woman. She looked over at Gabby and she paused her toe sucking, and Veronica paused her nipple play. They were both watching her shave the mound and could tell it was a little exciting to them. Her eyes then went back to the mound and soon, all the hair was removed. She appreciated Rocio lying there very still, so she wouldn’t get cut and blade could do its work in the very intimate areas. She looked over at Priscilla and could see just how much she loved what she saw. “Got a towel or something?” she asked.
Priscilla heard the request and nudged Maria to deliver a towel so the pussy could be cleaned off. She watched as La Diabla finished wiping everything away and she walked closer. She wanted to get a good look at the pussy herself. She now stood at the foot of the table, right next to Gabby and she gazed at the area between Rocio’s legs. She really liked what she saw and felt her own nipples starting to throb. “Very good! You shaved her clean! Hehehe She has a pretty pussy. Yes, a very pretty pussy. Rocio? Oh, Rocio? Look this way darling.” she requested in a teasing voice.
Rocio felt incredible shame as her pubic hair was all shaved off. This was such a humiliating moment because another woman touched her most intimate area and shaved her clean. She didn’t know what to think anymore. These women were truly dominating her in a manner she never imagined. They had control of her body and knowing that she surrendered to them really broke her heart. She heard another voice calling out to her and she looked towards the foot of the table. She saw the tall blond woman now standing at the table and she had the most sadistic looking smile out of all of them. She thought the woman was pretty, and the blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She knew her and the woman who shaved her weren’t friends and wondered what she wanted. “Help me…..what do you want from me?” she asked.
“Hehehe I am really enjoying this. Now, my employees are going to make you feel good. That is great news! Once they are done, I will have some special news for you. So, enjoy!” Priscilla teased. She felt really excited to be a part of the mind games and wanted to keep up that pressure on her. She looked at La Diabla and grinned. “Now, do what you do best. Make that bitch cum her brains out….” she instructed and then walked back to where Pilar and Maria were.
La Diabla was surprised that Priscilla came to the table after she finished shaving Rocio. She saw her taunting the poor victim and she recoiled when she and her friends were called “employees”. She absolutely hated that woman and working for her was infuriating. She shook off that thought and looked at the pussy. It was now time to play with it and she had to keep her mind right. She could see how nice the area looked shaven and she was happy with her work. She then took the fingertips of her right hand and started to lightly flutter them on the inside part of the thigh, very close to the groin. She felt a nice ticklish reaction and that brought a smile to her face. She looked at both Gabby and Veronica and gave them a look so they could go back to their sexual stimulation. It was time to finish this session and then focus on whatever else the woman from Ciudad Zopilote wanted. “Someone’s a bit ticklish. Hehehe” she giggled.
Rocio felt those fingers tickling her thighs and it really tickled her. She was not expecting that touch, and she started to giggle in her gag. She was still in shock that her pussy was shaven, and fingers were so close to it. She had never been touched by a woman before and yet, she still felt some arousal. Then she felt her toes going back inside that warm mouth and a surge of sexual pleasure flowed through her again. Then she gasped when she felt her nipples being played with again. She could see the look on Veronica’s face and could see how happy she looked. Three areas of her body were now being played with and her body loved it. Even the light tickling on her thigh felt good, but her mind knew this was all to embarrass her and destroy her. She let out a ticklish squeal when the fingers started to tickle the left leg. She closed her eyes and tried to think about what was happening to her. She wanted to know why her body loved the touch, but her mind was in turmoil. Rocio felt incredible arousal, but also a sense of dread. The blond woman wanted her to have an orgasm, and she felt like she was being forced into one. Then her eyes went wide open! She felt a gentle touch directly on her vaginal lips and even though the pleasure was incredible, she was in a state of shock. For the first time in her life, a woman touched her womanhood!
La Diabla started to fiddle with the pussy lips and could sense the surprise in Rocio’s body. She could feel how wet she was and knew she was in fact, aroused. She moved her fingers up and down that slit, trying to intensify all the sexual feelings. It was a strange feeling for her. Normally, playing with a victim’s pussy was something she truly enjoyed. She loved the dominion over them and loved forcing women to cum at her hands. She forced Darby to cum when they were rivals. She forced Helga to cum as well as Svetlana. The robbery victims were also forced to orgasm under her touch. This was different. Her own mental state was not in that mode because she didn’t really want to play with this woman. She was forced to. She hoped she could do a good job because her mother’s life was on the line and that kept distracting her. She looked at the pussy she was playing with and had to go into that mode of just tickling and playing with it. The sooner the orgasm, the sooner this situation could end. She then started to play with the clit. She could hear that moan come out and knew she could start the pangs of an orgasm. “Such a pretty pussy. I know this feels really good, Rocio. Really good….” she cooed.
