Hello fans! It is time for the next part in this series, The Heiress. There are only two parts left and things are getting set up for this Phase 4 of Deputy's Universe. Thank you for the support you have shown and continue to enjoy this entire saga. There is an assassin slowly working behind the scenes, trying to build a plan to eventually go after our famed deputy. So many people will be affected as they continue to go through their lives. I hope you enjoy the story as much as the tickling action. Now, time for part 7! There is a soundtrack song in this part and I really hope you listen to it when you read the section of the story it is for. It is an emotional scene and if you have followed this saga, you will understand what I mean and the character it impacts the most. So, let's get to it! As always, your comments are most encouraged and welcomed!
PART 7
Cheyenne walked through the long hallway, heading towards the small library inside the mansion. It was a quiet afternoon, and she wanted to go find a new book to read. Molly was taking a nap, and La Diabla went off with Kylie to go practice shooting guns. She noticed how much Kylie loved being around the outlaw and thought it was cute that La Diabla had a “fan”. She liked being in this mansion and found it very fascinating. Her summer vacation was already going well, and she still had to attend the ball that was coming up, then go visit Darby and Becky in Plotsville, then head to Mexico to see Bella, Veronica and Gabby. It was a nice adventure, and she knew that her and Molly would have great stories to tell when they went back to school. She was on the second floor where her guest room was and was headed towards the stairs. She then passed by a room, and she thought she heard something. Cheyenne stopped walking and listened to the sound. It was faint, but she could tell it sounded like……crying. That made her go back a little and noticed that one of the doors was slightly ajar. Her eyes opened wide as she noticed this was Bessie’s room! She put her head closer to the door and she did in fact hear some crying. That made her heart feel sad because it sounded like Bessie was crying. She slowly opened the door and looked inside the room. From there, she saw Bessie on her bed, her back towards the door, and her legs were curled up and she could see the bottoms of her socks. The crying didn’t stop, and she became worried about her friend. “Bessie? Is that you? Is that you crying?” she called out.
Bessie heard Cheyenne’s voice, and she felt ashamed. She did not want anyone to know she was crying, and she must have not closed the door all the way. She quickly wiped her eyes with her hands but stayed in this fetal position on the bed. She had to play it off so that Cheyenne wouldn’t worry about her. “Huh? No, I am not. I am just trying to take a nap. Thank you, Cheyenne.” she said.
Cheyenne knew Bessie was not telling the truth because she heard distinct crying. She also noticed that Bessie did not turn around and face her when she responded. She saw her hands go to the face and that only confirmed her friend was in fact crying. She went all the way inside the room and closed the door behind her. She walked up to the bed and saw Bessie’s body. She wanted to hug her and comfort her. “Hey, I heard you crying. Are you ok? Bessie, are you alright? What’s the matter?” she asked in a caring tone.
Bessie wanted to cry again because she could hear that tone in Cheyenne’s voice, and she knew her friend cared about her. She was still mad that she was caught crying because she wanted to hide her pain from everyone. Now that Cheyenne was in the room, there was no chance of her convincing her that she was ok. “I’m ok, Cheyenne. Please, I-I just want to be alone for a moment. I will be with you in a few minutes.” she told her.
Cheyenne’s heart sank because the sound of Bessie’s voice was sad. She then walked to the other side of the bed and now saw the front of Bessie. She could see her face and could see the wet tears on the cheeks. She knelt down and got closer to Bessie’s body. She reached her left hand forward and gently rubbed Bessie’s right shoulder. “Bessie, you look so sad. I want to help you. What’s the matter? You can tell me.” she said to her as she continued to rub the shoulder.
Bessie felt that warm hand on her shoulder and she let another tear fall. Cheyenne was so caring that she knew she was so concerned about her. She really started hating herself for getting caught, but now that she was, she knew she would have to talk to Cheyenne because she was not going to go away. She opened her eyes and saw Cheyenne there. She saw the look of concern on her face and she wanted to just go into a hole and hide. “I don’t want you to see me like this. I’m sorry.” she apologized.
“Bessie, I want to help you. You are my friend, and I love you. I don’t want to see you cry. Come on, you can tell me. Let me help you.” Cheyenne offered. She saw the fresh tears and whatever was bothering Bessie, it was really affecting her deeply.
Bessie heard those kind words and knew how much her friend loved her. She loved Cheyenne to death and wondered if she should just open up to her. Maybe it was time for her to let some of this trauma out of her. She couldn’t tell Phoebe what was bothering her, but with Cheyenne she possibly could. She slowly lifted herself up and then managed to sit on the edge of the bed. Her pillows were to her left and she patted her right hand on the bed for Cheyenne to sit next to her. “Thank you, Cheyenne. You are too sweet. I just have some things I am dealing with, that’s all. I appreciate you for caring about me. I love you too.” she said in a low voice.
Cheyenne stood up for a moment, then sat next to Bessie. Her friend was on her left side, and she leaned closer to her. She just wanted to hug her and make her feel better. “Can you tell me what is bothering you? What can I do to help you? You can trust me. You can tell me anything. You know I will never judge you.” she asked.
“I know….you are the sweetest person I know. I am afraid to tell you, but you have always been so kind to me. I know we will always have this connection with each other. I don’t know if you can help me, but, if you swear to never tell another soul, I will tell you what has been bothering me.” Bessie told her. She felt herself getting emotional because she was going to tell someone else for the first time how she felt ever since she was kidnapped by Thalia.
“Of course you can trust me. I won’t tell anyone. It will be just between you and me. We already have secrets between us, remember? Hehe” Cheyenne said with a small laugh. She wanted to brighten the mood and make Bessie more comfortable.
“You’re right. We do have secrets together. Well, I guess I should tell you. It stays inside this room.” Bessie told her. She looked into Cheyenne’s caring eyes, and she felt nervous. She took a deep breath and then she started to tell Cheyenne her story. She told her how she was kidnapped and when she was in that dirty cell in the old fortress near Ciudad Del Reina. She told her how scared she was and didn’t know where she was. She told her how she felt so lonely, and she thought there was a possibility she could die. She proceeded to tell her that Thalia purposely wanted to kidnap her to lure Darby to Mexico.
Cheyenne listened intently and heard Bessie telling her story. She remembered some parts of it when the entire story was told by everyone involved that the first night they all had dinner in the mansion. She could hear the sadness in Bessie’s voice and could tell how hurt she was. It was different than the first night. When Bessie said words, she hid her pain. Now, she was showing how she really felt during that horrible ordeal. She then felt her heart sink when Bessie started to talk about how she was tortured by the Greek bounty hunter. She felt her own emotions flowing when she heard how ruthlessly Bessie was tickled by Thalia. She heard in great detail how she was tortured and that really hurt her soul. She could see Bessie crying again, and she held her hand, trying her best to comfort her as she recounted her experience. When she heard the details, it reminded her of her own torture back in Santa Selena when Helga the Russian bounty hunter stripped her naked and tickled the life out of her. “That is so terrible. I am so sorry Bessie that you had to go through that.” she said softly.
“That’s not the worst of it. When she was tickling me, she also played with my body sexually. It was horrible, Cheyenne. She played with all my private spots. She made me feel things that I just could not control on my own. The way she touched me, the way she dominated me. She even made me say things just to humiliate me in front of everyone else. She made me say things like I would have oral sex with every woman in the room just to get her to stop tickle torturing me. It hurt me to say that. It hurt me really bad.” Bessie told her. She could feel her tears falling again as she remembered how she felt at that moment.
“Poor Bessie….I am so sorry that happened to you. That was absolutely terrible that she made you do that.” Cheyenne said in a comforting voice. She felt her emotions starting to explode because the way Bessie was telling the story, it sounded just like how Helga tortured her. She was tickled all over her body, and even played with sexually. It seemed these bounty hunters knew how to destroy women.
“Then she made me have an orgasm. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t help it. She forced one out of me and I had an orgasm in front of all these people. But what really hurt me, and why I have been so sad over these last few months was what she did to me to finish me. She put some kind of itching cream on me. It really drove me crazy. I was willing to do anything to get it to stop. I didn’t care anymore. She even made me admit that…..I’m a whore. She made me say it to make the itching stop.” Bessie explained. Now she really felt her tears flowing because that memory broke her. She remembered how desperate she was to have that itching stop and saying she was a whore was her chance to save herself.
Cheyenne felt a tear fall down her cheek as she listened to Bessie’s story. She knew that kind of sexual humiliation and knowing that Bessie went through something like that truly broke her heart. After it happened to her, she didn’t want anyone else to ever experience that. “That’s so terrible…” she whispered.
Bessie started to sob as the painful memories were fresh on her mind and she was having trouble telling the story. She thought back to those desperate screams she did. The way Thalia would not stop tormenting her. The way she was used and humiliated. She put her head in her hands and just let the tears flow. This was crushing her, and she just could not stop crying. “I am a whore, Cheyenne. I am a whore like Thalia said I was….” she cried.
Cheynne was stunned when she heard Bessie calling herself a whore. She couldn’t believe why Bessie felt that way about herself. She listened to the crying that became heavier and more emotional. Bessie was in serious emotional pain, and she could feel it. She moved herself closer to Bessie and held her tighter. “Bessie…..you are not a whore. You can’t believe anything Thalia said. She said it to hurt you.” she whispered to her.
“You don’t understand! I AM a whore….” Bessie cried. She was retelling her story, and she was allowing all of her pent up emotions to come out. She thought about that day with Thalia. How ruthless she was. the fact that she had to admit that she was a whore. She had begged to perform oral sex on every woman. She knew she had plenty of sex with other women well before Thalia entered the picture, including the woman right next to her in the present. “I had sex many times….” she followed up.
“That doesn’t make you a whore. Why would you believe that about yourself? You are one of the best people I have ever known.” Cheyenne said, doing her best to try and comfort her friend. She then remained quiet to allow Bessie to cry. She wanted her to just let herself go and get that pain out of her system. She felt herself getting to be emotional because this was a lot of pain. She knew how Bessie felt because she had to go through the same thing. She had so much pent-up trauma, that it came out during that confrontation with Priscilla where she nearly killed her. She remembered how hard she cried in Darby’s arms.
Bessie felt Cheyenne’s holding her tighter and she felt some relief. She was crying very hard, but it was nice that someone was holding her because she desperately needed that comfort. It had been so many months of her trying to hide her emotions. She would cry sometimes, but right now, after telling someone else her pain for the first time, all of her emotions poured out. She then leaned her head on Cheyenne’s shoulder and allowed herself to cry freely and without judgment. Ten minutes passed by, and she let the crying stop for a moment. She was surprised that Cheyenne didn’t keep talking to her, she just let her shed her tears. She started to get a hold of herself and lift her head. She looked over at Cheyenne and saw how sad her face was. “I’m sorry….” she whispered.
“You have nothing to be sorry about. You have so much pain inside you. Let it all out. It is ok. I am here for you. I want you to know that I love you and will help you any way I can.” Cheyenne said softly. She could see those tear-stained cheeks and the red eyes of her friend. She thought about her friend Molly and how she would cry whenever Pam would call her a troll and all the horrible tickle torture experiences she went through. She never liked seeing her friends in pain, so this moment weighed on her. She held back her own tears, but one started to slip and it rolled down her left cheek.
Bessie saw that tear streaking down Cheyenne’s face and her heart sank. She knew Cheyenne cared about her so much and she was grateful to her. “Don’t cry, Cheyenne. That’s my job…” she said with a slight smile.
Cheyenne wiped her tear and she smiled a little. Seeing Bessie smiling just a little bit made her feel better. She hoped this meant that Bessie was ready to recover from her trauma. Well, you did get my shoulder wet, but you are forgiven.” she said with a slight smile.
Bessie looked over at Cheyenne’s left shoulder and could see her shirt was a little damp from her tears and that made her giggle a little. She wiped the shoulder, trying to somehow get it dry. “I’m sorry….I am just a crybaby.” she said with a slight smile.
“No, you are not a crybaby. I was just kidding. You can wet my shoulder anytime you want to.” Cheyenne smiled back. She then wrapped her arms around Bessie and gave her a kiss on her left cheek. “You are going to be ok. Just let it all out. It will make you feel better. It helped me….” she whispered into her ear.
Bessie felt the love in that hug, and she got emotional. She heard Cheyenne’s words, and it made her remember that Cheyenne had also endured a horrific torture at the hands of Priscilla Montenegro and Helga. She remembered how much she was tortured physically, emotionally and mentally. This young woman went through a lot and their trauma was similar to each other. They were both going to be made into sex slaves but were rescued. If there was anyone that could know how she felt, it was this same woman that was hugging her. The hug broke and she felt a lot of love for her friend. “That’s right. You went through so much a year ago. I hope I didn’t make you sad. I’m sorry.” she said softly.
“Bessie, stop apologizing. It is ok. I do know how you feel, so it is ok to cry and let it all out.” Cheyenne told her. She hoped that by talking about what happened, Bessie could start to heal. She remembered when she told La Diabla about how she nearly killed Priscilla and that really helped her. She remembered how Darby was there for her when it happened, and how much that helped her recover. She wanted to do the same. “Just remember, whatever Thalia told you, she did it to hurt you.” she said.
Bessie loved hearing the sound of Cheyenne’s voice and her words. She knew the young lady was helping her, and figured she should just talk about it and hope she could recover just like her. She seemed so much more confident and stronger since she last saw her physically almost a year ago. She heard those words and nodded her head. It was time to tell Cheyenne exactly what she was thinking and hoped it would make her feel better. “You don’t understand, Cheyenne. When she made me say that about myself, it really hit me deep. It made me think about my life up until this point. I-I have had many sexual encounters, with many different women.” she told her.
“That doesn’t make you a whore. I know any sex you had, it was because both of you enjoyed yourself and you did it with some love involved. I know how you are. I know while you are in those moments, whoever you were with could tell just how special and amazing you are.” Cheyenne told her. She thought about her own sexual encounter with Bessie while she was still a prisoner in Santa Selena. That was the only time while in captivity that she enjoyed herself.
Bessie blushed a little as she heard those very kind words. It still didn’t make her think differently, but she loved how Cheyenne was doing her best to comfort her. Her mind raced and wondered if she should just tell her about her encounters so Cheyenne could understand why she felt this way. She felt nervous because she was going to reveal names, but she sensed that it would remain very private and could possibly help her heal. “Thank you for your very kind words. I don’t know if I deserve them but thank you. Cheyenne, I am going to tell you about my experiences. Before I do that, I need you to promise me you will keep this private. No one, I mean, NO ONE can know about this, ok?” she asked.
Cheyenne could hear that tone in Bessie’s voice and could sense she was about to hear some very personal details. She wanted to help Bessie at all costs, so promising her would be easy. “Bessie, yes, I promise. I will keep anything you say private and between just me and you. Just like we did when we were in Santa Selena.” she reminded her.
Bessie remembered that secret to one another that they made back in Santa Selena. She nodded her head, then took a deep breath. It was time to admit to someone else who she was involved with, and perhaps that would show Cheyenne why she thought she was a whore. She looked at that pretty face and exhaled. “Ok, I am going to tell you who I had sex with. You know these people. Please, keep this confidential.” she warned.
Cheyenne’s heart raced when she heard that she knew who the people were. Now it was getting intriguing and wondered who Bessie was with. She heard the first name, which was Phoebe, and that didn’t surprise her completely. Those two seemed really close, so it made sense. Then she heard the next name, and her jaw dropped. It was Gloria Wellington, the mother of Phoebe! That one just blew her mind away because Bessie had sex with both mother and daughter. She was relieved to hear that neither knew of each other having sex with Bessie, which was good. Then she heard Darby’s name and that surprised her. Then she remembered Darby was a maid in this same house, so that is probably how it happened. Then she heard a name she didn’t know, which was Bertha from Bessie’s hometown of Brusheville. Then she started to blush when her name was mentioned, which took her back to their experience together in Santa Selena. So that was five women that Bessie had sex with and now she understood why she was feeling that way. “I will admit, those are surprising names. Wow, Gloria and Phoebe? In this house? Wow.” she said in surprise.
Bessie felt very embarrassed after revealing all those names. It confirmed her thinking that she was a whore and wondered if Cheyenne would start to see that and think differently of her. She lowered her head and expected Cheyenne to shame her. “You see? I had sex with all of them and I loved each of those moments. I told you. I am a whore.” she said, then started to feel the urge to cry again.
Cheyenne heard the pain in Bessie’s voice and wanted to comfort her again. She took both of Bessie’s hands with her own hands and looked at her sad face. “Bessie, that still does not make you a whore. When I think of a whore, I think of someone who has sex but no passion for the other person. They just do it for their own self-gratification, or to make money. Emotion is not part of it. From that list of names you just told me, I know it was all about relationships and connections with one another. You did it because at those moments, you were enjoying yourself, but you truly cared about the person. I will admit, Gloria is surprising, but I remember you telling me how much you liked her before you found out what she was really doing. Can I tell you something?” she asked.
Bessie really felt like crying after hearing Cheyenne’s words, but with happiness. This young woman wasn’t judging her. She didn’t seem like she was disgusted. She was very loving and that felt amazing to her. She saw the look on Cheyenne’s face and could tell she was emotional too. She heard her question, and she wondered what she was going to reveal. “Yes, of course. Tell me. I promise I won’t tell anyone too.” she answered.
“Well, I have had my own sexual encounters. Most of them were due to another woman trying to hurt me, but there were two of them I truly cherish. One of those experiences was with you.” Cheyenne told her. She started to feel her emotions boiling over because she remembered that moment with Bessie in Santa Selena. Now, she was going to be able to tell her how she felt. “When I was a prisoner, I felt so sad. I felt so alone. Helga really tortured me. She made me feel like such a weakling. She broke my spirit. Priscilla was always cruel to me. She hated me. She wanted to hurt me as much as she could. That day, when we were in that room, she wanted to humiliate me. You were told it was a friendly game, but she wanted to see me suffer. I was so sad; I was so scared. I had to be naked in front of you and Gloria. I was in so much pain. However, when we interacted, you were so kind to me. You showed me so much love. I know you did not know what was truly happening to me. You just wanted to have fun and play. You made me feel loved in my darkest times. I felt safe with you. I felt comforted by you. You encouraged me and you supported me. I will NEVER forget that time with you. I felt special and I truly felt cared for.” she said, then her tears started to come down.
Bessie heard Cheyenne’s story, and she started to get emotional as she saw the tears falling down her face. Hearing how she comforted Cheyenne in her worst moments really touched her heart. She remembered that game and knew something was off. Cheyenne seemed so cute and shy but could tell there was just something off. Priscilla seemed to be mean to her, which was different than how she and Gloria interacted. “I remember that….I could tell something was wrong.” she whispered back.
“Yes, but you….you made me feel good. You made me feel so comfortable. I actually enjoyed my time with you. For moments, we were inside our own world having a good time. Being with you in that setting when it was just me and you interacting, it felt really nice, and I like that memory.” Cheyenne told her with a smile. She could see Bessie starting to smile a little and that made her happy. She was really hoping her words could help Bessie in her time of need.
Bessie thought back to that moment with Cheyenne. She remembered that cute laughter. She remembered that smile she had. Not in a million years did she think Cheyenne was some kind of prisoner during that moment. She felt so alive and had fun. Now, she was hearing Cheyenne telling her how special it was. That made her start to think that all of her encounters were like that, even with Gloria Wellington. Each interaction always brought the greatest feelings, and she enjoyed them all. “You are so kind. Thank you for saying that.” she told her.
“No, thank you, Bessie. You helped make a scared woman feel so safe and happy during one of the worst times of her life. You are truly a blessing to everyone that knows you. You might think you are that nasty name, but you are not. You are one of the most loving, kind, and amazing human beings ever. I know I love you for that, and I am sure everyone else does too.” Cheyenne told her. She then let go of Bessie’s hands, and then leaned forward and hugged her. She wanted her to feel loved at this moment.
Bessie felt that hug and she started to cry. It felt good to hear that she was a good person. That people did care about her and thought highly of her. This moment made her realize that her sexual interactions were very special to her. The tears flowed from her eyes as she felt grateful for this young woman who was hugging her. “Thank you, Cheyenne. Thank you so much. I love you…I love you so much.” she cried.
Cheyenne heard those cries, and she started to let her tears fall. She really wanted Bessie to feel better and hoped she had helped her. Then, the hug broke and she looked at Bessie’s face. She could see her crying, but she also had a smile. It appeared that she might be getting better. She also knew the trauma didn’t just go away, but the healing process was started. “Remember, you are not that word. You are loved.” she whispered.
Bessie heard those words, and her heart felt really good. She wiped her tears and tried to hold in her emotions. She wanted to cry happy tears because this beautiful lady was helping her, and she felt grateful. She started to think that telling someone what she was going through did help her start to heal. “You are amazing, Cheyenne. You have no idea how much your words and you listening to me helped me. You have grown so much. You are a strong young lady. You truly are someone special and I am glad we are friends.” she told her.
“Thank you. I am glad we are friends too and we will be friends forever. I love our letters to one another. I always look forward to you telling me about all the hard work you do. You and Phoebe have done an amazing job together. I am happy for both of you. You both deserve it.” Cheyenne said with a smile. She started to see the joy return to Bessie and that made her very happy.
“Thank you. It is a lot of work. But we manage….” Bessie responded. She then saw Cheyenne’s smile and that filled her heart with warmth. She thought about how she made her feel safe during that moment together. It was a horrible time for Cheyenne, but she helped give her a positive message. “I am also happy to know I made you feel good during that time. I just wanted to have some fun. Besides, you were so ticklish, I couldn’t help but enjoy making you laugh. Hehe” she giggled.
“hehehe yes! I remember that feeling of you tickling me. You were so good at that!” Cheyenne giggled. She saw Bessie smiling and now she really felt good.
“Yes, I got you really good! Hahaha I did win that contest after all! Hehe” Bessie joked.
“You did…but I got in some good tickling moments on you too! I am not the only one in this room that is ticklish. Hehehe” Cheyenne joked back.
“Hey, are you still ticklish? Hehehe” Bessie asked, then looked at Cheyenne’s sides. She started to crave hearing that laughter again, and to change the mood in the room. She wanted to have a little fun with her friend that she hadn’t seen in such a long time before this visit.
“Um…..Bessie. Don’t you get any ideas! Hey! Bessie!! No don’t HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Cheyenne laughed as she felt Bessie’s hands gripping her sides. She had seen Bessie looking at her body and before she could get away, she felt these hands on her sides, sending her into hysterical laughter.
Bessie reached forward and started to squeeze Cheyenne’s sides. That urge to tickle her grew instantly when she mentioned it and now, she heard that sweet laughter once again. She felt Cheyenne’s body falling back onto the bed and she took advantage. She then climbed on top of her and started to squeeze and tickle her sides and her ribs. She felt Cheyenne’s arms feebly trying to stop her hands, but it was no use. She saw that pretty face in ticklish agony, and it felt amazing to tickle her. “Hehehehe You ARE still so ticklish!! Listen to you laugh!” she laughed.
Cheyenne felt those hands on her ribs, and she lost it. The sensations were very strong and now she was trapped. She looked at Bessie’s face and could see how happy she looked. Her mind was in hysterics, but she also felt that she should just allow Bessie to tickle her for a little bit. It would change her mood for the better, even at her own ticklish expense. She started to kick her legs a little and the fingers were now really pushing into her ribs, sending very strong ticklish shockwaves into her body. “HAHAHAHA BESSIE!!! I’M TICKLISH!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA” she screamed.
Bessie couldn’t help but laugh when she heard those screams. She thought it sounded very cute and she realized just how much she enjoyed tickling Cheyenne that time in Santa Selena. She felt energized and excited by hearing that very cute laugh. She then moved her hands towards the stomach area and that got a nice reaction from her friend. “What do we have here? Do we have a ticklish tummy? Hehehehe” she teased.
“HAHAHAHAHA NOT MY TUMMY!!! BESSIE!! HAHAHA NOT MY TUMMY!!” Cheyenne screamed in laughter. She was surprised by the amount of energy and enthusiasm that Bessie had at the moment. She started to try her best to squirm around, but with Bessie on top of her, she was trapped. The tickling was very powerful, and she just laughed herself silly. She then did the one thing she could only do. She reached her hands up and placed them on Bessie’s sides. She then started to squeeze them, hoping it would tickle her friend.
Bessie felt small hands on her sides and when they started to squeeze, and an incredible amount of ticklish energy shot right through her body. She never expected Cheyenne to tickle her back! “What the? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA CHEYENNE!!!” she called out and her hands left Cheyenne’s body.
Cheyenne felt a sense of relief that those hands of Bessie were no longer tickling her, and her own hands were now tickling Bessie. She heard laughter and she felt a surge of energy in her body. She figured that since she was being tickled, she might as well do the same to Bessie. “Ah ha!!! Look who is ticklish!! Hehehe tickle, tickle, tickle!” she taunted.
Bessie was sitting upright on Cheyenne, and she felt those hands really digging into her sides and causing her to nearly fall over. She tried to pull those hands off of her, but she was off balance by the tickling. She felt her laugh getting stronger and for the first time in months, she felt a true sense of joy. The laughter she had flowing at the moment was the strongest she felt in such a long time. She looked down and saw that look of determination on Cheyenne’s face. It was as though they were in another contest and her little friend was trying to win. “HAHAHAHAHA ARE YOU REALLY HAHAHAHA TRYING TO TICKLE ME?? HAHAHAHAHA YOU CHEATER!!!” she laughed.
“Cheater? Hehehe how am I cheating? I am just getting you back! Now, let’s see how ticklish you really are!” Cheyenne teased. She then started to move her body to the side, so she could get Bessie to fall off of her and onto the bed. She figured it was time for a full tickle fight and she wanted to win. When she got to her side, she then felt a hand grip on her side once again and she froze. That hand then squeezed her right near the hipbone, and she squealed in ticklish terror! “NOOOOOOO!!! HEHEHEHEHE NOT THERE!! NOT THERE!! HEHEHEHEHEHE” she squealed.
“Gotcha!!! Now, let’s see how ticklish YOU really are!” Bessie teased. She felt Cheyenne trying to turn her body underneath her to knock her off, but when she got to her side, she saw her opening and grabbed that exposed side of the body. That also forced Cheyenne to turn all the way over and now she was on her stomach. This was the perfect position because now Cheyenne couldn’t tickle her back on her upperbody. She then used both of her hands and squeezed the poor girl’s sides. “I got you now!!! Hehehehe tickle tickle tickle!! No escape for you now! Just TICKLES!!” she taunted as she squeezed with more force.
Cheyenne felt those fingers now running up and down her sides and she started to squirm like a fish out of water. She couldn’t help but laugh and kick her legs as the ticklish feeling started to overtake her. She desperately tried to crawl out from under Bessie, but it was no use. She was getting tickled and there was not much she could do about it. “Hehehehehehehe Bessie! Mercy!!! Mercy!!!” she begged.
Bessie laughed when she heard Cheyenne begging for mercy. She loved the way the body beneath her was squirming around and the sound of that laughter was very hypnotic. She then paused her tickling for a moment, then leaned her body down. She put her head next to Cheyenne’s head and saw her right cheek. She gave that cheek a kiss and then whispered into her ear. “Thank you, Cheyenne. I hope you are having fun right now. I love your ticklish laugh. It has been such a long time since I heard it.”
“Hehehe I guess you’re welcome. I am having fun, but it would be more fun if I was tickling you. Hehehe” Cheyenne giggled. She loved that kiss on her cheek, and she felt nervous after telling Bessie she wanted to tickle her. That usually invited another round of tickling, and she prepared her body for it as best as she could.
“Oh, you think so? I don’t think it would be. Hehehehe In fact, let’s find out how long you can take it!” Bessie threatened, then started to drum her fingers up and down the sides again. When she saw Cheyenne’s arms trying to clamp to her sides, she laughed. She absolutely loved this feeling. It was a long time since she tickled someone. Then she saw her opening. The armpits were exposed, and she quickly placed her fingers in those armpits and tickled them.
Cheyenne’s eyes bugged out when she felt those fingers in her armpits, and she wasn’t expecting that. She was expecting her sides to be tickled, but now that it was her armpits, she shrieked in ticklish agony. “HAHAHAHAHA BESSIE!!! NOT THERE!!! NOT THERE!!!’ she screamed and then started to buck her body violently as the tickling consumed her.
Bessie laughed hard when she heard that cute voice screaming. She loved the reaction she got and now she felt Cheyenne’s body violently thrashing beneath her. She leaned down to maintain her leverage and continued to dig her fingers deeper into those pits. She could see Cheyenne’s long black hair whipping around, even some of it hitting her in her face. “Whoa! Hehehehe it feels like I am riding a horse! Come on horsey! Let’s ride! Hahahaha” she joked, then started to rotate her fingers into those pits.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA I AM NOT A HORSE!!! HAHAHAHAHA GET OFF OF ME!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA” Cheyenne laughed. She felt those fingers now rotating in her armpits and she was grateful she was wearing her long sleeve tribal dress. Had it been her skin, she probably would be in even worse shape. She started to kick her legs again, trying to do anything she can to get Bessie off of her.
“Hehehehe you are my horse for now! I am just riding you all over the place! Go horsey go!” Bessie taunted. She was having a lot of fun with Cheyenne and could feel as though a weight had been lifted off of her. She could feel all the positive energy and really enjoying herself.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA I AM NOT A HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA HORSE!!!! HAHAHAHAHA YOU LOOK LIKE ONE!!!!” Cheyenne joked as the fingers continued to rotate. Then she felt the fingers dug into her pits again. She then closed her eyes and felt her body start to surrender itself to the intense ticklish reactions. It was a fun time for her, but it was also destroying her.
“I look like a horse? Hehehehe Oh you are BAD, Cheyenne!!! I am REALLY going to get you now!” Bessie laughed as she heard that playful joke from Cheyenne. She then slowed her tickling down as she had an idea. The thought of it got her excited and she couldn’t wait to torment Cheyenne with it. She then pulled her fingers from the armpits and allowed her friend to breathe a little.
Cheyenne felt the fingers leave her armpits and a large dose of endorphins flowed through her body. The tickling was very intense, and she could feel her own body temperature rising. She noticed that Bessie was still on top of her, and she wondered what was going to happen next. She heard Bessie tell her she was really going to get it, but the tickling stopped. She tried to catch her breath, then started to squirm a little, hoping to get herself free. “Thank you…thank you….” she panted.
“hehehe I am not done with you yet, horsey!” Bessie said with a giggle. She then started to run her fingers through Cheyenne’s long hair, trying to soothe her. It was to set her up and then she would really let her have it. “I like your mane, horsey. Hehehe” she joked.
“Hehehehe I don’t have mane! That is my hair….” Cheyenne retorted. She thought Bessie was being really silly at the moment and couldn’t help but be entertained by it. She did like the feeling of the fingers going through her hair and she started to close her eyes to enjoy the feeling.
“Hahahaha it is your mane. Now, since we will have to take you on a trot, I think we should get you ready. We have to make sure…..” Bessie started to say. She then reached back and managed to grab Cheyenne’s left ankle with her left hand, and then pulled that ankle up. She bent the left leg at the knee and then wrapped her left arm around the ankle. Cheyenne’s left foot was now trapped under her arm, and she could see that moccasin. She could see the top of it, and then when she leaned forward a little, she could see the bottom of that shoe. It was time to have some fun with her poor friend’s foot. “….that the horsey has her hooves ready for the trot. You have to inspect hooves from time to time. Hahaha” she teased.
Cheyenne felt so relaxed, then suddenly her left ankle was grabbed, and it was trapped under Bessie’s arm. She heard Bessie talking about checking out “hooves” which meant only one thing. Her feet were next! That sent off a panic and she tried to pull her foot free. “BESSIE!!! NO!!! We don’t have to check out any hooves!!!” she begged.
“Hehehehe yes we do! So, let’s take off the horseshoe and inspect your hoof. Hahaha” Bessie teased. She then easily slipped off the moccasin and tossed it to the floor. She could see that small, size 6 foot before her. She looked at the top of the foot and saw those cute little toes. She then leaned forward and looked at the sole of the foot. The skin was tanned, and very wrinkly. She remembered this foot when she played with it back in Santa Selena and now, she was going to do it again. Even though the foot was tiny, it was still very thick, and the toes resembled small pebbles. “Just as cute as I remember. Hehehe” she complimented.
Cheyenne felt her shoe come off and now her bare foot was exposed. She really started to writhe her body because if her feet were tickled, she was going to lose her mind. She started to grab at the blankets on the bed, trying to do anything to get herself free. She felt extremely nervous, and she had to do something or she was going to suffer. “Hehehehe Bessie!!! Put on my shoe!! This is not funny!!!” she pleaded.
“It’s not? Then why are you laughing, horsey! Hehehe Is it because if I did this….it would tickle you?” Bessie teased as she then drummed her fingertips of her right hand up and down that tender sole. It had been so long since she tickled this very tender foot, and the reaction was immediate. She felt Cheyenne’s leg trying to straighten itself out and heard the sweetest laughter ever.
“HAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! THAT TICKLES!! THAT TICKLES!!!” Cheyenne roared as she felt those fingers softly going up and down the bottom of her foot. Her feet were always highly ticklish and even the softest touch would make her break down quickly. She started to pound her fists onto the blanket as the fingers were now right in the middle of her arch.
Bessie could see the foot flailing around and she loved it. She loved tickling Cheyenne’s feet and the reaction she was getting felt good to her. She heard that sweet laughter and it made her feel good inside. She wasn’t going to truly torture Cheyenne, but she did want to tickle her really good. She then moved her fingers over the ball of the foot and near the base of those pudgy toes. She could see them clamp down. That made her giggle, then she moved her fingers to try and get into the undersides of those toes. She felt the toes really clamping down, trying to protect the very delicate undersides. “Come on, open those toes! Open them!” she playfully demanded.
Cheyenne felt that attempt to get under her toes and if Bessie was successful, she would surely lose her mind. Her toes were very sensitive, and she would lose all control if they were tickled. She could feel those efforts and she did everything she could to prevent them from being attacked. “HEHEHEHE NOT MY TOES!!! LEAVE MY TOES ALONE!!!” she shouted.
“Well, since you don’t want me to tickle your toes, you leave me no choice.” Bessie said as a warning. She then used the tips of her nails to very lightly scratch at the surface of the bottom of the foot, trying to bring more intense ticklish feelings into Cheyenne’s body, but not enough to truly torture her. “I have to tickle your foot with my nails….” she warned.
Cheyenne felt those nails lightly tickling the sole of her foot and she lifted her upperbody up from the bed like a pushup and then collapsed back down to the bed. Her arms then started to flail all around wildly as those nails truly tickled her entire being. The feelings were very intense, and she started to pound the bed again. When the nails went into the tender part of her low arch, near the instep, she couldn’t take it anymore. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAH BESSIE!!! I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!! HAHAHAHAHA MERCY!! PLEASE HAVE MERCY!!!!” she squealed.
Bessie heard that desperate begging and she laughed. She let all of her laughter out because that cute voice was in true ticklish agony, and it sounded very funny. She let go of Cheyenne’s foot and it fell back down. She then just continued to laugh. She placed her own hands over her belly and just enjoyed laughing so hard. Her friend was truly ticklish and was a lot of fun. She figured it was a good time to stop as this was such a playful encounter. She then got off of Cheyenne and then next to her on the bed, her body on Cheyenne’s left as they both were on their stomachs. She could hear Cheyenne breathing hard, with some faint giggles. Her head was lying on the bed, and she knew the poor woman was very tired. She started to rub Cheyenne’s back over her dress with her right hand, trying to soothe her. “Hehehehehe that was fun. Are you ok, Cheyenne? I hope I wasn’t too mean to your foot. Hahaha it is just so ticklish!” she teased.
Cheyenne felt that hand rubbing her back, and it felt nice. She was catching her breath, and she still felt ticklish tingles flowing through her body. She then turned her head to her left and looked over at Bessie. She could see that beautiful smile and her eyes looked happy. She was happy because when she found Bessie this afternoon, she looked so sad. It felt really good to see her so happy even though she had to endure being tickled. “Hehe yes. I am ok. You know my feet are really ticklish! Hehehe That was rough. But you were not mean. Did you enjoy yourself?” she asked.
“I did. I really did.” Bessie told her as she looked at Cheyenne’s face. She really adored the woman at this moment. She felt some relief from that trauma in quite some time. She then put her face closer to Cheyenne’s and they were now nose to nose. She looked into those brown eyes of hers and she smiled. “I really want to thank you. You helped me so much.” she said softly, then gave a quick, soft kiss on Cheyenne’s lips.
Cheyenne felt that kiss on her lips and she felt a tingle in her body. She started to blush because it was an intimate moment between two women who shared a special bond. She looked at Bessie and felt such happiness for her. “I am glad I could help you.” she replied, then started to get up from the bed and get into a sitting position.
Bessie got into a sitting position next to Cheyenne who was now to her left. She wrapped her arms around her friend and held her close. “You really are special to me. Ever since that first day I met you, I could tell you are a one-of-a-kind woman. I am sorry I was so sad, but your words and you being here really helped me. Thank you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you so much. I love you, Cheyenne.” she said, then gave her another kiss on the cheek.
Cheyenne could feel the love and she adored it. She couldn’t help but smile and she looked at Bessie’s face. “It was my pleasure. I am sorry you had to go through that horrible experience. Just remember, you are a special woman too. Everyone that knows you, loves you. You are such an inspiration to a lot of us, especially me. Never forget that.” she said.
“I won’t. Now, I guess I have to get back to work. I know Phoebe might be looking for me soon. I hope you enjoy the rest of your day, and we will see each other. Maybe I could tickle those feet of yours again. Hehehe” Bessie joked, then looked down at Cheyenne’s naked left foot.
Cheyenne laughed out loud when she heard that tickle threat. She shook her head and giggled again. “No, you have to leave my poor feet alone. They didn’t do anything to you, so don’t tickle them!” she joked.
“Hehehe we shall see….Oh, let Molly know as well. Your dresses for the ball will arrive tomorrow. I know you both took some measurements when you went shopping recently. The tailors did tell me they would be delivered tomorrow, just in time for the ball. I know you both will look very beautiful.” Bessie informed. She thought about the ball and figured she would use that event as a new look on her life. She still had to work on getting past her being called a whore, but she felt some peace in her mind right now, and she wanted to have fun with her friends.
“Oh thank you! Phoebe is so nice to buy us dresses. I can’t wait to see what we look like. I know we will all have fun. The four of us will be the best group there! Hehe” Cheyenne answered, then stood up. She found her moccasin and slipped it back on her foot. She knew Bessie had to go back to work, and she head to find a book to read while Molly was napping. She saw Bessie standing up and she felt her hand being held by her. They both walked to the door, and it was slowly opened. “I guess I will see you for dinner tonight.” she said to her.
“Yes, I will see you for dinner. Thank you, Cheyenne.” Bessie said, then hugged her one more time. She rubbed Cheyenne’s back during the hug and when she let go, she gave her another quick, soft kiss on her lips and watched her leave. She closed the door and looked at her bed. She started to think that she could overcome her trauma and get back to living again. She missed Phoebe and hoped they could spend some time together without her being scared about being considered a whore. “Time to get to work…” she told herself.
THE NIGHT OF THE BALL
La Diabla sat on the couch in the living room, waiting for her friends to come down from getting dressed for the fancy ball tonight. She knew Cheyenne and Molly were very excited and she looked forward to seeing them in their fancy dresses. She knew she couldn’t go to the ball, but even if she could, she didn’t want to go anyway. Being at a social event like a ball with a bunch of rich people was not her scene. She didn’t want to wear any fancy dresses, or have her hair made up. She would much rather hang out in the desert area, hunting with friends and enjoying the frontier. She did enjoy spending some time with the maid, Kylie. She seemed to be that outdoors type who loved the rugged life. She knew Kylie was an admirer of hers, and thought it was cute. She was impressed with her shooting abilities and after learning she was the granddaughter of an outlaw, that made her really impressed with her. La Diabla really liked talking to her and thought she made a really good friend. She then saw Kylie walking into the room, and she had a smile on her face. “Hey Kylie, how’s it going? Ready to see this show of ladies in their fancy dresses? Hehehe” she joked.
Kylie saw La Diabla sitting down, and she sat next to her. She really enjoyed spending time with her. Since La Diabla couldn’t really go anywhere outside the house in order to hide from being recognized, she spent a lot of time with her after she completed her chores. She was so infatuated with her, and she even got to listen to a few stories. It was still so surreal that she was with her and even was at her side during that experience in Ciudad Del Reina. She loved how strong, intelligent and skilled La Diabla was. It made her want to be like her, but not in the criminal sense. She wanted to be strong just like her and command any room she entered. “Hehehe yes, I want to see them in their fancy dresses. I am sure they will look great. I just know it is not my style. Give me my jeans and boots and let me play outside where the real adventures are. Haha” she laughed.
“YES!!! I am so happy someone else besides me thinks that way. They can have their fancy foods, and music. They can dance those fancy dances and feel like they own the world. For us REAL women, we can enjoy the simple things in life.” La Diabla replied, then patted Kylie on the shoulder. She was really starting to like her and was happy she was getting to know her better. Then she heard someone coming down the stairs and saw that it was Vera. The mousy maid had a huge smile, and she stood at the bottom of the staircase. “Ok, the show is starting!” she whispered.
“Ladies! Tonight, our dear friends will attend the Grand Ball tonight. They look forward to having a good time and now I want to present to you, the fabulous four ladies! First, coming down the stairs, she is someone who we all know and love. One of the best workers around and such a beautiful person. I present to you, Bessie Johnson!” Vera announced. She liked doing these mock shows. It gave everyone a chance to have a good time with each other. She also got to help each of the ladies with their dresses and loved how each of them looked.
Bessie came down the stairs wearing her red evening gown, with a fancy hat on her head, and black leather boots underneath. The dress also had black trim, and she walked with grace down the stairs. She loved going to events with Phoebe and now that she was business manager, she didn’t have to go where the servants went to. She made it to the bottom of the stairs and saw both La Diabla and Kylie clapping for her and she grinned. She waved to them and then stood next to Vera for the next person to walk down.
“You look fantastic!! You are the most beautiful woman ever!” Kylie yelled out as she clapped. She was having fun at the moment and was happy to see Bessie look so good in her dress.
“Now, this next lady needs no introduction. She is one of the greatest ladies I have ever known. She is the youngest businesswoman in these parts after taking over Wellington Cattle company. She always graces us with her beauty, her charm, and her intelligence. Ladies, I give you Madam Phoebe Wellington!” Vera announced, then she started to giggle. She knew these styles of introductions were also going to happen at the ball, so this was a rehearsal for the four ladies.