Rocio felt those fingers now playing with her love button and she swooned. Her body loved that feeling and she knew she was done for. Her mind was very conflicted because the sexual stimulation was so very powerful, but she knew this wasn’t right. These women did not love her. They wanted to break her, and it was happening. She wondered if her body was just tired from that tickle torture and now this touch was so much better. She felt her toes getting sucked even harder and that really made her swoon. The nipples were played with, and she loved how it felt. She started to mewl a little and the last remaining mental strength she had was fading fast. Her body wanted to feel this pleasure and started to dominate her mind. The pressure on her clit was really getting to her and now she felt the pangs of an orgasm building. It was like a runaway train, and she felt that pleasure increasing and increasing. Her body longed for this touch. Her body wanted to enjoy the sexual pleasure it was feeling. She closed her eyes and really tried to focus on not having an orgasm because if she did cum, she would have completely surrendered her body to them. “Mmmmmm…..mmmmm……please….” she moaned.
La Diabla could sense Rocio was close to an orgasm. She really did appreciate Gabby and Veronica helping with this situation. It was their handy work that helped get Rocio to this point. She already knew her best effort was not into this, but it was good enough to give Priscilla what she wanted. She looked over at Rocio’s face and could see the look of pleasure on it. She hoped the orgasm was very strong, so at least she could feel very good in the moment before she was sent away as a sex slave. “Come on, Rocio. Just let it go. Give me your cum…..” she told her in a very soft voice.
Rocio heard those words, and the pangs of the orgasm got even stronger. The work on her body was overwhelming her and she was losing control of it. Her body wanted this pleasure. It had already gone through so much and now; the ultimate pleasure was arriving. She felt a tongue snaking between her toes and her nipples were gently squeezed. Now her body was in full sexual mode, and she couldn’t hold back anymore. She heard that seductive voice of La Diabla and could hear that slurping on her foot. Her mind tried to hold back one last time, but it was no use. The orgasm suddenly spilled over, and she let it all go. “MMMMMMMMMMM…..MMMMMMM…… mmmmmmm….” she moaned as the orgasm washed over her.
La Diabla could feel the body having its orgasm and she smiled. She could see the orgasm washing over Rocio’s face and heard her moan. She was happy that Rocio got some pleasure out of all of this. She felt bad for her and then looked over at Priscilla. She could see how turned on she was and had this huge smile on her face. “Got her…..” she told her.
Priscilla witnessed the forced orgasm and loved it. She started to clap her hands with excitement because she forced the great outlaw to do her bidding and get someone prepared for the life of a sex slave. She had a feeling it wasn’t the best effort, but it was effective enough. She walked up to the table again and stared at the helpless body. She looked at the toes on the left foot, then up the leg, saw that moist pussy, and then the stomach, the breasts and then the face. She could tell Rocio was done for and she felt good. She looked at all three outlaws and grinned. “Very good job! Now, I think Pilar and Maria are better, but for your first effort in your new role, you were good. Oh, I cannot wait until I get you torturing these sex slaves every day!” she said with excitement.
La Diabla looked at Priscilla’s joy and hate burned within her. She hated having been told what to do from this woman. She wanted to reach out and choke her right now. She took a deep breath and looked over at Gabby and Veronica. They had a look of peace and she appreciated them. She then turned her attention back to Priscilla and folded her arms. “Now what?” she asked.
“Be patient! Don’t worry, I got instructions for you.” Priscilla said with a grin. She then looked at Rocio and it was time to begin this woman’s fate as a sex slave. She placed her right hand on top of the left foot and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Rocio, oh Rocio? Hi darling, it is me again. Look at me please.” she commanded.
Rocio felt the afterglow of her orgasm and basked in it for a little bit. After that tickle torture, she felt really good at the moment. She still felt humiliated, but the physical pleasure felt nice. She felt something touching her left foot, then she heard that voice. She slowly opened her eyes and saw the blond woman looking right at her. She had a very happy look on her face, and she prayed her entire ordeal was over. “I….I want to go home…..” she whimpered.