Phoebe walked down the stairs gracefully and she blushed a little when she heard Vera’s words. Wearing a gold evening gown, with her hair up in a fancy bun, with a fancy hat, black high heel shoes that were mainly covered by the skirt of the dress, and a very large diamond necklace around her neck, she made it to the bottom of the stairs and saw both La Diabla and Kylie standing up and giving her an ovation. She couldn’t help but laugh because those two were being really silly. “hehehe you can sit down now.” she smiled.
“You look MAHVELOUS!!! You are truly a gift to us all….” La Diabla said in a mock fancy voice. She even clapped her hands like a rich person where it was a more polite clap. She loved this moment and really enjoyed this scene.
Phoebe shook her head and laughed. She then stood next to Bessie and couldn’t wait for her two guests to come down. This was their first ever ball and she hoped they were just as excited as she was. “Ok you two, now the real show begins!” she told them.
“Ladies, this next woman is someone very special to everyone here. Her spirit is beautiful, and she has the kindest heart of anyone that walks this earth. Hehehe It gives me such great pleasure to announce to you…….CHEYENNE!!!” Vera announced. She really liked talking to Cheyenne while she was staying in the mansion. She found her very cordial and engaging. She would talk to her while she did her chores and had to stop Cheyenne a few times from trying to help her. She adored her and she hoped she would have a great time at this ball.
Cheyenne carefully walked down the stairs in her fancy dress. It was an electric blue dress, that accentuated her skin tone. She also wore white silk gloves that went up to her elbows. She wore fancy black heels, which was a challenge because she never really wore heels. They were very large heels, and it made her walk very carefully down the stairs. Her hair was tied back and braided. She spent a few hours getting her hair done by Vera and she really liked how it turned out. She got to borrow a simple diamond necklace from Phoebe, and she had some makeup on her face. She made it to the bottom of the stairs and saw Phoebe, Vera and Bessie smiling at her. Then she looked over at La Diabla and Kylie and she felt nervous. “Um, how do I look?” she asked.
La Diabla saw Cheyenne walking down the stairs and she was stunned. She looked at her friend dressed in that blue dress and thought she was incredibly beautiful. There was always something innocent about Cheyenne. She also radiated such beauty. Her physical appearance was always beautiful, but her heart and her soul made her incredible. Now, she saw her in that formal dress, and she looked magnificent. She saw how her hair was done, and that diamond necklace stood out. Her jaw dropped and her breath was taken away. “Oh my goodness….Cheyenne. You….you are so beautiful.” she said in a stunned voice.
Cheyenne started to blush when she heard those words from her dear friend. She started to smile, and she lowered her head in embarrassment. She saw Phoebe, Bessie and Vera looking at her and they all had these wonderful smiles. She loved this feeling, and she felt really shy. “Thank you. I like my dress.” she said in a shy voice.
“Cheyenne, you look amazing! Wow, the tailor did an outstanding job!” Phoebe said as she looked at Cheyenne. She helped her get dressed, so she already knew what she looked like before she came down, but she was still so very impressed. She felt good inside because this young woman really stood out and she deserved to be so well dressed and looking perfect.
“You really are! Wow, that blue goes very well with you. You are so gorgeous my friend. Absolutely gorgeous!” Bessie said as she looked at Cheyenne. She always liked Cheyenne’s tribal dresses because they were always so colorful, and she looked amazing in them. But to see her in this formal gown and having her hair done, with some makeup on her, she thought she looked perfect.
“Thank you. All of you. I feel so shy right now. Hehehe” Cheyenne told the group. She was really excited about going to this ball and hoped it would be the memory of a lifetime. She then stood next to them because it was time for her best friend from school to come down the stairs.
“Finally, may I present to you a young lady that is so sweet, so smart and she has a heart of gold. We appreciate her coming to visit us here. Ladies, I present to you, Miss Molly Scofield.” Vera announced, then clapped her hands. She helped Bessie get Molly ready and she was excited to see the final product.
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Molly started to walk down the stairs, and she felt incredibly nervous. She wore a forest green evening gown with black gloves that went to her elbows. She wore black low-heeled shoes and her hair was up in a fancy bun with a fancy hat. She also wore a pearl necklace that Phoebe let her borrow for this occasion. She made sure she stepped carefully because she did not want to fall down the stairs in this very pretty dress. She really liked the dress that was made specifically for her and hoped everyone would like it as well. She made it down the stairs and saw everyone else in their dresses. She thought they all looked beautiful in them, and she prayed she looked decent enough for them. Phoebe, Bessie and Cheyenne were all very beautiful women, and she really hoped they wouldn’t mind being seen with her. She then looked at Cheyenne and saw the look on her face. She looked shocked and she started to wonder what was wrong. “How do I look? Do I look ok?” she asked in a timid voice.
“Molly…..you…..you look so beautiful.” Cheyenne said as she stared at her friend. She was so used to seeing Molly in her plain clothes. She didn’t care how she looked, she loved Molly for who she was. She knew her friend was always so self-conscious about her looks, and she always tried to reassure her. As she looked at her in that formal gown, with that hat, gloves and the pearl necklace, she really felt incredible happiness inside of her. She could see Molly’s eyes behind those thick black eyeglasses and thought she looked absolutely radiant.
“I do? I really look beautiful?” Molly asked. She was stunned to hear that compliment. She knew she wasn’t very attractive, so to hear that word made her feel a little nervous.
“Yes!!! Oh my goodness, that dress is perfect on you! Molly, you look stunning!” Phoebe said as she looked at the smaller woman. She knew Molly was always so shy and in Cheyenne’s letters to her, she would talk about how Molly was always so self-conscious about herself. She was such a loving person, but she would always think about the insults that schoolmate Pam would always tell her. She loved the way the green accentuated Molly’s looks and she loved it.
“It is? You guys think I look pretty?” Molly said, suddenly feeling happiness in her heart. Her entire life, she was often ridiculed for her looks. The other students would make fun of her glasses, and she always had clothes that were old. She grew up poor, so whenever she got new clothing, she appreciated it. She always thought the name “troll” fit her because of her stature. It wasn’t until she met Cheyenne that someone actually called her pretty. Now she saw the reactions of everyone, and she felt a glow in her soul. For the first time in her life, she felt pretty.
“You look absolutely beautiful. Molly, you are just so pretty right now. Come with me! Let’s look in the mirror together!” Cheyenne told her. She took Molly’s hand and pulled her with her towards a full-length mirror that was in the hallway. She wanted to see them together in these fancy dresses before they headed to a formal ball. She got to the mirror and stood next to Molly. She saw herself in the mirror and really loved the way she looked. Then she looked at Molly at her side and they were both loving their beautiful dresses. “Look at us, Molly! We look good! Hehehe” she said with excitement in her voice.
Molly looked at herself in the mirror and she felt herself smiling. She saw her dress, her hair and all the accessories and her emotions started to build. She loved the way Cheyenne looked in her dress. Her best friend was always beautiful, and that blue really took her beauty to another level. She kept staring at herself and she felt so good inside. She had never felt this way before, and she wanted to cry. “I….I look pretty.” she said in disbelief.
Cheyenne heard Molly’s words, and she felt her own emotions building. That was the first time she ever heard Molly say something positive about her looks. She looked over at her friend and saw her smiling. A true, genuine smile of happiness. She felt incredibly happy for Molly and wanted to make sure she let her know how she felt. She leaned towards Molly’s ear and whispered into it. “You are pretty. You have always been pretty. You are just seeing it now. You are beautiful.”
Molly felt herself about to cry because she felt so happy. She started to believe those words and that really touched her heart. She saw herself in that mirror and really liked it. Hearing those words in her ear meant the world to her. She looked at Cheyenne and saw her pretty face smiling at her. She had so much love for her at the moment and she held back her tears. “I am pretty, Cheyenne. I feel so pretty right now. Thank you. Thank you!” she told her with gratitude in her voice.
“Come on, let’s go.” Cheyenne told her then, interlocked her arm with Molly’s and headed back into the living room where everyone else was standing. She heard the group clapping for both of them and she felt shy and also very happy. She then released Molly’s arm and looked at her face again. She could see the emotion in those eyes, and she truly loved this moment for her friend. “You are going to be the Belle of the Ball! You are going to be the most beautiful woman in the entire room!” she told her.
“Yes, she will be. Molly, you look stunning. You really do. You will be the Belle of the Ball for sure.” Phoebe told her. She loved that look on Molly’s face and it touched her emotions. She could only imagine how the young lady must have felt, and she really wanted to make her feel special. “I also have some good news. You can keep both those dresses. They are yours to keep as a gift from me, and Bessie. I hope you have a good time tonight and never forget the memories you will make.” she told them.
“I can keep this dress? Really? T-Thank you, Phoebe. No one has ever done something like this for me. I really like my dress.” Molly said in surprise. She was finally going to have clothing that would be pretty. She wanted to cherish this dress forever. It made her feel special and really pretty. She felt already that this night was one of the best nights in her life. Everyone in the room thought she weas pretty and she had never had that happen before.
“Ladies, we all look perfect! I think our group will be the best tonight. Hehe. Now, let’s get in the carriage and make some memories. Kylie, are you ready?” Phoebe asked. She enlisted Kylie to drive the carriage for them this evening so that she could at least be with the other servants and have a good time. She really liked her and wanted to make sure she felt included in things.
“Yes, I am ready! All of you look absolutely magnificent! It will be my honor to take all of you. Ok, let’s go!” Kylie told them, then started to walk with them towards the door.
La Diabla was next to Cheyenne and Molly, and she loved the way both of them looked. She really liked how Molly looked and was happy to see her so excited. “You both look so amazing! I hope you both have a really good time. I should give you a stick so you can beat off all the men who will try and court you. Hahaha” she joked.
“Hehehehe You are too funny. I wish you could go too. I would love to see you in one of these dresses.” Cheyenne replied.
“Hahaha well, it is a nice dream to have, but it is not for me. But for you two, without a doubt you will be the most beautiful ladies there. I guess I will just stay here and maybe read a book or something. Haha” La Diabla smiled, then gave Cheyenne and Molly a hug. She then watched as they headed out the door and then turned back into the house. She couldn’t help but feel good inside as those two women were off to a new adventure and were going to make special memories. She was also excited because in a few days, she would leave for Plotsville. It was a personal trip for her, but she was also excited for the two ladies. They were making memories of their summer vacation, and she couldn’t be more excited.
Kylie made sure everyone got inside the carriage and then she got into the driver’s seat. She then got the horses to start moving and they were off to the ball that was located in the nearby town. She looked forward to it in a way. She wanted to party with the other servants because she knew their event would be more of what she wanted. She hoped to make a few friends and even have a few drinks. Then when she got back home, she was going to tickle Vera silly in their quarters and make that woman cum her brains out. “Hehehe this is going to be a night to remember!” she told herself as the carriage traveled away from the Wellington mansion.
Sylvia sat next to Agatha in the carriage as they arrived at the large Hall for the upcoming ball. She was dressed in the same uniform as Agatha’s actual servant, who was driving the carriage. Even though she would pose as a servant, she refused to be one. She was pleased with the proposal Agatha came up with and their numbers were better than Phoebe’s. She knew Christos Andino wanted this land and was willing to pay a lot of money to help Agatha buy it. She looked over at Agatha who was looking right back at her. She wondered what the woman was thinking. “Is there something on my face?” she asked.
Agatha’s concentration was broken, and she chuckled. She had been looking at Sylvia, still trying to get a read on her. She was a strikingly beautiful woman, who was also very mysterious. She didn’t even know her name. There was something ominous about her, and she couldn’t figure out what it was. She sensed danger from her, but with her business on the line, she just had to trust her. She was curious to see if this woman had any personality because if she was going to be working with her, she wanted to know more about her. “Hahaha no, you do not. I must say, even with you in my servant’s clothing, you look stunning. Where are you from?” she asked.
“From somewhere.” Sylvia responded coldly. She didn’t want any small talk because she was focused on her mission. She wanted to locate Phoebe Wellington and study her. She wasn’t going to kill her, but she wanted to study her and perhaps even play with her. Phoebe was the only one truly standing in her way to get the land, and she wanted a secondary plan just in case Agatha lost the bid.
“Ok, thanks. Listen, I don’t know who you are, or even your name. I would at least like to know a little about you. If we are going to be working together, I think we should at least be cordial with one another. We don’t have to be best friends, but to take down Phoebe, we both need to have some kind of united front.” Agatha told her. She hated being ignored and disregarded. She was still a very rich woman and would not stand for someone treating her like a commoner. This was a very important person that was going to help her with her company, but she still wanted to be treated as an equal.
Sylvia heard those words and sighed. She knew Agatha was right. She did have to work with this woman in order to make everything else work out for Christos and Priscilla Montenegro. She always liked to work alone, but in this case, she did in fact have to work with people. If Agatha changed her mind, then the plan would fall apart. She looked over at the mature woman and saw that she looked insulted. It was time for her to play nice and keep Agatha in line. “Ok, I am sorry. I am just so focused on tonight. You asked me where I am from. I was born and raised in New York City. I moved to Europe when I was old enough.” she answered.
“Ah, New York City, huh? That explains a lot. Hahaha” Agatha chuckled. She was happy that the woman was starting to be a little more friendly. She hoped that they could be great partners because she desperately wanted to defeat Phoebe at all costs. “New Yorkers are very strong-willed people.” she added.
“Yes, we do tend to be that way. I did like being in the city, but Europe was more interesting to me. This is my first trip to Texas. This is a fascinating place.” Sylvia added. She was starting to relax because she had to keep Agatha engaged. She figured small talk wouldn’t hurt. She engaged with Agatha a little more and found her to be somewhat interesting.
“Hahaha ah yes, I just hope our new President Benjamin Harrison, does a good job. This country is on the verge of global leadership.” Agatha finished when the conversation turned to politics. She was fascinated by this woman in the carriage with her as she spoke so intelligently. She wanted to find out personal information but had to be careful. This conversation was just an ice breaker, and she hoped to get to know her more. She then looked out the window and saw a familiar carriage. It had a large “W” on the side, and she knew who that was. “Well, well, well. Looks like Phoebe Wellington is here! Oh, and from what I can see, her betraying servant is here too! That little bitch Kylie is here!” she pointed out.
Sylvia looked over and saw the fancy carriage, and then saw the doors open. She stared intently at the passengers getting out. She saw a young lady with very thick eyeglasses wearing a forest green dress get out, followed by a Native American woman in a blue dress. Then she saw an African America woman in a red dress come out and finally, a young woman in a gold dress came out. She figured that it was Phoebe Wellington. She thought she looked very pretty and now her mind started to think about the things she could do to her. She wondered if Phoebe would make a great addition to Christos’ harem. That made her laugh to herself, and then looked back at Agatha. “Ok, I see her and her servant. I will be close to them and study her. I want to get a feel for her and see if I can get her to perhaps change her mind about buying the land. I will also, as a favor, take care of her servant for you. She’s cute. Hmmmm……I will think of something that will send her a very strong message about betraying you.” she told her.
“Good! Phoebe will be in the main hall, so if you plan to do something to her, be careful. Kylie will be with the other servants, so you can send her a message more easily. Hehehehe I hope you tell me what you do with them. Good luck!” Agatha said. She then watched as the mysterious woman left the carriage and seemed to blend in with the crowd. “That is one fascinating woman….” she said to herself as she exited the carriage.
Sylvia walked amongst the crowd of servants and staff for the ball. She kept her eye on Phoebe and her entourage as they made their way to the main Hall. It would be more difficult to follow her because she was sure to be amongst people. She slipped through the crowd and got close enough to the party walking. She figured she could still cross paths and make sure Phoebe saw her. She knew the woman would not really pay her any attention, but she would lay eyes on her and would see her again. She finally made her way to the entrance and then when Phoebe got close, she got onto her path, pretending she was a servant looking for her employer. She tried to “accidently” bump into her and make that eye contact. “Oh, pardon me, Ma’am! I am so sorry!” she said and then looked at Phoebe’s face.
“Haha You’re ok. Be careful. You are fine.” Phoebe told the servant. She saw the uniform and it looked familiar. She shook her head and continued to walk. She noticed that the servant was staring right at her and the eye contact she had was different. She did notice that the woman was very beautiful and wondered who she was. She then kept walking with Bessie, Cheyenne, and Molly as it was time to enter inside and get situated.
Sylvia had a wry smile on her face as she finally got to see Phoebe up close. She did find her very beautiful and now she thought about the fun she could have with her. That would have to wait for another time, because she had to go with the other servants. There was no way she would be allowed to enter into the main ballroom. She then spotted the young blond Kylie heading towards the servants’ area and she followed her. She figured it was time to have some fun at this event and would at least take care of one of Agatha’s problems. “Hmmmm Miss Kylie Rockford. I think you are going to have a very interesting evening.” she mused to herself as she headed towards the servant area.
Phoebe entered into the main foyer, and she felt excited. She saw all the other wealthy people and their entourages. Everyone was dressed formally, and the chatter was loud. She saw event staff walking around with trays of drinks and she just wanted to absorb the moment. She loved attending these events and hoped everyone would have a great time. She then turned towards her friends and saw their eager faces. They were all so dressed beautifully and had such beautiful smiles. “Ok ladies, we are here! Excited?” she asked.
“This place is……wow!!! I have never seen anything like this in person. I would read about these in books, but to be here, is unbelievable.” Cheyenne said as she looked around the Hall. She saw everyone in their fancy clothes, and everyone looked great. She could hear soft violin music playing and heard all the chatter. She watched as she saw women hugging, men shaking hands, and everyone seemed very joyous. She couldn’t wait to see how the evening unfolded. She hoped she would have great stories to tell everyone back home.
“I can’t believe I am here. I never dreamed I would be at something like this. Everyone seems so happy.” Molly said. Not in her wildest dreams did she ever think she would ever be at a ball. She kind of felt like Cinderella where she went from a poor background and ended up going to the ball. She started to think she was Cinderella and Phoebe was her fairy godmother. She giggled to herself and hoped at midnight, she didn’t turn back into her regular self and lost a shoe.
“Phoebe, this place is great! What do we do now?” Bessie asked. She remembered when Phoebe would attend these events, and she had to be with the servants. Now, she could be with all the honored guests, and it made her feel special. She felt good about herself and after that long and emotional discussion with Cheyenne in her room, she started to find herself letting go. She wanted to get back to being herself. She really enjoyed helping Molly get ready for the evening. She saw how shy she was, so she worked with her to make her look amazing. She still thought about it when Molly came down the stairs and showed everyone her dress. She felt proud because she helped that young woman feel beautiful. Now, she was ready to make some memories of her own at this ball.
“We sign in, then we go to our table. I know appetizers will be served, then dinner. After that, dancing will take place, and we can go about meeting and talking with others. I hope all of you have a great time tonight! Enjoy yourselves and remember, you belong here. You deserve this moment.” Phoebe told them. She then led them to get checked in and she felt excited. She knew this was going to be a great night. She was most excited to see how Bessie, Cheyenne and Molly would like to be here. It meant a lot to her that she gave these three women an opportunity to be with high society and make them feel included. Then she looked over and saw someone approaching. Her stomach started to churn, but she still felt confident.
“Well, if it isn’t Phoebe Wellington and her merry band. Hello….” Agatha said with a huge smile on her face. She knew her business proposal could possibly work with the help of a stranger and her employer. That move could potentially elevate her business and really crush the Wellington cattle Company. She walked with a confident stride because she had this plan, and Phoebe was none the wiser.
“Hello Agatha….” Phoebe responded. She didn’t want to engage with this woman, but it was a social event and knew she would be here. She saw her walking with such confidence, and it amused her. She knew Walden Beef company was struggling, but she still appeared so confident. She still thought about the fact that the woman tried to bribe her maid to stealing a patented design in order to hurt her business. She also loved the fact she helped cripple Agatha’s company with a false set of blueprints. That woman deserved it and now it was time to make sure Agatha knew her place in the business world.
“Nice to see you again. It has been quite some time. You look nice. For a whore….” Agatha said, with the insult coming as a faint whisper.
“It has been quite some time. What did you say at the end?” Phoebe asked. She heard some of it and could figure out what she had said. Her anger started to rise, but she had to control herself because she had guests with her from outside of the State.
“Nothing, hehehe. Are you hearing things? Anyway, I know we are bitter rivals, but tonight is a night for fun. I hope you enjoy yourself. Before I go, I do want to say that my company is making a comeback, and we will have such great competition.” Agatha told her with a sinister smile. She really wished she could see the look on Phoebe’s face once she purchased the land. She really started to hate this young lady, even more than her mother. She looked over and saw Bessie, but she also saw Cheyenne and Molly, so she had to remain cordial.
“Yes, it will be great competition. I am glad to see you so confident. After all, that devastating fire you had really hurt. You have to be careful when using new technology. Things could go wrong when not used right. Make sure you trust where it comes from…..” Phoebe said with a knowing grin. She saw the restrained anger on Agatha’s face, and she loved it.
“Yes, it was a setback. But we are recovering, and we will be stronger than ever. The way I see it, things will get much better for me, and I will bring you down. I hope no one you know ever betrays you. Because they will end up paying a price….” Agatha said. She thought about how the mysterious woman would do something to Kylie and prayed it would send a message. She then looked at the other ladies and smiled. “Enjoy your evening.” she told them, then walked away.
Cheyenne saw Agatha walking away and she smiled. She thought the lady was one of Phoebe’s friends because of the way they were both smiling. “She seems nice. It is great to see your friends.” she said innocently.
“Yes, Agatha is an OLD friend of mine. Come on, let’s go meet some others and have a good time!” Phoebe replied. She didn’t want to go into details with Cheyenne about her rivalry. This night was about fun, not business. She turned her head one last time and saw Agatha smiling at her. She had a very toothy, evil looking grin and it made her wonder what she was up to.
Sylvia entered the servants’ area with Agatha’s actual servant and looked around. She excused herself from the other servant and just walked around. She heard the happy chatter, and this was much different than the ball. These were people who enjoyed living even if they were employees. They had a certain level of living and enjoyed whatever they could do. She saw some people singing and dancing. It was very festive. Then she noticed a young blond woman by the bar. She looked like she was having some fun talking with some other random servant and it caught her eye. She then smiled because she recognized who the young woman was. It was Kylie Rockford, the same woman that Agatha detested. She figured she could have some fun with the woman and make her suffer for Agatha’s sake. It would also give her an opportunity to play with someone. After decimating April, she had the urge to play with another woman. Sylvia knew she had to play this right. This could be her only easy opportunity to play with Kylie because it would be more difficult to attack her at the Wellington mansion itself. She then left the area to scout around the premises. The ball was held at a large Hall, which meant there would be other rooms there. She wanted to find an isolated location so she could have some play time and not alert the entire place. She saw a hallway full of rooms, including a storage room and determined it would have to do. There was also excitement flowing through her. Playing with Kylie in the same location of a major event seemed fun and thrilling. The specter of possibly of playing with that woman under the noses of everyone else seemed to energize her. She then walked back to the festive area and started to approach the young woman.
Kylie finished drinking some water while speaking with another servant. She liked the atmosphere in this room. All the servants had some funny stories to tell, and she told a few of her own. These were all common people, so she connected with them rather easily. She hoped Phoebe, Bessie, Cheyenne and Molly were having a great time. She then saw someone approaching her out of the corner of her eye and she turned her head in that direction. She saw a rather attractive woman approaching her and she smiled. She saw the blond hair and the woman had a very pretty face. The woman was now in front of her, and she nodded her head. “Hello! How are you this evening?” she asked.
“I am doing good! This is such a fun party! Hehehe” Sylvia replied, trying to play the part of a servant. Now that she engaged with Kylie, it was now a matter of time before she could capture her and teach her a lesson. She thought Kylie was very cute, so playing with her was going to be really exciting.
“Yes, it is. To tell you the truth, I would rather be in here than in the main Hall. All the rich people can have their snooty food and music. In here, the REAL people have the best times!” Kylie responded. The woman looked really friendly, and she wanted to socialize with all the different people in the room. She then extended her hand for a handshake. “My name is Kylie. Kylie Rockford. What’s your name?” she introduced.
“Nice to meet you, Kylie! My name is Lauren. Lauren Jones.” Sylvia responded, using a fake name. She had more plans in the future so revealing her actual name could hinder her plans. She shook Kylie’s hand and for a servant, it was softer than it should have been. That gave her a tingle in her body because if her hands were soft, then surely other parts of her body were going to be soft.
“Lauren, it is my honor. Hahaha So, you wanted to get a drink? I hope I am not in your way.” Kylie asked since the woman did appear to be approaching the bar.
“Yes, let me get a drink. Let’s make a toast. To new friends!” Sylvia told her, really trying to play up the part to lure Kylie into a false sense of security. She got a drink from the bar and then clinked her glass off of Kylie’s and smiled.
“Yes, to new friends!!!” Kylie said with a smile. She liked this woman’s spirit and demeanor. She seemed really nice. So far, everyone she talked with in this area was very friendly and had positive energy. She then started to chat with her new friend, and they were getting along great. She told her funny stories about working at the Wellington Mansion and the woman told her funny stories about working on a farm. She heard a story about some farm hand falling into a pile of manure and she almost spit out her drink. “Hahahahah what? Are you kidding? He went headfirst into the pile of manure?? Oh wow, he must have been so embarrassed.” she giggled.
“Yes!! He was so embarrassed. The rest of us ran away from him like he was a monster. Hahahaha It was so funny!!!” Sylvia laughed as she told that made up story. She did enjoy interacting with Kylie and if she wasn’t on a mission and had plans for her, she would have liked to have a normal interaction with her. She was friendly and very down to earth. She was the type of person who she always enjoyed being around. It was now time to make her move because she didn’t want the event to end before she had her fun. “Hey, it is getting a bit stuffy in here and loud. How about we go into the hallway and get some air?” she offered.
“Sure, that sounds nice. Plus, some of them are getting a bit drunk. How they will attend to their employers later will be interesting. Hehehe” Kylie accepted. She then followed the woman out of the area and entered into a hallway. It was dimly lit but felt a nice nightly breeze there. She saw all the darkened rooms and she walked down the corridor, still chatting with her new friend. “This Hall is so big. You could get lost here! Hehe” she joked.
“I know! But this breeze feels good. Hey, I think we can hang out over there. Let’s chat for a bit. You know this party will end soon enough. Time always goes fast when you are having fun. Hehehe” Sylvia told her. She then guided Kylie towards a storeroom near the end of the long hallway and as her target was still chatting about something trivial, she looked back down the hallway to make sure they weren’t followed. It was now time to strike!
“It sure is dark around here. Hehehe” Kylie joked as she wondered why they walked so far down the hallway. Her mind started to imagine if this woman wanted to get her away from the servants’ area because she wanted to make out or something. She actually liked that idea because the woman was very pretty. “Hey, what’s inside this storeroom?” she asked.
“You’ll find out…..” Sylvia said and let Kylie go ahead of her. Once she was behind her, she quickly reached her right hand forward, and pinched a pressure point on Kylie’s collarbone from behind, and she felt her target collapse. She caught her in her arms and knew her victim was now unconscious. She felt a thrill in her body because there was no noise made. She then pulled Kylie into the storeroom, her boots dragging on the tiled floor and set her down for a moment. She managed to find a light switch as the Hall had electric lights, and the room was illuminated. She felt a thrill as this storeroom had many tables and chairs inside, including maintenance items such as rope. The tables were the kind where the legs folded and that gave her an idea. She looked down at a knocked-out Kylie and she looked so peaceful. She made her way towards Kylie’s feet and then grabbed her left ankle and lifted it into the air. She then started to remove the boot in preparation for what she wanted to do. “Hehehe now, let’s get you ready. I think I am really going to enjoy this…..” she said with a slight chuckle.
Kylie started to come to and let out a soft moan. Her brain was starting to reactivate in consciousness. She started to remember her last actions and tried to make sense as to why she was even waking up. She remembered walking through the hallway and seeing a storeroom. She was going to have a good time with a new friend she had met in the servants’ area. She remembered looking inside the storeroom and that was it. Her eyes fluttered open and she tried to look around. She noticed her head was by the ceiling, and then realized it was the floor. Her eyes started to become clear, and her heart started to race. She was upside down. She then tried to move her body in a panic and noticed she could not. Her brain started to come to full consciousness and noticed she could not move her arms at all! She tried moving her legs and they wouldn’t move either. Kylie tried to call out and noticed there was something in her mouth. Her eyes bugged out as she tried to figure out what was inside her mouth, preventing her from speaking. It was soft material, and she couldn’t quite place what it was even though it felt familiar. Then she heard something. She heard what seemed to be footsteps. This made her try to writhe around and she realized her upperbody could swing side to side, but her hands and wrists were behind her back. That really got her to panic. As she struggled, she felt like she was completely upside down, but at some kind of angle. The footsteps got louder and soon, some legs and some shoes appeared in her vision. Her eyes looked up and saw a beautiful face smirking at her. It was the other woman she was with! She started to grunt to get her attention so she could be rescued.
Sylvia looked down at Kylie and smiled. She loved how her prey was now awake and realizing her predicament. She always loved these moments. When her victims recognized their helplessness. She enjoyed tying Kylie up and gagging her. She had found a table that had legs that folded. She managed to fold one side of the legs, and the other side remained upright. It created a “washboard” of sorts, and Kylie was now at a 60 degree angle, with her head towards the floor. She tied her hands behind her back to give her easy access to her torso. She looked up at the body and saw the tied ankles at the top edge of the legs and table. She smiled when she saw Kylie’s feet. She had removed the woman’s boots, and her right foot had the sock on, and the left sock had been removed and stuffed into Kylie’s mouth. She saw those naked toes on the left foot and started to salivate about playing with that foot in due time. This situation reminded her of other victims while she was in Europe. This was for fun. It would help Agatha, but also give her some entertainment before she got deeper into her overall mission. Sylvia loved hearing those muffled grunts and confusion from Kylie. She had to gag her so that she couldn’t alert everyone to their presence in this storeroom. She had closed the door to the storeroom, but wanted to make sure Kylie’s screams were not heard. She then knelt down and stared at Kylie’s face. “You’re awake!! Did you have a nice nap?” she taunted.
Kylie was so confused at the moment. That woman was so friendly and engaging. Now she was looking at her in this situation and she seemed to be amused by it. She started to wonder if this woman was responsible for putting her in this situation. That got her thinking why would she do this to her? She didn’t have any known enemies, so why would this woman try to do this to her? She had no idea what was going to happen next and that frightened her tremendously. She started to grunt harder, demanding to get set free. “LET ME GO!!! GET ME OUT OF HERE! WHAT HAPPENED?” she screamed into her gag.
“Hehehe I bet you are wondering what happened, aren’t you? Yes, I can understand gag talk. Hahahaha Oh, in case you are wondering what I used as a gag, you should recognize it. It is your own sock….” Sylvia teased. She saw Kylie’s reaction and she chuckled. “Yes, your own dirty sock from that cute foot of yours is in your mouth.” she told her.
Kylie heard that from Sylvia and her brain then recognized the texture of the material in her mouth. She looked up towards her feet and noticed that her left foot was in fact bare, and her right foot still had a sock on. Her boots were off, and she wondered why they would be removed. The thought of her own sock in her mouth nearly made her throw up. “WHAT THE HELL??!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?” she demanded in her gag.
“Hehehe I have to admit Kylie, you were too easy. I easily lured you back here and now you are all tied up, and have nowhere to go. I bet you were thinking we were going to come back here and have such a good time. You might have even though we could make out. I saw how you looked at me. I admit you are very pretty, and you are right to some degree. There will be fun had in this storeroom, and there might even be some physical and sexual contact, but not in the way you think. I will truly enjoy this. You might, but you might hate me afterwards. Hahahaa I guess we will find out.” Sylvia told her in a menacing tone. She saw Kylie struggling again and loved the fact that her legs could not move. The torso could swing around, but since her arms were tied up, there would be no escape.
Kylie started to struggle in her bondage, doing everything she could to try and set herself free. She heard those ominous words and figured that this woman was going to do something to her body and that caused great fear within her. She saw the amused look on her face and had no idea what was about to happen to her. She also thought about what she meant by there would be physical and sexual contact? “LET ME GO!!! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?” she screamed into her gag.
Sylvia then sat down on the floor and got close to Kylie’s trapped form. She was slightly off to her right, which would also be Kylie’s right side. She then started to reach her hand forward and towards the stomach area. She wanted to test her new victim. She saw her struggling and that made her giggle to herself. Then she quickly poked around the stomach area and heard the panic in Kylie’s responses. “Hehehe such a tender belly you have. I thought servants would have firm stomachs. You look very young too. Too many sweet treats in the mansion, huh?” she teased.
Kylie felt those fingers poking into her stomach and she was shocked. This woman was trying to touch her, and she couldn’t stop her. She started to get even angrier when she heard those insults. She always felt she was in great shape and wanted to be like that because she wanted to dominate in some aspects of life. What also concerned her, and she was hoping that woman didn’t notice, but those pokes to her stomach slightly tickled her. She definitely did not want that humiliation to happen to her. The poking continued and she wanted to break free and harm that woman for doing this to her. “STOP TOUCHING ME YOU WHORE!!!” she grunted angrily into her sock gag.
“Hehehehe I’m a whore? That’s cute.” Sylvia giggled when she heard that muffled insult. She loved that she was already getting to Kylie and some of the physical reactions delighted her. She had plenty of experience recently and could feel those ticklish reactions. That got her really excited because she could really play with Kylie. She also loved the fact that Kylie was strong-willed. Most of her victims were usually timid, weak women who would fear her. That would make them break faster. However, with a strong-willed woman, she could torture her longer and when she broke her will, the sweeter the moment would be. She then paused her poking and looked at Kylie’s face. She could see the face glowing in anger and that got her a little giddy. “You are probably wondering why I even decided to have you tied up like this. It is simple, it is revenge. Not my own personal revenge, but someone wants revenge on you. I heard you were a very naughty girl, Kylie. You betrayed someone, and they wanted me to teach you a lesson. So, here I am! I really do enjoy teaching bitches like you a lesson. This is going to be a great time.” she told her.
Kylie’s mind started to race as she tried to imagine who on earth would want to do this to her. She thought of Vera, who she loved to dominate, but quickly dismissed that idea because her fellow maid LOVED what was happening to her sexually. She kept thinking about if she made anyone mad recently. She had no idea what this woman was talking about. She had good relations with everyone inside the Wellington mansion. She didn’t talk to anyone outside the mansion or the surrounding grounds, so she had no clue why this woman said she betrayed someone. She looked up at Sylvia and that smile on her face was starting to become unnerving. This woman planned to trap her and do things to her. Then she saw her hands moving towards her body again and she started to squirm as much as she could.
“hehehe look at you! Like a little worm on a fishing hook. You are going nowhere my dear. I just want to create an opening for me. I want to see some skin.” Sylvia threatened, then started unbuttoning the bottom part of Kylie’s shirt that was over her stomach. She opened the few buttons that were there and then pulled open the shirt. She smiled when she saw the pale, white skin underneath the shirt and saw the sweet navel. It was time to play with her toy a bit and send her a message about what was going to happen. She then poked her finger directly into the navel and did a quick swirl.
Kylie froze in a panic when she felt her shirt coming undone. She felt those buttons coming undone and when she felt the shirt getting pulled open and exposing her stomach, she lost her breath. She wondered if this woman was going to stab her. Then she felt the finger poke inside her navel and when it swirled, it sent a large number of ticklish shockwaves throughout her body. She did not expect that at all, and she let out a loud shrieking giggle. The finger left her navel, and she saw Sylvia’s eyes. She saw that shark-like smile on her face and the realization of what could happen to her hit her like a ton of bricks.
“Well, well, well. Miss Kylie…..don’t tell me you are……ticklish. Hehehehe Are you ticklish? Huh? Are you?” Sylvia taunted, then started to poke the belly button over and over. She could feel Kylie’s body starting to squirm around and she heard those giggles coming from under the gag. She felt a surge of energy in her body and knew this was going to be a very fun moment for her.
Kylie felt those repeated pokes in her stomach and now real panic started to set in. It appeared this woman was going to try and tickle her. That really frightened her because she was trapped. A few fun tickles amongst friends were fun, but to be tied down and tickled would be devastating. There was one time in her life where she was tied down and tickled. That was when she was caught trying to break into the safe in the Wellington mansion and was captured by Phoebe, Bessie and April. They had tied her to a chair and tickle interrogated her as to why she tried to break into the safe. She eventually broke and told them that she was hired by Agatha Walden to steal the blueprint for the refrigeration unit. The tickling was pretty horrible as she was sensitive to it. Then it dawned on her. She started to realize just who may have sent this woman to do this to her. It was most likely Agatha. She did “betray” her by giving her false plans after she was already paid for trying to steal from Phoebe. Kylie looked at Sylvia and could completely understand how Agatha would hire this woman to do something shady. If that was the case, and Agatha did in fact hire this woman to torture her, then she was truly going to suffer. The pokes felt more powerful because she was in panic mode, and she couldn’t stop giggling. “HEHEHEHEHE STOP THAT!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!” she screamed into her gag.
“Oooh!!! Listen to you panic! Hehehe Kylie is a TICKLISH little girl, isn’t she? She is soooo ticklish!” Sylvia taunted as she continued to drill her finger into the navel. She started to see Kylie shaking her head and her laughter started to get stronger. There was just something about the sound of her gagged laughter that got her excited. She then placed her finger around the outside edges of the navel and that forced a cute ticklish shriek from Kylie. She started to wonder who was more ticklish so far. Kylie, or her other recent victim, April. Both had blond hair, Kylie’s was a dirty blond, but both women had really nice hair. The blond hair of Kylie was “over” her head now and she saw the neck area. She then stopped her navel tickling for a moment and was curious about the neck. “Hmmmm…..I wonder if you are sensitive everywhere.” she mused out loud.
Kylie was trying her best to breathe through her gag. The navel assault drove her wild and she was happy it stopped. She felt herself breathing hard and she then looked at Sylvia’s face. She already felt embarrassed that she was laughing and hoped this woman would stop. “Come on…. You got to stop. Don’t tickle me…” she murmured through her gag.
“I can’t help myself. I like ticklish girls such as yourself. You have some really cute laughter. Hey, does this tickle?” Sylvia asked then lightly fluttered her fingertips of her right hand on the right side of Kylie’s neck.
That touch on her neck surprised Kylie and she tried to scrunch her neck. That sensation was surprisingly ticklish as she rarely got tickled on her neck. She started to feel the fingers now stroking her the left side of her neck and she let out a hissing sound. The sensation felt really annoying, even though it tickled her. “Hey!! Stop that!” she hissed through her gag.
“Hehehe that is annoying, isn’t it? That constant sensation on your neck can drive you wild. I like this. Aren’t you having fun?” Sylvia teased. She adored the reactions she was getting from Kylie. She figured she might as well have fun. She couldn’t imagine how upset Agatha was at Kylie, but it would allow her to torment her. She then held Kylie’s chin with her right hand, to prevent her from trying to scrunch her neck, then tickled the soft skin of the neck just below the chin. She heard those grunts and giggles, and she smiled. “Oh yes, I think I will have lots of fun with you!” she told her with great enthusiasm.
Kylie was starting to get angry as she felt her neck continued to be tickled and teased. She also heard Sylvia’s words, and it really started to anger her. She was used to being in control. She was used to the one who tickled others, not her being tickled. She was tickled by Phoebe, April and Bessie, but she felt she deserved it. But now, she was starting to get angry with this woman who did this to her. She thought about exacting revenge on her as soon as she was set free. She looked at the woman’s face and even though she was physically attractive, she wanted to see her suffer. Then she squealed very loud in her gag when those fingers suddenly left her neck and started to “lobster claw” her sides. That was very unexpected, and she exploded into hysterical laughter.
Sylvia laughed as she heard that desperate scream coming from Kylie. She loved her style of tickle torture. Her style was to randomly tickle someone anywhere at any time. That way the victim would not get used to the pattern, and then prepare to brace themselves. If she caught them off guard with an unexpected strike, the tickling would be worse. She dug her fingers deeper into the sides and that scream sounded wonderful to her. She could feel how strong the muscles were near the stomach, but they were very sensitive, nonetheless. She then stopped the lobster clawing and put her finger over her lips for a moment. “You know what? I have to apologize Kylie. I was tickling your sides, but it was through your shirt. I am supposed to tickle your bare skin! You have to forgive me. Here, let me take care of that mistake.” she told her, then started to pull the shirttails from under the jeans.
Kylie felt some relief as the brutal lobster claw tickling on her sides finally stopped. Those sensations really rocked her body, and she started to feel her body heat rising. She then heard those words, and she felt her anger again. Then she gasped in surprise when she felt the shirttails coming out of her jeans. She knew once the shirt was loose, then it would expose more of her skin. She looked up towards her waist and saw the shirt was from the inside of the jeans. She then watched in terror as the shirt was now being rolled up and towards her breasts. She could see her stomach clearly now and then felt the roll of her shirt resting on the underside of her breasts. “W-What are you doing? Leave my shirt alone!” she screamed into her gag.
“Awwww….poor Kylie is wondering what I am doing. I am exposing you, sweetheart. Hehehe By the way, you have a VERY nice looking tummy. So smooth and yet so firm. No wonder when my finger played with your navel, I felt some resistance. You have such a great body. I can only imagine what you look like naked. Hehehe” Sylvia threatened. She knew by just saying the word “naked”, she was going to make Kylie start to panic. She really wanted to torment her mind. She looked into Kylie’s eyes and saw how surprised she was. She then leaned her face closer to Kylie’s, but not close enough for the young woman could head butt her. “You know, I like that idea. What does Kylie Rockford look like naked? I wonder if she has a very pretty pussy. Hehehe” she teased.
Kylie felt her breath leave her body when she heard that threat. It was bad enough that she was tied up and tickled. It was bad enough this woman was taunting her. But to hear her mention being naked, that frightened her. She was tied down. She was helpless. She had already lost her boots and one sock that was now in her mouth. There would be absolutely nothing she could do to prevent this woman from stripping her naked. Now she felt really helpless and started to writhe in her bondage. “No!!! No!! Don’t you dare!” she screamed in the gag.
“What’s the matter, Kylie? You don’t want to be naked? I bet I could make you feel really good! Hehehe” Sylvia teased. She loved the reaction she was getting from Kylie, and it was time to have a lot of fun. She licked her lips and wanted to make Kylie think she was about to do something sexual to her. She then puckered her lips and got closer.
Kylie’s mind was on fire as she thought about the possibility of being sexually exploited. That was something she did to Vera! She couldn’t be that submissive pet to this woman. She kept thinking about how everything went wrong. She then watched as those lips were getting closer to her face and braced herself for a kiss. Then suddenly, she felt those lobster claws again and she exploded into hysterical laughter. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” she screamed.