“You will go home! Hehehe Just not to the one you live in right now. You will have a NEW home! In fact, you will have a new country! You are going into the United States as a matter of fact. From there, you will stay in a facility and get prepared every day until you are sold. Your life as a sex slave begins…..now!” Priscilla told her. She was really enjoying what was happening and could not wait to ship this innocent woman back to the new facility. She normally wouldn’t celebrate in front of the sex slaves, but since this was the first one since the Santa Selena operation, it was a special moment for her.
Rocio heard those words, and her heart nearly stopped. She was being told she was going to be sent to the United States and become a sex slave. That horrified her and her emotions really started to boil over. “Noooo!!!! Please don’t do that to me!! I don’t want to be a sex slave!!!! NOOOOOOOO!!” she screamed into her gag.
“Too bad. Hehehe Hopefully whoever purchases you will be nice to you. At least you will get to live in a nice home and fed.” Priscilla smirked. She loved the sound of that fear in the voice and then turned towards Pilar and Maria. “Ok ladies let’s prepare her to get shipped tomorrow.” she told them.
Pilar rubbed her hands together and approached the table. She was impressed with the outlaws and what they did to Rocio, but still thought she and Maria were better. She walked over to where La Diabla was and smiled at her. “Good job tonight. Maybe next time, you will get to my level. Hehehe” she bragged.
La Diabla heard those words, and her anger started to rise. This woman told her that her skills were better than hers. She was dumbfounded that anyone would think that way, especially after she made Rocio lose her mind and she didn’t put forth her best effort. She watched as this larger woman was leering over Rocio’s limp body. This was the same woman who had tormented Veronica and had a knife to her mother’s throat. She felt the urge to beat her down, just for the disrespect she gave her, but remained calm. “Believe whatever you want, bitch.” she responded.
“hehehe Ask Veronica about my skills. She will tell you.” Pilar boasted. She felt very confident that she could taunt these outlaws knowing that Isabel’s life was in danger. She winked at Veronica and then looked at Rocio again.
“What? Why, you bitch!!” Gabby said as she heard that insult towards her lover. She got close to Pilar and wanted to beat her down. She still remembered what she did to Veronica, and she was not going to allow her to taunt her.
Priscilla giggled when she saw the two ladies about to square off. She started to like Pilar more and more. She had the makings of an excellent enforcer and looked forward to continuing to work with her. Right now, she knew she had to stop a fight, or all hell would break loose. “Hey! Pilar, just handle business. The rest of you step away from the table so she can get to work on this pathetic bitch.” she instructed.
La Diabla carefully tugged Gabby’s arm and wanted to pull her away. She knew a confrontation with these associates would not help her mother. She already knew Gabby would beat Pilar down, but she had to maintain peace. She also looked at Veronica, who looked like she wanted to fight as well. She couldn’t blame them, but she had to make sure they did not do anything that would endanger her mother. “Come on, let’s just stand over there. We were the ones who broke Rocio. She is just someone that has to clean up the mess.” she tried to joke.
“Yeah, that’s right maid. Clean up our mess and do a good job.” Gabby said, then backed away. She went over to Veronica and knew she was very upset as well. They then joined La Diabla and stood there as they saw Pilar and Maria start to untie Rocio and get her ready for transport.
Priscilla was happy that no confrontation broke out because if it did, she would not be able to stop it. Plus, the outlaws were armed, and her associates were not. She looked over at the group and could see how close they were. She suspected they would take bullets for one another as well. That made her think of her plan for the next day. She wanted to make a slight alteration to it and even figured it was the better option. She approached them and smiled. “Good job, ladies. Now, you are done for the night. Get some rest because I have plans for tomorrow.” she told them.
“Wait! What about my mother? Let her go!” La Diabla responded. She wanted Isabel free and to be done with this nightmare. She really did not want to work for Priscilla and her entire focus was making sure Isabel was going to be ok.