Sylvia smiled as she heard that hysterical reaction. She loved setting Kylie up, then surprising her with a tickle attack. She looked at her fingers clawing away at that flesh and could feel Kylie tightening her belly area. She could see some of the muscles and was impressed that Kylie was very athletic in her body. She then moved her “claws” towards the hip bones, which she knew was a weak spot for her victims. This attack really seemed to get Kylie going and she saw the torso now flopping around like a fish out of water. She decided she would let Kylie figure out why that wasn’t a good idea, and she continued to apply pressure to her “claws”. “Hehehehe so ticklish! Kylie is a ticklish girl! Yes she is!!! Yes she is!!” she taunted.
Kylie felt those lobster claws on her hips, and it drove her absolutely wild. She could not handle that type of attack and now she was moving her torso all around. She then winced in pain when she felt her body landing very hard against the table, but her arms were behind her back. This caused pain in her arms and wrists, and she started to laugh hysterically, but also had yelps of pain. Then she felt a very strong jolt of ticklish energy tearing through her body and she froze in one place. The tickling was too much at this moment and she felt herself suffering.
Sylvia smiled as she could tell that Kylie figured out that she could hurt herself in this position by flopping around. Now that she kept herself still, she really applied pressure to her claws. The sound of that laughter let her know that she was really tormenting the young lady. She then removed her hands for a moment and let Kylie breathe. She knew there was more to come, and she also had to keep playing with her mind. She waited for Kylie to calm down a little, then she spoke. “So, enjoying yourself yet? You are without a doubt, a very ticklish little girl. Hmmmm….let me give you a choice. Would you rather have me tickle you again like that, or should I strip you naked?” she asked.
Kylie groaned when she heard that question. She was still trying to recuperate from that attack and now this woman was trying to keep torturing her. She wasn’t tortured very long, but it would get much worse as time went on. She did not want to be naked. That was not a good choice for her. “Leave…..me….alone.” she panted inside the gag.
“Hahaha that’s not an answer. Ok, I guess I have to choose for you. Let me see your pussy.” Sylvia said then reached towards the belt buckle on Kylie’s belt. She started to undo the belt and before she could begin to remove just the belt, she heard Kylie begging. She looked at Kylie’s glistening face and loved that look she had. “Yes?” she asked.
Kylie felt her belt buckle coming undone and that scared her to her core. This woman really wanted to see her private part. She couldn’t help but beg her. She did not want to be naked, and she did not want to be tickled. She wanted to get set free, then go back home to the Wellington mansion. “Please…I don’t want you to see my body. Just let me go!” she begged.
“Hehehe that is just not an answer. I guess since you made noise when I tried to see your pussy, I guess that means you want me to….tickle you!!!” Sylvia said with glee. She then started to run her fingers up and down the stomach area, just to throw in a different type of tickling. She had to keep Kylie guessing and this was another moment of doing so. Her fingers went up and down the stomach, first touching the rolled-up shirt, then right across the center of the stomach. She even focused on tickling that very delicate skin right below the belly button as well.
Kylie felt those fingers going up and down her belly and it drove her mad. Having her arms behind her back left that region completely exposed. She noticed the woman’s fingers were very strong and they were pressing into her flesh. They moved quickly over her skin and she just couldn’t stop laughing. It had been so long since she was last tickled, so her sensitivity was rising. She also felt embarrassed because no matter how hard she tried; she kept laughing. She could feel her hair starting to fly around as she tried everything she could to move her body and avoid those tickling fingers. Then the fingers touched the lower part of her ribs and that got her shaking a bit. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH STOP THAT!!! STOP TICKLING!! HAHAHAHAHAH A STOP!” she demanded in her gag.
“Stop? Why would I stop? We are having so much fun together! Hehehehe Wow, you are more ticklish than I thought. You look kind of tough. You look like you can handle yourself in a fight. But no, you are just a ticklish little girl. Hehehehe” Sylvia taunted. She could see that ticklish anguish on Kylie’s face, and she loved it. It was the way Kylie would move that excited her. Helpless ticklish victims were always so much fun. She then paused her tickling for a moment and looked upwards. She saw the naked toes on Kylie’s left foot and smiled. When she took the sock off, she liked what she saw on the foot. The skin on the bottom of the foot was a light pink, and the toes from the big toe to the ring toe were the same length, then the baby toe was much smaller. The big toe was very chunky, and she saw that pink skin and the pale color of the undersides. She wanted to tickle the foot right then and there, but she had to tie Kylie down. Sylvia figured she could threaten Kylie, then make her next move. “Poor Kylie, you can’t go anywhere. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. Just tickling. Hehehe Hey, I have another question for you. Do you have ticklish feet?” she asked.
Kylie felt a great sense of relief washing over her body as the tickling once again stopped. She felt her muscles tiring and even felt a little sore in the stomach area. She felt herself breathing hard and it felt like a workout. Then she heard the threat to her feet. Her eyes bugged out and she looked at her bare left foot. Her right foot still had the sock, but more importantly, both her boots were off, and her feet were vulnerable. She knew if her feet were tickled, she was doomed. She knew just how ticklish her feet were, and this sadistic woman would truly destroy her. She started to shake her head as she saw Sylvia starting to stand up. “No….no….no no no no NO NO NOOOOOOO!!!!” she screamed.
Sylvia heard those words, and she grinned. Kylie just gave away perhaps her greatest ticklish weakness. Tickling feet was a lot of fun and by Kylie’s reaction, she was going to be REALLY ticklish on her feet. She made a mental note to really torture Kylie when she got to her feet, but right now, it was time to throw a swerve at her young victim. As she stood up, she then placed her hand on Kylie’s pussy. She did a quick massage and looked down at Kylie’s face. “Oooh….I bet that felt nice…” she teased.
UP NEXT: The Finale!!!
Ok fans, how did you like this part? I hope you enjoyed the moment with the ladies getting ready for the Ball. After all they had gone through, they deserved that moment. I really hoped you listened to the soundtrack song for that moment as well. It is designed to amplify the emotion of the scene. It is a nice touch. Sylvia is now getting into her groove and she will continue to interject herself throughout the Phase. Just one more chapter of this series, then the next one will debut. That series is Becky Lockhart: The Ticklin' Thief. That should be fun as the story shifts to Plotsville. I hope you are all enjoying this ride and there is SO much more to come! Thank you for your support and your comments are most welcomed and encouraged.
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PART 7
Cheyenne walked through the long hallway, heading towards the small library inside the mansion. It was a quiet afternoon, and she wanted to go find a new book to read. Molly was taking a nap, and La Diabla went off with Kylie to go practice shooting guns. She noticed how much Kylie loved being around the outlaw and thought it was cute that La Diabla had a “fan”. She liked being in this mansion and found it very fascinating. Her summer vacation was already going well, and she still had to attend the ball that was coming up, then go visit Darby and Becky in Plotsville, then head to Mexico to see Bella, Veronica and Gabby. It was a nice adventure, and she knew that her and Molly would have great stories to tell when they went back to school. She was on the second floor where her guest room was and was headed towards the stairs. She then passed by a room, and she thought she heard something. Cheyenne stopped walking and listened to the sound. It was faint, but she could tell it sounded like……crying. That made her go back a little and noticed that one of the doors was slightly ajar. Her eyes opened wide as she noticed this was Bessie’s room! She put her head closer to the door and she did in fact hear some crying. That made her heart feel sad because it sounded like Bessie was crying. She slowly opened the door and looked inside the room. From there, she saw Bessie on her bed, her back towards the door, and her legs were curled up and she could see the bottoms of her socks. The crying didn’t stop, and she became worried about her friend. “Bessie? Is that you? Is that you crying?” she called out.
Bessie heard Cheyenne’s voice, and she felt ashamed. She did not want anyone to know she was crying, and she must have not closed the door all the way. She quickly wiped her eyes with her hands but stayed in this fetal position on the bed. She had to play it off so that Cheyenne wouldn’t worry about her. “Huh? No, I am not. I am just trying to take a nap. Thank you, Cheyenne.” she said.
Cheyenne knew Bessie was not telling the truth because she heard distinct crying. She also noticed that Bessie did not turn around and face her when she responded. She saw her hands go to the face and that only confirmed her friend was in fact crying. She went all the way inside the room and closed the door behind her. She walked up to the bed and saw Bessie’s body. She wanted to hug her and comfort her. “Hey, I heard you crying. Are you ok? Bessie, are you alright? What’s the matter?” she asked in a caring tone.
Bessie wanted to cry again because she could hear that tone in Cheyenne’s voice, and she knew her friend cared about her. She was still mad that she was caught crying because she wanted to hide her pain from everyone. Now that Cheyenne was in the room, there was no chance of her convincing her that she was ok. “I’m ok, Cheyenne. Please, I-I just want to be alone for a moment. I will be with you in a few minutes.” she told her.
Cheyenne’s heart sank because the sound of Bessie’s voice was sad. She then walked to the other side of the bed and now saw the front of Bessie. She could see her face and could see the wet tears on the cheeks. She knelt down and got closer to Bessie’s body. She reached her left hand forward and gently rubbed Bessie’s right shoulder. “Bessie, you look so sad. I want to help you. What’s the matter? You can tell me.” she said to her as she continued to rub the shoulder.
Bessie felt that warm hand on her shoulder and she let another tear fall. Cheyenne was so caring that she knew she was so concerned about her. She really started hating herself for getting caught, but now that she was, she knew she would have to talk to Cheyenne because she was not going to go away. She opened her eyes and saw Cheyenne there. She saw the look of concern on her face and she wanted to just go into a hole and hide. “I don’t want you to see me like this. I’m sorry.” she apologized.
“Bessie, I want to help you. You are my friend, and I love you. I don’t want to see you cry. Come on, you can tell me. Let me help you.” Cheyenne offered. She saw the fresh tears and whatever was bothering Bessie, it was really affecting her deeply.
Bessie heard those kind words and knew how much her friend loved her. She loved Cheyenne to death and wondered if she should just open up to her. Maybe it was time for her to let some of this trauma out of her. She couldn’t tell Phoebe what was bothering her, but with Cheyenne she possibly could. She slowly lifted herself up and then managed to sit on the edge of the bed. Her pillows were to her left and she patted her right hand on the bed for Cheyenne to sit next to her. “Thank you, Cheyenne. You are too sweet. I just have some things I am dealing with, that’s all. I appreciate you for caring about me. I love you too.” she said in a low voice.
Cheyenne stood up for a moment, then sat next to Bessie. Her friend was on her left side, and she leaned closer to her. She just wanted to hug her and make her feel better. “Can you tell me what is bothering you? What can I do to help you? You can trust me. You can tell me anything. You know I will never judge you.” she asked.
“I know….you are the sweetest person I know. I am afraid to tell you, but you have always been so kind to me. I know we will always have this connection with each other. I don’t know if you can help me, but, if you swear to never tell another soul, I will tell you what has been bothering me.” Bessie told her. She felt herself getting emotional because she was going to tell someone else for the first time how she felt ever since she was kidnapped by Thalia.
“Of course you can trust me. I won’t tell anyone. It will be just between you and me. We already have secrets between us, remember? Hehe” Cheyenne said with a small laugh. She wanted to brighten the mood and make Bessie more comfortable.
“You’re right. We do have secrets together. Well, I guess I should tell you. It stays inside this room.” Bessie told her. She looked into Cheyenne’s caring eyes, and she felt nervous. She took a deep breath and then she started to tell Cheyenne her story. She told her how she was kidnapped and when she was in that dirty cell in the old fortress near Ciudad Del Reina. She told her how scared she was and didn’t know where she was. She told her how she felt so lonely, and she thought there was a possibility she could die. She proceeded to tell her that Thalia purposely wanted to kidnap her to lure Darby to Mexico.
Cheyenne listened intently and heard Bessie telling her story. She remembered some parts of it when the entire story was told by everyone involved that the first night they all had dinner in the mansion. She could hear the sadness in Bessie’s voice and could tell how hurt she was. It was different than the first night. When Bessie said words, she hid her pain. Now, she was showing how she really felt during that horrible ordeal. She then felt her heart sink when Bessie started to talk about how she was tortured by the Greek bounty hunter. She felt her own emotions flowing when she heard how ruthlessly Bessie was tickled by Thalia. She heard in great detail how she was tortured and that really hurt her soul. She could see Bessie crying again, and she held her hand, trying her best to comfort her as she recounted her experience. When she heard the details, it reminded her of her own torture back in Santa Selena when Helga the Russian bounty hunter stripped her naked and tickled the life out of her. “That is so terrible. I am so sorry Bessie that you had to go through that.” she said softly.
“That’s not the worst of it. When she was tickling me, she also played with my body sexually. It was horrible, Cheyenne. She played with all my private spots. She made me feel things that I just could not control on my own. The way she touched me, the way she dominated me. She even made me say things just to humiliate me in front of everyone else. She made me say things like I would have oral sex with every woman in the room just to get her to stop tickle torturing me. It hurt me to say that. It hurt me really bad.” Bessie told her. She could feel her tears falling again as she remembered how she felt at that moment.
“Poor Bessie….I am so sorry that happened to you. That was absolutely terrible that she made you do that.” Cheyenne said in a comforting voice. She felt her emotions starting to explode because the way Bessie was telling the story, it sounded just like how Helga tortured her. She was tickled all over her body, and even played with sexually. It seemed these bounty hunters knew how to destroy women.
“Then she made me have an orgasm. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t help it. She forced one out of me and I had an orgasm in front of all these people. But what really hurt me, and why I have been so sad over these last few months was what she did to me to finish me. She put some kind of itching cream on me. It really drove me crazy. I was willing to do anything to get it to stop. I didn’t care anymore. She even made me admit that…..I’m a whore. She made me say it to make the itching stop.” Bessie explained. Now she really felt her tears flowing because that memory broke her. She remembered how desperate she was to have that itching stop and saying she was a whore was her chance to save herself.
Cheyenne felt a tear fall down her cheek as she listened to Bessie’s story. She knew that kind of sexual humiliation and knowing that Bessie went through something like that truly broke her heart. After it happened to her, she didn’t want anyone else to ever experience that. “That’s so terrible…” she whispered.
Bessie started to sob as the painful memories were fresh on her mind and she was having trouble telling the story. She thought back to those desperate screams she did. The way Thalia would not stop tormenting her. The way she was used and humiliated. She put her head in her hands and just let the tears flow. This was crushing her, and she just could not stop crying. “I am a whore, Cheyenne. I am a whore like Thalia said I was….” she cried.
Cheynne was stunned when she heard Bessie calling herself a whore. She couldn’t believe why Bessie felt that way about herself. She listened to the crying that became heavier and more emotional. Bessie was in serious emotional pain, and she could feel it. She moved herself closer to Bessie and held her tighter. “Bessie…..you are not a whore. You can’t believe anything Thalia said. She said it to hurt you.” she whispered to her.
“You don’t understand! I AM a whore….” Bessie cried. She was retelling her story, and she was allowing all of her pent up emotions to come out. She thought about that day with Thalia. How ruthless she was. the fact that she had to admit that she was a whore. She had begged to perform oral sex on every woman. She knew she had plenty of sex with other women well before Thalia entered the picture, including the woman right next to her in the present. “I had sex many times….” she followed up.
“That doesn’t make you a whore. Why would you believe that about yourself? You are one of the best people I have ever known.” Cheyenne said, doing her best to try and comfort her friend. She then remained quiet to allow Bessie to cry. She wanted her to just let herself go and get that pain out of her system. She felt herself getting to be emotional because this was a lot of pain. She knew how Bessie felt because she had to go through the same thing. She had so much pent-up trauma, that it came out during that confrontation with Priscilla where she nearly killed her. She remembered how hard she cried in Darby’s arms.
Bessie felt Cheyenne’s holding her tighter and she felt some relief. She was crying very hard, but it was nice that someone was holding her because she desperately needed that comfort. It had been so many months of her trying to hide her emotions. She would cry sometimes, but right now, after telling someone else her pain for the first time, all of her emotions poured out. She then leaned her head on Cheyenne’s shoulder and allowed herself to cry freely and without judgment. Ten minutes passed by, and she let the crying stop for a moment. She was surprised that Cheyenne didn’t keep talking to her, she just let her shed her tears. She started to get a hold of herself and lift her head. She looked over at Cheyenne and saw how sad her face was. “I’m sorry….” she whispered.
“You have nothing to be sorry about. You have so much pain inside you. Let it all out. It is ok. I am here for you. I want you to know that I love you and will help you any way I can.” Cheyenne said softly. She could see those tear-stained cheeks and the red eyes of her friend. She thought about her friend Molly and how she would cry whenever Pam would call her a troll and all the horrible tickle torture experiences she went through. She never liked seeing her friends in pain, so this moment weighed on her. She held back her own tears, but one started to slip and it rolled down her left cheek.
Bessie saw that tear streaking down Cheyenne’s face and her heart sank. She knew Cheyenne cared about her so much and she was grateful to her. “Don’t cry, Cheyenne. That’s my job…” she said with a slight smile.
Cheyenne wiped her tear and she smiled a little. Seeing Bessie smiling just a little bit made her feel better. She hoped this meant that Bessie was ready to recover from her trauma. Well, you did get my shoulder wet, but you are forgiven.” she said with a slight smile.
Bessie looked over at Cheyenne’s left shoulder and could see her shirt was a little damp from her tears and that made her giggle a little. She wiped the shoulder, trying to somehow get it dry. “I’m sorry….I am just a crybaby.” she said with a slight smile.
“No, you are not a crybaby. I was just kidding. You can wet my shoulder anytime you want to.” Cheyenne smiled back. She then wrapped her arms around Bessie and gave her a kiss on her left cheek. “You are going to be ok. Just let it all out. It will make you feel better. It helped me….” she whispered into her ear.
Bessie felt the love in that hug, and she got emotional. She heard Cheyenne’s words, and it made her remember that Cheyenne had also endured a horrific torture at the hands of Priscilla Montenegro and Helga. She remembered how much she was tortured physically, emotionally and mentally. This young woman went through a lot and their trauma was similar to each other. They were both going to be made into sex slaves but were rescued. If there was anyone that could know how she felt, it was this same woman that was hugging her. The hug broke and she felt a lot of love for her friend. “That’s right. You went through so much a year ago. I hope I didn’t make you sad. I’m sorry.” she said softly.
“Bessie, stop apologizing. It is ok. I do know how you feel, so it is ok to cry and let it all out.” Cheyenne told her. She hoped that by talking about what happened, Bessie could start to heal. She remembered when she told La Diabla about how she nearly killed Priscilla and that really helped her. She remembered how Darby was there for her when it happened, and how much that helped her recover. She wanted to do the same. “Just remember, whatever Thalia told you, she did it to hurt you.” she said.
Bessie loved hearing the sound of Cheyenne’s voice and her words. She knew the young lady was helping her, and figured she should just talk about it and hope she could recover just like her. She seemed so much more confident and stronger since she last saw her physically almost a year ago. She heard those words and nodded her head. It was time to tell Cheyenne exactly what she was thinking and hoped it would make her feel better. “You don’t understand, Cheyenne. When she made me say that about myself, it really hit me deep. It made me think about my life up until this point. I-I have had many sexual encounters, with many different women.” she told her.
“That doesn’t make you a whore. I know any sex you had, it was because both of you enjoyed yourself and you did it with some love involved. I know how you are. I know while you are in those moments, whoever you were with could tell just how special and amazing you are.” Cheyenne told her. She thought about her own sexual encounter with Bessie while she was still a prisoner in Santa Selena. That was the only time while in captivity that she enjoyed herself.
Bessie blushed a little as she heard those very kind words. It still didn’t make her think differently, but she loved how Cheyenne was doing her best to comfort her. Her mind raced and wondered if she should just tell her about her encounters so Cheyenne could understand why she felt this way. She felt nervous because she was going to reveal names, but she sensed that it would remain very private and could possibly help her heal. “Thank you for your very kind words. I don’t know if I deserve them but thank you. Cheyenne, I am going to tell you about my experiences. Before I do that, I need you to promise me you will keep this private. No one, I mean, NO ONE can know about this, ok?” she asked.
Cheyenne could hear that tone in Bessie’s voice and could sense she was about to hear some very personal details. She wanted to help Bessie at all costs, so promising her would be easy. “Bessie, yes, I promise. I will keep anything you say private and between just me and you. Just like we did when we were in Santa Selena.” she reminded her.
Bessie remembered that secret to one another that they made back in Santa Selena. She nodded her head, then took a deep breath. It was time to admit to someone else who she was involved with, and perhaps that would show Cheyenne why she thought she was a whore. She looked at that pretty face and exhaled. “Ok, I am going to tell you who I had sex with. You know these people. Please, keep this confidential.” she warned.
Cheyenne’s heart raced when she heard that she knew who the people were. Now it was getting intriguing and wondered who Bessie was with. She heard the first name, which was Phoebe, and that didn’t surprise her completely. Those two seemed really close, so it made sense. Then she heard the next name, and her jaw dropped. It was Gloria Wellington, the mother of Phoebe! That one just blew her mind away because Bessie had sex with both mother and daughter. She was relieved to hear that neither knew of each other having sex with Bessie, which was good. Then she heard Darby’s name and that surprised her. Then she remembered Darby was a maid in this same house, so that is probably how it happened. Then she heard a name she didn’t know, which was Bertha from Bessie’s hometown of Brusheville. Then she started to blush when her name was mentioned, which took her back to their experience together in Santa Selena. So that was five women that Bessie had sex with and now she understood why she was feeling that way. “I will admit, those are surprising names. Wow, Gloria and Phoebe? In this house? Wow.” she said in surprise.