“Hehehe I am not done with you yet. Besides, sweet Isabel is my way of paying you. Her life for your deeds.” Priscilla responded. She then looked at the other two women and knew they wanted to kill her as well. She then focused her eyes right back on the outlaw and had a wry smile on her face. “Now tomorrow, I want you to come back here at 11am sharp. You are going to go to the United States with Pilar and Maria to drop off Rocio. From there, you will be at my new facility, and you will handle any slaves that come in. You are my new Helga, remember? Hahaha” Priscilla told her. She knew she had La Diabla right where she wanted and couldn’t wait to send her on her way. As long as she was free around her, even with the threat of her mother’s life ending, the outlaw was still very dangerous and could not be trusted.
“What? I can’t go to the United States and be around a sex trafficking ring! I am a wanted woman, remember?” La Diabla responded with surprise. She did not want to risk getting captured for simply being who she was. If she was caught around a sex trafficking ring, it would be even worse.
“Don’t get caught. Problem solved. Besides, we both know you have no issues with being there. I am sure you visited your little girlfriend in Plotsville, or visited the pathetic bitch at her tribe in California. Do as your told and Isabel lives another day.” Priscilla retorted. She loved the control she had over La Diabla and wanted to keep exploiting it. She then looked at both Gabby and Veronica. She smiled at them and couldn’t wait to give their instructions. “As for you two, you will both just stay in Mexico. La Diabla goes to the United States alone. So, you get one more night with her, then you are free to go.” she said.
“WAIT, WHAT? They have to come with me! They are my team!” La Diabla shouted. She did not like the idea of not having her own backup when she traveled back to the US to commit crimes. She trusted them with her life, and she did not want to be alone.
“Too bad. They are useless to me for right now. Besides, you would outnumber my associates, and I do not want to take chances. So, get here by 11am and I will give you further instructions. There is another associate of mine I want you to meet. Honestly, I think the two of you will get along just fine.” Priscilla told her. She started thinking about Sylvia and a battle between the outlaw and the assassin would be something to watch.
“I-I can’t believe it. Let me take my friends!” La Diabla yelled. It seemed like this situation kept getting worse. She looked over at the two of them and they were stunned as well.
“We can’t go? We have to go!” Gabby said, feeling her anger rise. She did not trust Priscilla at all and having La Diabla go alone could mean that she could be killed. She wanted to really hurt Priscilla right now but held back.
“No, you don’t. You will go do anything you want. You can go back home, or you can fuck each other all day, every day here in Ciudad Azteca. I don’t care. La Diabla is MINE. So, I suggest all three of you leave now and get some rest. Tomorrow, a whole new life for all of you begins and I know I am excited.” Priscilla told them. She really felt powerful at the moment and then started to walk away. She saw Pilar holding Rocio in her arms and it was time to leave. She saw that Rocio had some of her clothes back one since they would be headed back out to the public. She looked at La Diabla one last time and winked. “Thank you, La Diabla for Rocio. She is going to make a fine sex slave thanks to you. You made a good choice in bringing her. Have a good night, bitch. Hahahaha” she said, then left the building.
La Diabla stood there in shock as she saw Priscilla leave with the two associates and Rocio. She could not believe she had to go back to the United States and operate a sex trafficking ring. It was very surreal to her because she knew she had to do it. She had to sacrifice everything in order to save her mother. She couldn’t even take Gabby and Veronica. Her anger started to get out of control, and she yelled. “THAT BITCH!!! I SWEAR SHE IS GOING TO PAY!!!!” she screamed.
Veronica was very upset knowing that she and Gabby could not accompany La Diabla on her journey. Once they found out that Isabel was captured, all they wanted to do was help their beloved friend. Now, she would be going alone and without any allies. It also meant her mother was still in danger, and none of them knew what to do. They always came up with a plan, even when it was against Thalia. Now, they had no plan and had no idea how they would combat this new threat. She heard La Diabla’s words and wanted to comfort her. She could hear the anger, and pain in her voice. “What are we going to do now?” she asked.
Gabby heard the question, and she felt terrible. Priscilla had full control and there was not a lot they could do. She was also distraught that they could not go with the outlaw and make sure she was protected. She looked at La Diabla and wanted to hug her. “Hey, are you ok?” she asked.