Bessie felt very embarrassed after revealing all those names. It confirmed her thinking that she was a whore and wondered if Cheyenne would start to see that and think differently of her. She lowered her head and expected Cheyenne to shame her. “You see? I had sex with all of them and I loved each of those moments. I told you. I am a whore.” she said, then started to feel the urge to cry again.
Cheyenne heard the pain in Bessie’s voice and wanted to comfort her again. She took both of Bessie’s hands with her own hands and looked at her sad face. “Bessie, that still does not make you a whore. When I think of a whore, I think of someone who has sex but no passion for the other person. They just do it for their own self-gratification, or to make money. Emotion is not part of it. From that list of names you just told me, I know it was all about relationships and connections with one another. You did it because at those moments, you were enjoying yourself, but you truly cared about the person. I will admit, Gloria is surprising, but I remember you telling me how much you liked her before you found out what she was really doing. Can I tell you something?” she asked.
Bessie really felt like crying after hearing Cheyenne’s words, but with happiness. This young woman wasn’t judging her. She didn’t seem like she was disgusted. She was very loving and that felt amazing to her. She saw the look on Cheyenne’s face and could tell she was emotional too. She heard her question, and she wondered what she was going to reveal. “Yes, of course. Tell me. I promise I won’t tell anyone too.” she answered.
“Well, I have had my own sexual encounters. Most of them were due to another woman trying to hurt me, but there were two of them I truly cherish. One of those experiences was with you.” Cheyenne told her. She started to feel her emotions boiling over because she remembered that moment with Bessie in Santa Selena. Now, she was going to be able to tell her how she felt. “When I was a prisoner, I felt so sad. I felt so alone. Helga really tortured me. She made me feel like such a weakling. She broke my spirit. Priscilla was always cruel to me. She hated me. She wanted to hurt me as much as she could. That day, when we were in that room, she wanted to humiliate me. You were told it was a friendly game, but she wanted to see me suffer. I was so sad; I was so scared. I had to be naked in front of you and Gloria. I was in so much pain. However, when we interacted, you were so kind to me. You showed me so much love. I know you did not know what was truly happening to me. You just wanted to have fun and play. You made me feel loved in my darkest times. I felt safe with you. I felt comforted by you. You encouraged me and you supported me. I will NEVER forget that time with you. I felt special and I truly felt cared for.” she said, then her tears started to come down.
Bessie heard Cheyenne’s story, and she started to get emotional as she saw the tears falling down her face. Hearing how she comforted Cheyenne in her worst moments really touched her heart. She remembered that game and knew something was off. Cheyenne seemed so cute and shy but could tell there was just something off. Priscilla seemed to be mean to her, which was different than how she and Gloria interacted. “I remember that….I could tell something was wrong.” she whispered back.
“Yes, but you….you made me feel good. You made me feel so comfortable. I actually enjoyed my time with you. For moments, we were inside our own world having a good time. Being with you in that setting when it was just me and you interacting, it felt really nice, and I like that memory.” Cheyenne told her with a smile. She could see Bessie starting to smile a little and that made her happy. She was really hoping her words could help Bessie in her time of need.
Bessie thought back to that moment with Cheyenne. She remembered that cute laughter. She remembered that smile she had. Not in a million years did she think Cheyenne was some kind of prisoner during that moment. She felt so alive and had fun. Now, she was hearing Cheyenne telling her how special it was. That made her start to think that all of her encounters were like that, even with Gloria Wellington. Each interaction always brought the greatest feelings, and she enjoyed them all. “You are so kind. Thank you for saying that.” she told her.
“No, thank you, Bessie. You helped make a scared woman feel so safe and happy during one of the worst times of her life. You are truly a blessing to everyone that knows you. You might think you are that nasty name, but you are not. You are one of the most loving, kind, and amazing human beings ever. I know I love you for that, and I am sure everyone else does too.” Cheyenne told her. She then let go of Bessie’s hands, and then leaned forward and hugged her. She wanted her to feel loved at this moment.
Bessie felt that hug and she started to cry. It felt good to hear that she was a good person. That people did care about her and thought highly of her. This moment made her realize that her sexual interactions were very special to her. The tears flowed from her eyes as she felt grateful for this young woman who was hugging her. “Thank you, Cheyenne. Thank you so much. I love you…I love you so much.” she cried.
Cheyenne heard those cries, and she started to let her tears fall. She really wanted Bessie to feel better and hoped she had helped her. Then, the hug broke and she looked at Bessie’s face. She could see her crying, but she also had a smile. It appeared that she might be getting better. She also knew the trauma didn’t just go away, but the healing process was started. “Remember, you are not that word. You are loved.” she whispered.
Bessie heard those words, and her heart felt really good. She wiped her tears and tried to hold in her emotions. She wanted to cry happy tears because this beautiful lady was helping her, and she felt grateful. She started to think that telling someone what she was going through did help her start to heal. “You are amazing, Cheyenne. You have no idea how much your words and you listening to me helped me. You have grown so much. You are a strong young lady. You truly are someone special and I am glad we are friends.” she told her.
“Thank you. I am glad we are friends too and we will be friends forever. I love our letters to one another. I always look forward to you telling me about all the hard work you do. You and Phoebe have done an amazing job together. I am happy for both of you. You both deserve it.” Cheyenne said with a smile. She started to see the joy return to Bessie and that made her very happy.
“Thank you. It is a lot of work. But we manage….” Bessie responded. She then saw Cheyenne’s smile and that filled her heart with warmth. She thought about how she made her feel safe during that moment together. It was a horrible time for Cheyenne, but she helped give her a positive message. “I am also happy to know I made you feel good during that time. I just wanted to have some fun. Besides, you were so ticklish, I couldn’t help but enjoy making you laugh. Hehe” she giggled.
“hehehe yes! I remember that feeling of you tickling me. You were so good at that!” Cheyenne giggled. She saw Bessie smiling and now she really felt good.
“Yes, I got you really good! Hahaha I did win that contest after all! Hehe” Bessie joked.
“You did…but I got in some good tickling moments on you too! I am not the only one in this room that is ticklish. Hehehe” Cheyenne joked back.
“Hey, are you still ticklish? Hehehe” Bessie asked, then looked at Cheyenne’s sides. She started to crave hearing that laughter again, and to change the mood in the room. She wanted to have a little fun with her friend that she hadn’t seen in such a long time before this visit.
“Um…..Bessie. Don’t you get any ideas! Hey! Bessie!! No don’t HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Cheyenne laughed as she felt Bessie’s hands gripping her sides. She had seen Bessie looking at her body and before she could get away, she felt these hands on her sides, sending her into hysterical laughter.
Bessie reached forward and started to squeeze Cheyenne’s sides. That urge to tickle her grew instantly when she mentioned it and now, she heard that sweet laughter once again. She felt Cheyenne’s body falling back onto the bed and she took advantage. She then climbed on top of her and started to squeeze and tickle her sides and her ribs. She felt Cheyenne’s arms feebly trying to stop her hands, but it was no use. She saw that pretty face in ticklish agony, and it felt amazing to tickle her. “Hehehehe You ARE still so ticklish!! Listen to you laugh!” she laughed.
Cheyenne felt those hands on her ribs, and she lost it. The sensations were very strong and now she was trapped. She looked at Bessie’s face and could see how happy she looked. Her mind was in hysterics, but she also felt that she should just allow Bessie to tickle her for a little bit. It would change her mood for the better, even at her own ticklish expense. She started to kick her legs a little and the fingers were now really pushing into her ribs, sending very strong ticklish shockwaves into her body. “HAHAHAHA BESSIE!!! I’M TICKLISH!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA” she screamed.
Bessie couldn’t help but laugh when she heard those screams. She thought it sounded very cute and she realized just how much she enjoyed tickling Cheyenne that time in Santa Selena. She felt energized and excited by hearing that very cute laugh. She then moved her hands towards the stomach area and that got a nice reaction from her friend. “What do we have here? Do we have a ticklish tummy? Hehehehe” she teased.
“HAHAHAHAHA NOT MY TUMMY!!! BESSIE!! HAHAHA NOT MY TUMMY!!” Cheyenne screamed in laughter. She was surprised by the amount of energy and enthusiasm that Bessie had at the moment. She started to try her best to squirm around, but with Bessie on top of her, she was trapped. The tickling was very powerful, and she just laughed herself silly. She then did the one thing she could only do. She reached her hands up and placed them on Bessie’s sides. She then started to squeeze them, hoping it would tickle her friend.
Bessie felt small hands on her sides and when they started to squeeze, and an incredible amount of ticklish energy shot right through her body. She never expected Cheyenne to tickle her back! “What the? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA CHEYENNE!!!” she called out and her hands left Cheyenne’s body.
Cheyenne felt a sense of relief that those hands of Bessie were no longer tickling her, and her own hands were now tickling Bessie. She heard laughter and she felt a surge of energy in her body. She figured that since she was being tickled, she might as well do the same to Bessie. “Ah ha!!! Look who is ticklish!! Hehehe tickle, tickle, tickle!” she taunted.
Bessie was sitting upright on Cheyenne, and she felt those hands really digging into her sides and causing her to nearly fall over. She tried to pull those hands off of her, but she was off balance by the tickling. She felt her laugh getting stronger and for the first time in months, she felt a true sense of joy. The laughter she had flowing at the moment was the strongest she felt in such a long time. She looked down and saw that look of determination on Cheyenne’s face. It was as though they were in another contest and her little friend was trying to win. “HAHAHAHAHA ARE YOU REALLY HAHAHAHA TRYING TO TICKLE ME?? HAHAHAHAHA YOU CHEATER!!!” she laughed.
“Cheater? Hehehe how am I cheating? I am just getting you back! Now, let’s see how ticklish you really are!” Cheyenne teased. She then started to move her body to the side, so she could get Bessie to fall off of her and onto the bed. She figured it was time for a full tickle fight and she wanted to win. When she got to her side, she then felt a hand grip on her side once again and she froze. That hand then squeezed her right near the hipbone, and she squealed in ticklish terror! “NOOOOOOO!!! HEHEHEHEHE NOT THERE!! NOT THERE!! HEHEHEHEHEHE” she squealed.
“Gotcha!!! Now, let’s see how ticklish YOU really are!” Bessie teased. She felt Cheyenne trying to turn her body underneath her to knock her off, but when she got to her side, she saw her opening and grabbed that exposed side of the body. That also forced Cheyenne to turn all the way over and now she was on her stomach. This was the perfect position because now Cheyenne couldn’t tickle her back on her upperbody. She then used both of her hands and squeezed the poor girl’s sides. “I got you now!!! Hehehehe tickle tickle tickle!! No escape for you now! Just TICKLES!!” she taunted as she squeezed with more force.
Cheyenne felt those fingers now running up and down her sides and she started to squirm like a fish out of water. She couldn’t help but laugh and kick her legs as the ticklish feeling started to overtake her. She desperately tried to crawl out from under Bessie, but it was no use. She was getting tickled and there was not much she could do about it. “Hehehehehehehe Bessie! Mercy!!! Mercy!!!” she begged.
Bessie laughed when she heard Cheyenne begging for mercy. She loved the way the body beneath her was squirming around and the sound of that laughter was very hypnotic. She then paused her tickling for a moment, then leaned her body down. She put her head next to Cheyenne’s head and saw her right cheek. She gave that cheek a kiss and then whispered into her ear. “Thank you, Cheyenne. I hope you are having fun right now. I love your ticklish laugh. It has been such a long time since I heard it.”
“Hehehe I guess you’re welcome. I am having fun, but it would be more fun if I was tickling you. Hehehe” Cheyenne giggled. She loved that kiss on her cheek, and she felt nervous after telling Bessie she wanted to tickle her. That usually invited another round of tickling, and she prepared her body for it as best as she could.
“Oh, you think so? I don’t think it would be. Hehehehe In fact, let’s find out how long you can take it!” Bessie threatened, then started to drum her fingers up and down the sides again. When she saw Cheyenne’s arms trying to clamp to her sides, she laughed. She absolutely loved this feeling. It was a long time since she tickled someone. Then she saw her opening. The armpits were exposed, and she quickly placed her fingers in those armpits and tickled them.
Cheyenne’s eyes bugged out when she felt those fingers in her armpits, and she wasn’t expecting that. She was expecting her sides to be tickled, but now that it was her armpits, she shrieked in ticklish agony. “HAHAHAHAHA BESSIE!!! NOT THERE!!! NOT THERE!!!’ she screamed and then started to buck her body violently as the tickling consumed her.
Bessie laughed hard when she heard that cute voice screaming. She loved the reaction she got and now she felt Cheyenne’s body violently thrashing beneath her. She leaned down to maintain her leverage and continued to dig her fingers deeper into those pits. She could see Cheyenne’s long black hair whipping around, even some of it hitting her in her face. “Whoa! Hehehehe it feels like I am riding a horse! Come on horsey! Let’s ride! Hahahaha” she joked, then started to rotate her fingers into those pits.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA I AM NOT A HORSE!!! HAHAHAHAHA GET OFF OF ME!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA” Cheyenne laughed. She felt those fingers now rotating in her armpits and she was grateful she was wearing her long sleeve tribal dress. Had it been her skin, she probably would be in even worse shape. She started to kick her legs again, trying to do anything she can to get Bessie off of her.
“Hehehehe you are my horse for now! I am just riding you all over the place! Go horsey go!” Bessie taunted. She was having a lot of fun with Cheyenne and could feel as though a weight had been lifted off of her. She could feel all the positive energy and really enjoying herself.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA I AM NOT A HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA HORSE!!!! HAHAHAHAHA YOU LOOK LIKE ONE!!!!” Cheyenne joked as the fingers continued to rotate. Then she felt the fingers dug into her pits again. She then closed her eyes and felt her body start to surrender itself to the intense ticklish reactions. It was a fun time for her, but it was also destroying her.
“I look like a horse? Hehehehe Oh you are BAD, Cheyenne!!! I am REALLY going to get you now!” Bessie laughed as she heard that playful joke from Cheyenne. She then slowed her tickling down as she had an idea. The thought of it got her excited and she couldn’t wait to torment Cheyenne with it. She then pulled her fingers from the armpits and allowed her friend to breathe a little.
Cheyenne felt the fingers leave her armpits and a large dose of endorphins flowed through her body. The tickling was very intense, and she could feel her own body temperature rising. She noticed that Bessie was still on top of her, and she wondered what was going to happen next. She heard Bessie tell her she was really going to get it, but the tickling stopped. She tried to catch her breath, then started to squirm a little, hoping to get herself free. “Thank you…thank you….” she panted.
“hehehe I am not done with you yet, horsey!” Bessie said with a giggle. She then started to run her fingers through Cheyenne’s long hair, trying to soothe her. It was to set her up and then she would really let her have it. “I like your mane, horsey. Hehehe” she joked.
“Hehehehe I don’t have mane! That is my hair….” Cheyenne retorted. She thought Bessie was being really silly at the moment and couldn’t help but be entertained by it. She did like the feeling of the fingers going through her hair and she started to close her eyes to enjoy the feeling.
“Hahahaha it is your mane. Now, since we will have to take you on a trot, I think we should get you ready. We have to make sure…..” Bessie started to say. She then reached back and managed to grab Cheyenne’s left ankle with her left hand, and then pulled that ankle up. She bent the left leg at the knee and then wrapped her left arm around the ankle. Cheyenne’s left foot was now trapped under her arm, and she could see that moccasin. She could see the top of it, and then when she leaned forward a little, she could see the bottom of that shoe. It was time to have some fun with her poor friend’s foot. “….that the horsey has her hooves ready for the trot. You have to inspect hooves from time to time. Hahaha” she teased.
Cheyenne felt so relaxed, then suddenly her left ankle was grabbed, and it was trapped under Bessie’s arm. She heard Bessie talking about checking out “hooves” which meant only one thing. Her feet were next! That sent off a panic and she tried to pull her foot free. “BESSIE!!! NO!!! We don’t have to check out any hooves!!!” she begged.
“Hehehehe yes we do! So, let’s take off the horseshoe and inspect your hoof. Hahaha” Bessie teased. She then easily slipped off the moccasin and tossed it to the floor. She could see that small, size 6 foot before her. She looked at the top of the foot and saw those cute little toes. She then leaned forward and looked at the sole of the foot. The skin was tanned, and very wrinkly. She remembered this foot when she played with it back in Santa Selena and now, she was going to do it again. Even though the foot was tiny, it was still very thick, and the toes resembled small pebbles. “Just as cute as I remember. Hehehe” she complimented.
Cheyenne felt her shoe come off and now her bare foot was exposed. She really started to writhe her body because if her feet were tickled, she was going to lose her mind. She started to grab at the blankets on the bed, trying to do anything to get herself free. She felt extremely nervous, and she had to do something or she was going to suffer. “Hehehehe Bessie!!! Put on my shoe!! This is not funny!!!” she pleaded.
“It’s not? Then why are you laughing, horsey! Hehehe Is it because if I did this….it would tickle you?” Bessie teased as she then drummed her fingertips of her right hand up and down that tender sole. It had been so long since she tickled this very tender foot, and the reaction was immediate. She felt Cheyenne’s leg trying to straighten itself out and heard the sweetest laughter ever.
“HAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! THAT TICKLES!! THAT TICKLES!!!” Cheyenne roared as she felt those fingers softly going up and down the bottom of her foot. Her feet were always highly ticklish and even the softest touch would make her break down quickly. She started to pound her fists onto the blanket as the fingers were now right in the middle of her arch.
Bessie could see the foot flailing around and she loved it. She loved tickling Cheyenne’s feet and the reaction she was getting felt good to her. She heard that sweet laughter and it made her feel good inside. She wasn’t going to truly torture Cheyenne, but she did want to tickle her really good. She then moved her fingers over the ball of the foot and near the base of those pudgy toes. She could see them clamp down. That made her giggle, then she moved her fingers to try and get into the undersides of those toes. She felt the toes really clamping down, trying to protect the very delicate undersides. “Come on, open those toes! Open them!” she playfully demanded.
Cheyenne felt that attempt to get under her toes and if Bessie was successful, she would surely lose her mind. Her toes were very sensitive, and she would lose all control if they were tickled. She could feel those efforts and she did everything she could to prevent them from being attacked. “HEHEHEHE NOT MY TOES!!! LEAVE MY TOES ALONE!!!” she shouted.
“Well, since you don’t want me to tickle your toes, you leave me no choice.” Bessie said as a warning. She then used the tips of her nails to very lightly scratch at the surface of the bottom of the foot, trying to bring more intense ticklish feelings into Cheyenne’s body, but not enough to truly torture her. “I have to tickle your foot with my nails….” she warned.
Cheyenne felt those nails lightly tickling the sole of her foot and she lifted her upperbody up from the bed like a pushup and then collapsed back down to the bed. Her arms then started to flail all around wildly as those nails truly tickled her entire being. The feelings were very intense, and she started to pound the bed again. When the nails went into the tender part of her low arch, near the instep, she couldn’t take it anymore. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAH BESSIE!!! I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!! HAHAHAHAHA MERCY!! PLEASE HAVE MERCY!!!!” she squealed.
Bessie heard that desperate begging and she laughed. She let all of her laughter out because that cute voice was in true ticklish agony, and it sounded very funny. She let go of Cheyenne’s foot and it fell back down. She then just continued to laugh. She placed her own hands over her belly and just enjoyed laughing so hard. Her friend was truly ticklish and was a lot of fun. She figured it was a good time to stop as this was such a playful encounter. She then got off of Cheyenne and then next to her on the bed, her body on Cheyenne’s left as they both were on their stomachs. She could hear Cheyenne breathing hard, with some faint giggles. Her head was lying on the bed, and she knew the poor woman was very tired. She started to rub Cheyenne’s back over her dress with her right hand, trying to soothe her. “Hehehehehe that was fun. Are you ok, Cheyenne? I hope I wasn’t too mean to your foot. Hahaha it is just so ticklish!” she teased.
Cheyenne felt that hand rubbing her back, and it felt nice. She was catching her breath, and she still felt ticklish tingles flowing through her body. She then turned her head to her left and looked over at Bessie. She could see that beautiful smile and her eyes looked happy. She was happy because when she found Bessie this afternoon, she looked so sad. It felt really good to see her so happy even though she had to endure being tickled. “Hehe yes. I am ok. You know my feet are really ticklish! Hehehe That was rough. But you were not mean. Did you enjoy yourself?” she asked.
“I did. I really did.” Bessie told her as she looked at Cheyenne’s face. She really adored the woman at this moment. She felt some relief from that trauma in quite some time. She then put her face closer to Cheyenne’s and they were now nose to nose. She looked into those brown eyes of hers and she smiled. “I really want to thank you. You helped me so much.” she said softly, then gave a quick, soft kiss on Cheyenne’s lips.
Cheyenne felt that kiss on her lips and she felt a tingle in her body. She started to blush because it was an intimate moment between two women who shared a special bond. She looked at Bessie and felt such happiness for her. “I am glad I could help you.” she replied, then started to get up from the bed and get into a sitting position.
Bessie got into a sitting position next to Cheyenne who was now to her left. She wrapped her arms around her friend and held her close. “You really are special to me. Ever since that first day I met you, I could tell you are a one-of-a-kind woman. I am sorry I was so sad, but your words and you being here really helped me. Thank you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you so much. I love you, Cheyenne.” she said, then gave her another kiss on the cheek.
Cheyenne could feel the love and she adored it. She couldn’t help but smile and she looked at Bessie’s face. “It was my pleasure. I am sorry you had to go through that horrible experience. Just remember, you are a special woman too. Everyone that knows you, loves you. You are such an inspiration to a lot of us, especially me. Never forget that.” she said.
“I won’t. Now, I guess I have to get back to work. I know Phoebe might be looking for me soon. I hope you enjoy the rest of your day, and we will see each other. Maybe I could tickle those feet of yours again. Hehehe” Bessie joked, then looked down at Cheyenne’s naked left foot.
Cheyenne laughed out loud when she heard that tickle threat. She shook her head and giggled again. “No, you have to leave my poor feet alone. They didn’t do anything to you, so don’t tickle them!” she joked.
“Hehehe we shall see….Oh, let Molly know as well. Your dresses for the ball will arrive tomorrow. I know you both took some measurements when you went shopping recently. The tailors did tell me they would be delivered tomorrow, just in time for the ball. I know you both will look very beautiful.” Bessie informed. She thought about the ball and figured she would use that event as a new look on her life. She still had to work on getting past her being called a whore, but she felt some peace in her mind right now, and she wanted to have fun with her friends.
“Oh thank you! Phoebe is so nice to buy us dresses. I can’t wait to see what we look like. I know we will all have fun. The four of us will be the best group there! Hehe” Cheyenne answered, then stood up. She found her moccasin and slipped it back on her foot. She knew Bessie had to go back to work, and she head to find a book to read while Molly was napping. She saw Bessie standing up and she felt her hand being held by her. They both walked to the door, and it was slowly opened. “I guess I will see you for dinner tonight.” she said to her.
“Yes, I will see you for dinner. Thank you, Cheyenne.” Bessie said, then hugged her one more time. She rubbed Cheyenne’s back during the hug and when she let go, she gave her another quick, soft kiss on her lips and watched her leave. She closed the door and looked at her bed. She started to think that she could overcome her trauma and get back to living again. She missed Phoebe and hoped they could spend some time together without her being scared about being considered a whore. “Time to get to work…” she told herself.
THE NIGHT OF THE BALL
La Diabla sat on the couch in the living room, waiting for her friends to come down from getting dressed for the fancy ball tonight. She knew Cheyenne and Molly were very excited and she looked forward to seeing them in their fancy dresses. She knew she couldn’t go to the ball, but even if she could, she didn’t want to go anyway. Being at a social event like a ball with a bunch of rich people was not her scene. She didn’t want to wear any fancy dresses, or have her hair made up. She would much rather hang out in the desert area, hunting with friends and enjoying the frontier. She did enjoy spending some time with the maid, Kylie. She seemed to be that outdoors type who loved the rugged life. She knew Kylie was an admirer of hers, and thought it was cute. She was impressed with her shooting abilities and after learning she was the granddaughter of an outlaw, that made her really impressed with her. La Diabla really liked talking to her and thought she made a really good friend. She then saw Kylie walking into the room, and she had a smile on her face. “Hey Kylie, how’s it going? Ready to see this show of ladies in their fancy dresses? Hehehe” she joked.
Kylie saw La Diabla sitting down, and she sat next to her. She really enjoyed spending time with her. Since La Diabla couldn’t really go anywhere outside the house in order to hide from being recognized, she spent a lot of time with her after she completed her chores. She was so infatuated with her, and she even got to listen to a few stories. It was still so surreal that she was with her and even was at her side during that experience in Ciudad Del Reina. She loved how strong, intelligent and skilled La Diabla was. It made her want to be like her, but not in the criminal sense. She wanted to be strong just like her and command any room she entered. “Hehehe yes, I want to see them in their fancy dresses. I am sure they will look great. I just know it is not my style. Give me my jeans and boots and let me play outside where the real adventures are. Haha” she laughed.
“YES!!! I am so happy someone else besides me thinks that way. They can have their fancy foods, and music. They can dance those fancy dances and feel like they own the world. For us REAL women, we can enjoy the simple things in life.” La Diabla replied, then patted Kylie on the shoulder. She was really starting to like her and was happy she was getting to know her better. Then she heard someone coming down the stairs and saw that it was Vera. The mousy maid had a huge smile, and she stood at the bottom of the staircase. “Ok, the show is starting!” she whispered.
“Ladies! Tonight, our dear friends will attend the Grand Ball tonight. They look forward to having a good time and now I want to present to you, the fabulous four ladies! First, coming down the stairs, she is someone who we all know and love. One of the best workers around and such a beautiful person. I present to you, Bessie Johnson!” Vera announced. She liked doing these mock shows. It gave everyone a chance to have a good time with each other. She also got to help each of the ladies with their dresses and loved how each of them looked.
Bessie came down the stairs wearing her red evening gown, with a fancy hat on her head, and black leather boots underneath. The dress also had black trim, and she walked with grace down the stairs. She loved going to events with Phoebe and now that she was business manager, she didn’t have to go where the servants went to. She made it to the bottom of the stairs and saw both La Diabla and Kylie clapping for her and she grinned. She waved to them and then stood next to Vera for the next person to walk down.
“You look fantastic!! You are the most beautiful woman ever!” Kylie yelled out as she clapped. She was having fun at the moment and was happy to see Bessie look so good in her dress.
“Now, this next lady needs no introduction. She is one of the greatest ladies I have ever known. She is the youngest businesswoman in these parts after taking over Wellington Cattle company. She always graces us with her beauty, her charm, and her intelligence. Ladies, I give you Madam Phoebe Wellington!” Vera announced, then she started to giggle. She knew these styles of introductions were also going to happen at the ball, so this was a rehearsal for the four ladies.
Phoebe walked down the stairs gracefully and she blushed a little when she heard Vera’s words. Wearing a gold evening gown, with her hair up in a fancy bun, with a fancy hat, black high heel shoes that were mainly covered by the skirt of the dress, and a very large diamond necklace around her neck, she made it to the bottom of the stairs and saw both La Diabla and Kylie standing up and giving her an ovation. She couldn’t help but laugh because those two were being really silly. “hehehe you can sit down now.” she smiled.
“You look MAHVELOUS!!! You are truly a gift to us all….” La Diabla said in a mock fancy voice. She even clapped her hands like a rich person where it was a more polite clap. She loved this moment and really enjoyed this scene.
Phoebe shook her head and laughed. She then stood next to Bessie and couldn’t wait for her two guests to come down. This was their first ever ball and she hoped they were just as excited as she was. “Ok you two, now the real show begins!” she told them.
“Ladies, this next woman is someone very special to everyone here. Her spirit is beautiful, and she has the kindest heart of anyone that walks this earth. Hehehe It gives me such great pleasure to announce to you…….CHEYENNE!!!” Vera announced. She really liked talking to Cheyenne while she was staying in the mansion. She found her very cordial and engaging. She would talk to her while she did her chores and had to stop Cheyenne a few times from trying to help her. She adored her and she hoped she would have a great time at this ball.
Cheyenne carefully walked down the stairs in her fancy dress. It was an electric blue dress, that accentuated her skin tone. She also wore white silk gloves that went up to her elbows. She wore fancy black heels, which was a challenge because she never really wore heels. They were very large heels, and it made her walk very carefully down the stairs. Her hair was tied back and braided. She spent a few hours getting her hair done by Vera and she really liked how it turned out. She got to borrow a simple diamond necklace from Phoebe, and she had some makeup on her face. She made it to the bottom of the stairs and saw Phoebe, Vera and Bessie smiling at her. Then she looked over at La Diabla and Kylie and she felt nervous. “Um, how do I look?” she asked.
La Diabla saw Cheyenne walking down the stairs and she was stunned. She looked at her friend dressed in that blue dress and thought she was incredibly beautiful. There was always something innocent about Cheyenne. She also radiated such beauty. Her physical appearance was always beautiful, but her heart and her soul made her incredible. Now, she saw her in that formal dress, and she looked magnificent. She saw how her hair was done, and that diamond necklace stood out. Her jaw dropped and her breath was taken away. “Oh my goodness….Cheyenne. You….you are so beautiful.” she said in a stunned voice.
Cheyenne started to blush when she heard those words from her dear friend. She started to smile, and she lowered her head in embarrassment. She saw Phoebe, Bessie and Vera looking at her and they all had these wonderful smiles. She loved this feeling, and she felt really shy. “Thank you. I like my dress.” she said in a shy voice.
“Cheyenne, you look amazing! Wow, the tailor did an outstanding job!” Phoebe said as she looked at Cheyenne. She helped her get dressed, so she already knew what she looked like before she came down, but she was still so very impressed. She felt good inside because this young woman really stood out and she deserved to be so well dressed and looking perfect.
“You really are! Wow, that blue goes very well with you. You are so gorgeous my friend. Absolutely gorgeous!” Bessie said as she looked at Cheyenne. She always liked Cheyenne’s tribal dresses because they were always so colorful, and she looked amazing in them. But to see her in this formal gown and having her hair done, with some makeup on her, she thought she looked perfect.
“Thank you. All of you. I feel so shy right now. Hehehe” Cheyenne told the group. She was really excited about going to this ball and hoped it would be the memory of a lifetime. She then stood next to them because it was time for her best friend from school to come down the stairs.
“Finally, may I present to you a young lady that is so sweet, so smart and she has a heart of gold. We appreciate her coming to visit us here. Ladies, I present to you, Miss Molly Scofield.” Vera announced, then clapped her hands. She helped Bessie get Molly ready and she was excited to see the final product.
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Molly started to walk down the stairs, and she felt incredibly nervous. She wore a forest green evening gown with black gloves that went to her elbows. She wore black low-heeled shoes and her hair was up in a fancy bun with a fancy hat. She also wore a pearl necklace that Phoebe let her borrow for this occasion. She made sure she stepped carefully because she did not want to fall down the stairs in this very pretty dress. She really liked the dress that was made specifically for her and hoped everyone would like it as well. She made it down the stairs and saw everyone else in their dresses. She thought they all looked beautiful in them, and she prayed she looked decent enough for them. Phoebe, Bessie and Cheyenne were all very beautiful women, and she really hoped they wouldn’t mind being seen with her. She then looked at Cheyenne and saw the look on her face. She looked shocked and she started to wonder what was wrong. “How do I look? Do I look ok?” she asked in a timid voice.
“Molly…..you…..you look so beautiful.” Cheyenne said as she stared at her friend. She was so used to seeing Molly in her plain clothes. She didn’t care how she looked, she loved Molly for who she was. She knew her friend was always so self-conscious about her looks, and she always tried to reassure her. As she looked at her in that formal gown, with that hat, gloves and the pearl necklace, she really felt incredible happiness inside of her. She could see Molly’s eyes behind those thick black eyeglasses and thought she looked absolutely radiant.
“I do? I really look beautiful?” Molly asked. She was stunned to hear that compliment. She knew she wasn’t very attractive, so to hear that word made her feel a little nervous.
“Yes!!! Oh my goodness, that dress is perfect on you! Molly, you look stunning!” Phoebe said as she looked at the smaller woman. She knew Molly was always so shy and in Cheyenne’s letters to her, she would talk about how Molly was always so self-conscious about herself. She was such a loving person, but she would always think about the insults that schoolmate Pam would always tell her. She loved the way the green accentuated Molly’s looks and she loved it.
“It is? You guys think I look pretty?” Molly said, suddenly feeling happiness in her heart. Her entire life, she was often ridiculed for her looks. The other students would make fun of her glasses, and she always had clothes that were old. She grew up poor, so whenever she got new clothing, she appreciated it. She always thought the name “troll” fit her because of her stature. It wasn’t until she met Cheyenne that someone actually called her pretty. Now she saw the reactions of everyone, and she felt a glow in her soul. For the first time in her life, she felt pretty.
“You look absolutely beautiful. Molly, you are just so pretty right now. Come with me! Let’s look in the mirror together!” Cheyenne told her. She took Molly’s hand and pulled her with her towards a full-length mirror that was in the hallway. She wanted to see them together in these fancy dresses before they headed to a formal ball. She got to the mirror and stood next to Molly. She saw herself in the mirror and really loved the way she looked. Then she looked at Molly at her side and they were both loving their beautiful dresses. “Look at us, Molly! We look good! Hehehe” she said with excitement in her voice.
Molly looked at herself in the mirror and she felt herself smiling. She saw her dress, her hair and all the accessories and her emotions started to build. She loved the way Cheyenne looked in her dress. Her best friend was always beautiful, and that blue really took her beauty to another level. She kept staring at herself and she felt so good inside. She had never felt this way before, and she wanted to cry. “I….I look pretty.” she said in disbelief.
Cheyenne heard Molly’s words, and she felt her own emotions building. That was the first time she ever heard Molly say something positive about her looks. She looked over at her friend and saw her smiling. A true, genuine smile of happiness. She felt incredibly happy for Molly and wanted to make sure she let her know how she felt. She leaned towards Molly’s ear and whispered into it. “You are pretty. You have always been pretty. You are just seeing it now. You are beautiful.”
Molly felt herself about to cry because she felt so happy. She started to believe those words and that really touched her heart. She saw herself in that mirror and really liked it. Hearing those words in her ear meant the world to her. She looked at Cheyenne and saw her pretty face smiling at her. She had so much love for her at the moment and she held back her tears. “I am pretty, Cheyenne. I feel so pretty right now. Thank you. Thank you!” she told her with gratitude in her voice.
“Come on, let’s go.” Cheyenne told her then, interlocked her arm with Molly’s and headed back into the living room where everyone else was standing. She heard the group clapping for both of them and she felt shy and also very happy. She then released Molly’s arm and looked at her face again. She could see the emotion in those eyes, and she truly loved this moment for her friend. “You are going to be the Belle of the Ball! You are going to be the most beautiful woman in the entire room!” she told her.
“Yes, she will be. Molly, you look stunning. You really do. You will be the Belle of the Ball for sure.” Phoebe told her. She loved that look on Molly’s face and it touched her emotions. She could only imagine how the young lady must have felt, and she really wanted to make her feel special. “I also have some good news. You can keep both those dresses. They are yours to keep as a gift from me, and Bessie. I hope you have a good time tonight and never forget the memories you will make.” she told them.
“I can keep this dress? Really? T-Thank you, Phoebe. No one has ever done something like this for me. I really like my dress.” Molly said in surprise. She was finally going to have clothing that would be pretty. She wanted to cherish this dress forever. It made her feel special and really pretty. She felt already that this night was one of the best nights in her life. Everyone in the room thought she weas pretty and she had never had that happen before.
“Ladies, we all look perfect! I think our group will be the best tonight. Hehe. Now, let’s get in the carriage and make some memories. Kylie, are you ready?” Phoebe asked. She enlisted Kylie to drive the carriage for them this evening so that she could at least be with the other servants and have a good time. She really liked her and wanted to make sure she felt included in things.
“Yes, I am ready! All of you look absolutely magnificent! It will be my honor to take all of you. Ok, let’s go!” Kylie told them, then started to walk with them towards the door.
La Diabla was next to Cheyenne and Molly, and she loved the way both of them looked. She really liked how Molly looked and was happy to see her so excited. “You both look so amazing! I hope you both have a really good time. I should give you a stick so you can beat off all the men who will try and court you. Hahaha” she joked.
“Hehehehe You are too funny. I wish you could go too. I would love to see you in one of these dresses.” Cheyenne replied.
“Hahaha well, it is a nice dream to have, but it is not for me. But for you two, without a doubt you will be the most beautiful ladies there. I guess I will just stay here and maybe read a book or something. Haha” La Diabla smiled, then gave Cheyenne and Molly a hug. She then watched as they headed out the door and then turned back into the house. She couldn’t help but feel good inside as those two women were off to a new adventure and were going to make special memories. She was also excited because in a few days, she would leave for Plotsville. It was a personal trip for her, but she was also excited for the two ladies. They were making memories of their summer vacation, and she couldn’t be more excited.
Kylie made sure everyone got inside the carriage and then she got into the driver’s seat. She then got the horses to start moving and they were off to the ball that was located in the nearby town. She looked forward to it in a way. She wanted to party with the other servants because she knew their event would be more of what she wanted. She hoped to make a few friends and even have a few drinks. Then when she got back home, she was going to tickle Vera silly in their quarters and make that woman cum her brains out. “Hehehe this is going to be a night to remember!” she told herself as the carriage traveled away from the Wellington mansion.
Sylvia sat next to Agatha in the carriage as they arrived at the large Hall for the upcoming ball. She was dressed in the same uniform as Agatha’s actual servant, who was driving the carriage. Even though she would pose as a servant, she refused to be one. She was pleased with the proposal Agatha came up with and their numbers were better than Phoebe’s. She knew Christos Andino wanted this land and was willing to pay a lot of money to help Agatha buy it. She looked over at Agatha who was looking right back at her. She wondered what the woman was thinking. “Is there something on my face?” she asked.
Agatha’s concentration was broken, and she chuckled. She had been looking at Sylvia, still trying to get a read on her. She was a strikingly beautiful woman, who was also very mysterious. She didn’t even know her name. There was something ominous about her, and she couldn’t figure out what it was. She sensed danger from her, but with her business on the line, she just had to trust her. She was curious to see if this woman had any personality because if she was going to be working with her, she wanted to know more about her. “Hahaha no, you do not. I must say, even with you in my servant’s clothing, you look stunning. Where are you from?” she asked.
“From somewhere.” Sylvia responded coldly. She didn’t want any small talk because she was focused on her mission. She wanted to locate Phoebe Wellington and study her. She wasn’t going to kill her, but she wanted to study her and perhaps even play with her. Phoebe was the only one truly standing in her way to get the land, and she wanted a secondary plan just in case Agatha lost the bid.
“Ok, thanks. Listen, I don’t know who you are, or even your name. I would at least like to know a little about you. If we are going to be working together, I think we should at least be cordial with one another. We don’t have to be best friends, but to take down Phoebe, we both need to have some kind of united front.” Agatha told her. She hated being ignored and disregarded. She was still a very rich woman and would not stand for someone treating her like a commoner. This was a very important person that was going to help her with her company, but she still wanted to be treated as an equal.
Sylvia heard those words and sighed. She knew Agatha was right. She did have to work with this woman in order to make everything else work out for Christos and Priscilla Montenegro. She always liked to work alone, but in this case, she did in fact have to work with people. If Agatha changed her mind, then the plan would fall apart. She looked over at the mature woman and saw that she looked insulted. It was time for her to play nice and keep Agatha in line. “Ok, I am sorry. I am just so focused on tonight. You asked me where I am from. I was born and raised in New York City. I moved to Europe when I was old enough.” she answered.
“Ah, New York City, huh? That explains a lot. Hahaha” Agatha chuckled. She was happy that the woman was starting to be a little more friendly. She hoped that they could be great partners because she desperately wanted to defeat Phoebe at all costs. “New Yorkers are very strong-willed people.” she added.
“Yes, we do tend to be that way. I did like being in the city, but Europe was more interesting to me. This is my first trip to Texas. This is a fascinating place.” Sylvia added. She was starting to relax because she had to keep Agatha engaged. She figured small talk wouldn’t hurt. She engaged with Agatha a little more and found her to be somewhat interesting.
“Hahaha ah yes, I just hope our new President Benjamin Harrison, does a good job. This country is on the verge of global leadership.” Agatha finished when the conversation turned to politics. She was fascinated by this woman in the carriage with her as she spoke so intelligently. She wanted to find out personal information but had to be careful. This conversation was just an ice breaker, and she hoped to get to know her more. She then looked out the window and saw a familiar carriage. It had a large “W” on the side, and she knew who that was. “Well, well, well. Looks like Phoebe Wellington is here! Oh, and from what I can see, her betraying servant is here too! That little bitch Kylie is here!” she pointed out.
Sylvia looked over and saw the fancy carriage, and then saw the doors open. She stared intently at the passengers getting out. She saw a young lady with very thick eyeglasses wearing a forest green dress get out, followed by a Native American woman in a blue dress. Then she saw an African America woman in a red dress come out and finally, a young woman in a gold dress came out. She figured that it was Phoebe Wellington. She thought she looked very pretty and now her mind started to think about the things she could do to her. She wondered if Phoebe would make a great addition to Christos’ harem. That made her laugh to herself, and then looked back at Agatha. “Ok, I see her and her servant. I will be close to them and study her. I want to get a feel for her and see if I can get her to perhaps change her mind about buying the land. I will also, as a favor, take care of her servant for you. She’s cute. Hmmmm……I will think of something that will send her a very strong message about betraying you.” she told her.
“Good! Phoebe will be in the main hall, so if you plan to do something to her, be careful. Kylie will be with the other servants, so you can send her a message more easily. Hehehehe I hope you tell me what you do with them. Good luck!” Agatha said. She then watched as the mysterious woman left the carriage and seemed to blend in with the crowd. “That is one fascinating woman….” she said to herself as she exited the carriage.
Sylvia walked amongst the crowd of servants and staff for the ball. She kept her eye on Phoebe and her entourage as they made their way to the main Hall. It would be more difficult to follow her because she was sure to be amongst people. She slipped through the crowd and got close enough to the party walking. She figured she could still cross paths and make sure Phoebe saw her. She knew the woman would not really pay her any attention, but she would lay eyes on her and would see her again. She finally made her way to the entrance and then when Phoebe got close, she got onto her path, pretending she was a servant looking for her employer. She tried to “accidently” bump into her and make that eye contact. “Oh, pardon me, Ma’am! I am so sorry!” she said and then looked at Phoebe’s face.
“Haha You’re ok. Be careful. You are fine.” Phoebe told the servant. She saw the uniform and it looked familiar. She shook her head and continued to walk. She noticed that the servant was staring right at her and the eye contact she had was different. She did notice that the woman was very beautiful and wondered who she was. She then kept walking with Bessie, Cheyenne, and Molly as it was time to enter inside and get situated.