La Diabla started to pace around the room. She felt very angry, sad and terrified. This was not going well for her, and she didn’t know what to do. She knew she had to go back to the United States and help Priscilla and her crime ring, but all she thought about was her mother. She had to do something. This next journey was going to be very dangerous, and both their lives were on the line. She thought about having to tell Bella, Cheyenne and Molly that she had business to deal with. She had no idea how they would even go back to California without her. This moment was definitely one of the worst in her life. She had no plan and was at the mercy of some woman she truly hated. She heard Gabby’s and Veronica’s questions, and she looked at them. She felt some gratitude they were with her right now but weren’t after this night. She realized that if the ring was successful, this could very well be the last night she saw them for a long time. She stood in the middle of the room and thought about everything that was happening. Sadness started to fill her soul, and she felt herself about to cry. She lowered her head and closed her eyes. The emotions started to win out and she felt a tear starting to come out of her right eye. La Diaba was becoming an emotional wreck and couldn’t stop anything at the moment. She looked over at her friends and shrugged. “I-I don’t know….” she said, then let another tear fall.
THE NEXT DAY – PLOTSVILLE
Rita walked into the backroom of the Burlesque show and saw Marge sitting at her desk. She appeared to be counting money, and she saw that she had a guest. Sylvia was sitting there, and they looked like they were having a great discussion. She thought it was a good sight to see, but she started to have her own reservations. She had a hard time sleeping the previous night. She kept thinking about poor Alice and what she went through. It was an erotic torture, but the poor girl was broken and her life was never going to be the same again. She started to have her own doubts about the trafficking ring. She felt bad that some innocent women were doomed to be servicing men against their free will and that just sounded terrible. She knew the dancers engaged in the same kind of torture, but that was one night, and the victim did not remember anything the next day. They were free to go about their lives. Now, they were in deep with a major crime ring, and she was extremely nervous. She knocked on the open door and tried to put on her best smile. “Knock knock.” she said with a smile.
“Rita! Good morning! I hope you slept well.” Marge said as she looked at her top dancer. She had a discussion with Sylvia about what took place the previous night and she enjoyed hearing about how Rita played with and teased the victim’s breasts. She knew she was always good at that, and she hoped all of her dancers would get a chance at playing with these helpless women. She was also delighted that Ingrid was looking over Alice and could only imagine what her thief was up to.
“I did. Good to see you, and good to see you again, Sylvia.” Rita said and nodded her head towards the assassin. Even though she had a lot of doubts, she definitely could not let Sylvia know. After watching how she dismantled Alice, she was fearful of her.
“Yes, good morning to you. Thank you again for last night. We couldn’t have completely dominated Alice without your help. You are really good at teasing breasts. Hehe” Sylvia giggled. She really enjoyed what she did to Alice and looked forward to tormenting even more women. She did wonder if Rita was fully engaged in this venture. She noticed she wasn’t as excited to torture Alice as Ingrid was. She figured it was probably due to nerves since none of them really did anything like this before.
“It was definitely memorable. Hey Marge, that is a lot of money in your hands. I guess we had a good night, last night?” Rita asked as she saw all the cash in Marge’s hands.
“Yes!! We did really well. While you, Ingrid and Sylvia, were playing with Alice, the others managed to get a lot of money. We even enjoyed playing with Alice’s friends as well. They are SO sexy. I was thinking perhaps we should kidnap them and sell them off too. Hehe” Marge smiled. She thought about what she and the others did to Alice’s two friends. They were both bound together, and they tickled them and then even had them eat one another’s pussies as they were in a 69 position. She loved the fact that they would not remember anything, but she sure would.
“Hehehe I like that idea too. Well, it was a very successful night. Tonight, we need to find another victim. We had to stock up on slaves, so we can set up a selling event. I hope all of you spot some nice ones. I will take off for a moment. I want to go to send a message to my employer in Greece. I want to let him know the first slave was captured successfully and he can send payment. You will all be rewarded handsomely for your efforts. I will see you two a little later.” Sylvia said, then got up from her chair. She gave a gentle squeeze on Rita’s shoulder and gave her a smile. She left the room and started to think about how she was going to eventually kidnap Deputy Darby. That was her ultimate goal. She felt that she gave enough incentive to these dancers to find other slaves. Her mission was to bring Darby to Christos, and she wanted to make sure that plan worked to perfection.
Rita smiled back at Sylvia and watched her leave. Once she left the backroom she looked over at Marge, then sat down. She wanted to express some of her concerns. She took a deep breath, then prepared herself. “Marge, I want you to be honest with me. Do you think this is a good idea to be part of a sex trafficking ring?” she asked.
Marge saw Rita sit down in front of her at the desk and could see she was concerned. She wondered what was wrong, especially after a very successful night. She heard the question, and it surprised her. This venture in the sex trafficking operation was going to bring them a lot of money and perhaps could have them cut back on robbing people. She put the money down on the desk and leaned back in her chair. “What do you mean? Of course it is a good idea. You know how much money we are going to make?” she responded.
“I know. It will be a lot of money for sure. More than we had in quite some time. But the kidnapping of these women and then selling them off as sex slaves just seems a bit too much.” Rita told her. She felt nervous about telling Marge, but they were very good friends, and she wanted to somehow ease her reservations and prevent the entire crew from suffering legal consequences should they get caught. “I mean, if everything goes wrong, we are done for and will spend a very long time in jail. We are not having these women forget everything. They will know what is happening to them, unlike the women and men we use the potion on.” she continued.
“I see. I know you are concerned, but it is the perfect operation. We just have to take care of the captives. We are not the ones selling them. That will belong to that woman in Mexico, Priscilla Montenegro. We are just helping. We rob women, right? So going after innocent people is what we do, Rita. It is just that there is an extra consequence, that’s all. Didn’t you have fun feathering Alice’s breasts? I heard she came pretty hard, so you helped her feel good.” Marge told her. She sensed the nervousness in Rita, and she had to make sure her top dancer was going to be ok. She knew the other dancers were a bit jittery, so she needed her lead to soothe their concerns too.
“It was very interesting last night. I mean, we systematically destroyed her, and she was VERY ticklish too. I think even with the small dose of the potion; she was extra ticklish. She has a sweet, young body too. I mean, she is going to command a HIGH price. But and here is where I have concerns, she looked so scared. I mean, when we told her she was going to be a sex slave, she was heartbroken. She is so young, and her life is now destined to be sexually ravished on a daily basis. I kind of felt terrible for her. She looked so innocent.” Rita said. She started to think back to Alice’s reactions to everything that was being done to her and the look of fear on her face, along with the sadness really got to her. She wanted to make sure she would be able to do this. She knew Ingrid was doubly excited, but she had concerns about her own participation.
“Rita, I get it. It is a tough thing to do, especially to another woman. However, we got a job to do. We are not innocent by any stretch of the imagination. So, in order to make this work, I need you to learn to not feel for these victims. We didn’t feel anything to all the women we robbed, AND the men. So, let’s not start now.” Marge told her. She leaned forward in her chair and reached for Rita’s hands. She wanted to comfort her and make sure she was going to be ok. “Listen to me, it is going to be ok. I need you, Rita. You are very important in all of this. Are you going to be, ok?” she asked.
Rita felt Marge’s warm hands touching hers and she did appreciate her boss. She and Marge went back some years, and she did care about her as a friend. The fact she was trying to comfort her made her feel a little better. She loved that Marge was trying to get confidence that this would all work out. She took a deep breath and looked at Marge’s sweet face. “Yeah, I think I will be ok. It is just something new to me. It is a whole new world. If you are confident everything will be ok, then I can too. Thank you, Marge. Thank you for being such a good friend. I appreciate you.” she responded with a sweet smile.
“Good! Tonight, when we capture another victim, we won’t have you go torture them. I will send Diane there. She needs to have a turn and get used to it. I am also excited about getting the first payment from that guy in Greece, Christos Andino. Did you see how much money we are going to make? This is going to be great!” Marge said with great enthusiasm. She picked up the money on the desk again and started to count. She got excited, and then she saw Rita stand up and head out of her office. She could not wait until they figured out who their next victim would be. She was a little concerned about Rita. The fact she was nervous about their job made her wonder if Rita was up to the task. She figured she needed to keep a close eye out on her. Not only was there a lot of money involved, but their own legal standing could be affected if one of them faltered. She loved Rita to pieces, but if she was a weak link, then she would be willing to cut ties. This was too important for all of them for someone to ruin everything. “She better be ok……” she mumbled to herself, then resumed counting the money.
UP NEXT: La Diabla begins her journey to the United States, Becky continues to grow emotions for Rita, and Cheyenne has a memorable experience.
Ok fans, how did you like this chapter? La Diabla is an emotional wreck. It is only the beginning of her trauma and she has to continue to fight her way through it. The next chapter will be a little "softer" and should have some really good action. Thank you all again, and I hope this journey has been very good reading for you. Your comments are most welcomed and highly encouraged.
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