Sylvia had a wry smile on her face as she finally got to see Phoebe up close. She did find her very beautiful and now she thought about the fun she could have with her. That would have to wait for another time, because she had to go with the other servants. There was no way she would be allowed to enter into the main ballroom. She then spotted the young blond Kylie heading towards the servants’ area and she followed her. She figured it was time to have some fun at this event and would at least take care of one of Agatha’s problems. “Hmmmm Miss Kylie Rockford. I think you are going to have a very interesting evening.” she mused to herself as she headed towards the servant area.
Phoebe entered into the main foyer, and she felt excited. She saw all the other wealthy people and their entourages. Everyone was dressed formally, and the chatter was loud. She saw event staff walking around with trays of drinks and she just wanted to absorb the moment. She loved attending these events and hoped everyone would have a great time. She then turned towards her friends and saw their eager faces. They were all so dressed beautifully and had such beautiful smiles. “Ok ladies, we are here! Excited?” she asked.
“This place is……wow!!! I have never seen anything like this in person. I would read about these in books, but to be here, is unbelievable.” Cheyenne said as she looked around the Hall. She saw everyone in their fancy clothes, and everyone looked great. She could hear soft violin music playing and heard all the chatter. She watched as she saw women hugging, men shaking hands, and everyone seemed very joyous. She couldn’t wait to see how the evening unfolded. She hoped she would have great stories to tell everyone back home.
“I can’t believe I am here. I never dreamed I would be at something like this. Everyone seems so happy.” Molly said. Not in her wildest dreams did she ever think she would ever be at a ball. She kind of felt like Cinderella where she went from a poor background and ended up going to the ball. She started to think she was Cinderella and Phoebe was her fairy godmother. She giggled to herself and hoped at midnight, she didn’t turn back into her regular self and lost a shoe.
“Phoebe, this place is great! What do we do now?” Bessie asked. She remembered when Phoebe would attend these events, and she had to be with the servants. Now, she could be with all the honored guests, and it made her feel special. She felt good about herself and after that long and emotional discussion with Cheyenne in her room, she started to find herself letting go. She wanted to get back to being herself. She really enjoyed helping Molly get ready for the evening. She saw how shy she was, so she worked with her to make her look amazing. She still thought about it when Molly came down the stairs and showed everyone her dress. She felt proud because she helped that young woman feel beautiful. Now, she was ready to make some memories of her own at this ball.
“We sign in, then we go to our table. I know appetizers will be served, then dinner. After that, dancing will take place, and we can go about meeting and talking with others. I hope all of you have a great time tonight! Enjoy yourselves and remember, you belong here. You deserve this moment.” Phoebe told them. She then led them to get checked in and she felt excited. She knew this was going to be a great night. She was most excited to see how Bessie, Cheyenne and Molly would like to be here. It meant a lot to her that she gave these three women an opportunity to be with high society and make them feel included. Then she looked over and saw someone approaching. Her stomach started to churn, but she still felt confident.
“Well, if it isn’t Phoebe Wellington and her merry band. Hello….” Agatha said with a huge smile on her face. She knew her business proposal could possibly work with the help of a stranger and her employer. That move could potentially elevate her business and really crush the Wellington cattle Company. She walked with a confident stride because she had this plan, and Phoebe was none the wiser.
“Hello Agatha….” Phoebe responded. She didn’t want to engage with this woman, but it was a social event and knew she would be here. She saw her walking with such confidence, and it amused her. She knew Walden Beef company was struggling, but she still appeared so confident. She still thought about the fact that the woman tried to bribe her maid to stealing a patented design in order to hurt her business. She also loved the fact she helped cripple Agatha’s company with a false set of blueprints. That woman deserved it and now it was time to make sure Agatha knew her place in the business world.
“Nice to see you again. It has been quite some time. You look nice. For a whore….” Agatha said, with the insult coming as a faint whisper.
“It has been quite some time. What did you say at the end?” Phoebe asked. She heard some of it and could figure out what she had said. Her anger started to rise, but she had to control herself because she had guests with her from outside of the State.
“Nothing, hehehe. Are you hearing things? Anyway, I know we are bitter rivals, but tonight is a night for fun. I hope you enjoy yourself. Before I go, I do want to say that my company is making a comeback, and we will have such great competition.” Agatha told her with a sinister smile. She really wished she could see the look on Phoebe’s face once she purchased the land. She really started to hate this young lady, even more than her mother. She looked over and saw Bessie, but she also saw Cheyenne and Molly, so she had to remain cordial.
“Yes, it will be great competition. I am glad to see you so confident. After all, that devastating fire you had really hurt. You have to be careful when using new technology. Things could go wrong when not used right. Make sure you trust where it comes from…..” Phoebe said with a knowing grin. She saw the restrained anger on Agatha’s face, and she loved it.
“Yes, it was a setback. But we are recovering, and we will be stronger than ever. The way I see it, things will get much better for me, and I will bring you down. I hope no one you know ever betrays you. Because they will end up paying a price….” Agatha said. She thought about how the mysterious woman would do something to Kylie and prayed it would send a message. She then looked at the other ladies and smiled. “Enjoy your evening.” she told them, then walked away.
Cheyenne saw Agatha walking away and she smiled. She thought the lady was one of Phoebe’s friends because of the way they were both smiling. “She seems nice. It is great to see your friends.” she said innocently.
“Yes, Agatha is an OLD friend of mine. Come on, let’s go meet some others and have a good time!” Phoebe replied. She didn’t want to go into details with Cheyenne about her rivalry. This night was about fun, not business. She turned her head one last time and saw Agatha smiling at her. She had a very toothy, evil looking grin and it made her wonder what she was up to.
Sylvia entered the servants’ area with Agatha’s actual servant and looked around. She excused herself from the other servant and just walked around. She heard the happy chatter, and this was much different than the ball. These were people who enjoyed living even if they were employees. They had a certain level of living and enjoyed whatever they could do. She saw some people singing and dancing. It was very festive. Then she noticed a young blond woman by the bar. She looked like she was having some fun talking with some other random servant and it caught her eye. She then smiled because she recognized who the young woman was. It was Kylie Rockford, the same woman that Agatha detested. She figured she could have some fun with the woman and make her suffer for Agatha’s sake. It would also give her an opportunity to play with someone. After decimating April, she had the urge to play with another woman. Sylvia knew she had to play this right. This could be her only easy opportunity to play with Kylie because it would be more difficult to attack her at the Wellington mansion itself. She then left the area to scout around the premises. The ball was held at a large Hall, which meant there would be other rooms there. She wanted to find an isolated location so she could have some play time and not alert the entire place. She saw a hallway full of rooms, including a storage room and determined it would have to do. There was also excitement flowing through her. Playing with Kylie in the same location of a major event seemed fun and thrilling. The specter of possibly of playing with that woman under the noses of everyone else seemed to energize her. She then walked back to the festive area and started to approach the young woman.
Kylie finished drinking some water while speaking with another servant. She liked the atmosphere in this room. All the servants had some funny stories to tell, and she told a few of her own. These were all common people, so she connected with them rather easily. She hoped Phoebe, Bessie, Cheyenne and Molly were having a great time. She then saw someone approaching her out of the corner of her eye and she turned her head in that direction. She saw a rather attractive woman approaching her and she smiled. She saw the blond hair and the woman had a very pretty face. The woman was now in front of her, and she nodded her head. “Hello! How are you this evening?” she asked.
“I am doing good! This is such a fun party! Hehehe” Sylvia replied, trying to play the part of a servant. Now that she engaged with Kylie, it was now a matter of time before she could capture her and teach her a lesson. She thought Kylie was very cute, so playing with her was going to be really exciting.
“Yes, it is. To tell you the truth, I would rather be in here than in the main Hall. All the rich people can have their snooty food and music. In here, the REAL people have the best times!” Kylie responded. The woman looked really friendly, and she wanted to socialize with all the different people in the room. She then extended her hand for a handshake. “My name is Kylie. Kylie Rockford. What’s your name?” she introduced.
“Nice to meet you, Kylie! My name is Lauren. Lauren Jones.” Sylvia responded, using a fake name. She had more plans in the future so revealing her actual name could hinder her plans. She shook Kylie’s hand and for a servant, it was softer than it should have been. That gave her a tingle in her body because if her hands were soft, then surely other parts of her body were going to be soft.
“Lauren, it is my honor. Hahaha So, you wanted to get a drink? I hope I am not in your way.” Kylie asked since the woman did appear to be approaching the bar.
“Yes, let me get a drink. Let’s make a toast. To new friends!” Sylvia told her, really trying to play up the part to lure Kylie into a false sense of security. She got a drink from the bar and then clinked her glass off of Kylie’s and smiled.
“Yes, to new friends!!!” Kylie said with a smile. She liked this woman’s spirit and demeanor. She seemed really nice. So far, everyone she talked with in this area was very friendly and had positive energy. She then started to chat with her new friend, and they were getting along great. She told her funny stories about working at the Wellington Mansion and the woman told her funny stories about working on a farm. She heard a story about some farm hand falling into a pile of manure and she almost spit out her drink. “Hahahahah what? Are you kidding? He went headfirst into the pile of manure?? Oh wow, he must have been so embarrassed.” she giggled.
“Yes!! He was so embarrassed. The rest of us ran away from him like he was a monster. Hahahaha It was so funny!!!” Sylvia laughed as she told that made up story. She did enjoy interacting with Kylie and if she wasn’t on a mission and had plans for her, she would have liked to have a normal interaction with her. She was friendly and very down to earth. She was the type of person who she always enjoyed being around. It was now time to make her move because she didn’t want the event to end before she had her fun. “Hey, it is getting a bit stuffy in here and loud. How about we go into the hallway and get some air?” she offered.
“Sure, that sounds nice. Plus, some of them are getting a bit drunk. How they will attend to their employers later will be interesting. Hehehe” Kylie accepted. She then followed the woman out of the area and entered into a hallway. It was dimly lit but felt a nice nightly breeze there. She saw all the darkened rooms and she walked down the corridor, still chatting with her new friend. “This Hall is so big. You could get lost here! Hehe” she joked.
“I know! But this breeze feels good. Hey, I think we can hang out over there. Let’s chat for a bit. You know this party will end soon enough. Time always goes fast when you are having fun. Hehehe” Sylvia told her. She then guided Kylie towards a storeroom near the end of the long hallway and as her target was still chatting about something trivial, she looked back down the hallway to make sure they weren’t followed. It was now time to strike!
“It sure is dark around here. Hehehe” Kylie joked as she wondered why they walked so far down the hallway. Her mind started to imagine if this woman wanted to get her away from the servants’ area because she wanted to make out or something. She actually liked that idea because the woman was very pretty. “Hey, what’s inside this storeroom?” she asked.
“You’ll find out…..” Sylvia said and let Kylie go ahead of her. Once she was behind her, she quickly reached her right hand forward, and pinched a pressure point on Kylie’s collarbone from behind, and she felt her target collapse. She caught her in her arms and knew her victim was now unconscious. She felt a thrill in her body because there was no noise made. She then pulled Kylie into the storeroom, her boots dragging on the tiled floor and set her down for a moment. She managed to find a light switch as the Hall had electric lights, and the room was illuminated. She felt a thrill as this storeroom had many tables and chairs inside, including maintenance items such as rope. The tables were the kind where the legs folded and that gave her an idea. She looked down at a knocked-out Kylie and she looked so peaceful. She made her way towards Kylie’s feet and then grabbed her left ankle and lifted it into the air. She then started to remove the boot in preparation for what she wanted to do. “Hehehe now, let’s get you ready. I think I am really going to enjoy this…..” she said with a slight chuckle.
Kylie started to come to and let out a soft moan. Her brain was starting to reactivate in consciousness. She started to remember her last actions and tried to make sense as to why she was even waking up. She remembered walking through the hallway and seeing a storeroom. She was going to have a good time with a new friend she had met in the servants’ area. She remembered looking inside the storeroom and that was it. Her eyes fluttered open and she tried to look around. She noticed her head was by the ceiling, and then realized it was the floor. Her eyes started to become clear, and her heart started to race. She was upside down. She then tried to move her body in a panic and noticed she could not. Her brain started to come to full consciousness and noticed she could not move her arms at all! She tried moving her legs and they wouldn’t move either. Kylie tried to call out and noticed there was something in her mouth. Her eyes bugged out as she tried to figure out what was inside her mouth, preventing her from speaking. It was soft material, and she couldn’t quite place what it was even though it felt familiar. Then she heard something. She heard what seemed to be footsteps. This made her try to writhe around and she realized her upperbody could swing side to side, but her hands and wrists were behind her back. That really got her to panic. As she struggled, she felt like she was completely upside down, but at some kind of angle. The footsteps got louder and soon, some legs and some shoes appeared in her vision. Her eyes looked up and saw a beautiful face smirking at her. It was the other woman she was with! She started to grunt to get her attention so she could be rescued.
Sylvia looked down at Kylie and smiled. She loved how her prey was now awake and realizing her predicament. She always loved these moments. When her victims recognized their helplessness. She enjoyed tying Kylie up and gagging her. She had found a table that had legs that folded. She managed to fold one side of the legs, and the other side remained upright. It created a “washboard” of sorts, and Kylie was now at a 60 degree angle, with her head towards the floor. She tied her hands behind her back to give her easy access to her torso. She looked up at the body and saw the tied ankles at the top edge of the legs and table. She smiled when she saw Kylie’s feet. She had removed the woman’s boots, and her right foot had the sock on, and the left sock had been removed and stuffed into Kylie’s mouth. She saw those naked toes on the left foot and started to salivate about playing with that foot in due time. This situation reminded her of other victims while she was in Europe. This was for fun. It would help Agatha, but also give her some entertainment before she got deeper into her overall mission. Sylvia loved hearing those muffled grunts and confusion from Kylie. She had to gag her so that she couldn’t alert everyone to their presence in this storeroom. She had closed the door to the storeroom, but wanted to make sure Kylie’s screams were not heard. She then knelt down and stared at Kylie’s face. “You’re awake!! Did you have a nice nap?” she taunted.
Kylie was so confused at the moment. That woman was so friendly and engaging. Now she was looking at her in this situation and she seemed to be amused by it. She started to wonder if this woman was responsible for putting her in this situation. That got her thinking why would she do this to her? She didn’t have any known enemies, so why would this woman try to do this to her? She had no idea what was going to happen next and that frightened her tremendously. She started to grunt harder, demanding to get set free. “LET ME GO!!! GET ME OUT OF HERE! WHAT HAPPENED?” she screamed into her gag.
“Hehehe I bet you are wondering what happened, aren’t you? Yes, I can understand gag talk. Hahahaha Oh, in case you are wondering what I used as a gag, you should recognize it. It is your own sock….” Sylvia teased. She saw Kylie’s reaction and she chuckled. “Yes, your own dirty sock from that cute foot of yours is in your mouth.” she told her.
Kylie heard that from Sylvia and her brain then recognized the texture of the material in her mouth. She looked up towards her feet and noticed that her left foot was in fact bare, and her right foot still had a sock on. Her boots were off, and she wondered why they would be removed. The thought of her own sock in her mouth nearly made her throw up. “WHAT THE HELL??!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?” she demanded in her gag.
“Hehehe I have to admit Kylie, you were too easy. I easily lured you back here and now you are all tied up, and have nowhere to go. I bet you were thinking we were going to come back here and have such a good time. You might have even though we could make out. I saw how you looked at me. I admit you are very pretty, and you are right to some degree. There will be fun had in this storeroom, and there might even be some physical and sexual contact, but not in the way you think. I will truly enjoy this. You might, but you might hate me afterwards. Hahahaa I guess we will find out.” Sylvia told her in a menacing tone. She saw Kylie struggling again and loved the fact that her legs could not move. The torso could swing around, but since her arms were tied up, there would be no escape.
Kylie started to struggle in her bondage, doing everything she could to try and set herself free. She heard those ominous words and figured that this woman was going to do something to her body and that caused great fear within her. She saw the amused look on her face and had no idea what was about to happen to her. She also thought about what she meant by there would be physical and sexual contact? “LET ME GO!!! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?” she screamed into her gag.
Sylvia then sat down on the floor and got close to Kylie’s trapped form. She was slightly off to her right, which would also be Kylie’s right side. She then started to reach her hand forward and towards the stomach area. She wanted to test her new victim. She saw her struggling and that made her giggle to herself. Then she quickly poked around the stomach area and heard the panic in Kylie’s responses. “Hehehe such a tender belly you have. I thought servants would have firm stomachs. You look very young too. Too many sweet treats in the mansion, huh?” she teased.
Kylie felt those fingers poking into her stomach and she was shocked. This woman was trying to touch her, and she couldn’t stop her. She started to get even angrier when she heard those insults. She always felt she was in great shape and wanted to be like that because she wanted to dominate in some aspects of life. What also concerned her, and she was hoping that woman didn’t notice, but those pokes to her stomach slightly tickled her. She definitely did not want that humiliation to happen to her. The poking continued and she wanted to break free and harm that woman for doing this to her. “STOP TOUCHING ME YOU WHORE!!!” she grunted angrily into her sock gag.
“Hehehehe I’m a whore? That’s cute.” Sylvia giggled when she heard that muffled insult. She loved that she was already getting to Kylie and some of the physical reactions delighted her. She had plenty of experience recently and could feel those ticklish reactions. That got her really excited because she could really play with Kylie. She also loved the fact that Kylie was strong-willed. Most of her victims were usually timid, weak women who would fear her. That would make them break faster. However, with a strong-willed woman, she could torture her longer and when she broke her will, the sweeter the moment would be. She then paused her poking and looked at Kylie’s face. She could see the face glowing in anger and that got her a little giddy. “You are probably wondering why I even decided to have you tied up like this. It is simple, it is revenge. Not my own personal revenge, but someone wants revenge on you. I heard you were a very naughty girl, Kylie. You betrayed someone, and they wanted me to teach you a lesson. So, here I am! I really do enjoy teaching bitches like you a lesson. This is going to be a great time.” she told her.
Kylie’s mind started to race as she tried to imagine who on earth would want to do this to her. She thought of Vera, who she loved to dominate, but quickly dismissed that idea because her fellow maid LOVED what was happening to her sexually. She kept thinking about if she made anyone mad recently. She had no idea what this woman was talking about. She had good relations with everyone inside the Wellington mansion. She didn’t talk to anyone outside the mansion or the surrounding grounds, so she had no clue why this woman said she betrayed someone. She looked up at Sylvia and that smile on her face was starting to become unnerving. This woman planned to trap her and do things to her. Then she saw her hands moving towards her body again and she started to squirm as much as she could.
“hehehe look at you! Like a little worm on a fishing hook. You are going nowhere my dear. I just want to create an opening for me. I want to see some skin.” Sylvia threatened, then started unbuttoning the bottom part of Kylie’s shirt that was over her stomach. She opened the few buttons that were there and then pulled open the shirt. She smiled when she saw the pale, white skin underneath the shirt and saw the sweet navel. It was time to play with her toy a bit and send her a message about what was going to happen. She then poked her finger directly into the navel and did a quick swirl.
Kylie froze in a panic when she felt her shirt coming undone. She felt those buttons coming undone and when she felt the shirt getting pulled open and exposing her stomach, she lost her breath. She wondered if this woman was going to stab her. Then she felt the finger poke inside her navel and when it swirled, it sent a large number of ticklish shockwaves throughout her body. She did not expect that at all, and she let out a loud shrieking giggle. The finger left her navel, and she saw Sylvia’s eyes. She saw that shark-like smile on her face and the realization of what could happen to her hit her like a ton of bricks.
“Well, well, well. Miss Kylie…..don’t tell me you are……ticklish. Hehehehe Are you ticklish? Huh? Are you?” Sylvia taunted, then started to poke the belly button over and over. She could feel Kylie’s body starting to squirm around and she heard those giggles coming from under the gag. She felt a surge of energy in her body and knew this was going to be a very fun moment for her.
Kylie felt those repeated pokes in her stomach and now real panic started to set in. It appeared this woman was going to try and tickle her. That really frightened her because she was trapped. A few fun tickles amongst friends were fun, but to be tied down and tickled would be devastating. There was one time in her life where she was tied down and tickled. That was when she was caught trying to break into the safe in the Wellington mansion and was captured by Phoebe, Bessie and April. They had tied her to a chair and tickle interrogated her as to why she tried to break into the safe. She eventually broke and told them that she was hired by Agatha Walden to steal the blueprint for the refrigeration unit. The tickling was pretty horrible as she was sensitive to it. Then it dawned on her. She started to realize just who may have sent this woman to do this to her. It was most likely Agatha. She did “betray” her by giving her false plans after she was already paid for trying to steal from Phoebe. Kylie looked at Sylvia and could completely understand how Agatha would hire this woman to do something shady. If that was the case, and Agatha did in fact hire this woman to torture her, then she was truly going to suffer. The pokes felt more powerful because she was in panic mode, and she couldn’t stop giggling. “HEHEHEHEHE STOP THAT!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!” she screamed into her gag.
“Oooh!!! Listen to you panic! Hehehe Kylie is a TICKLISH little girl, isn’t she? She is soooo ticklish!” Sylvia taunted as she continued to drill her finger into the navel. She started to see Kylie shaking her head and her laughter started to get stronger. There was just something about the sound of her gagged laughter that got her excited. She then placed her finger around the outside edges of the navel and that forced a cute ticklish shriek from Kylie. She started to wonder who was more ticklish so far. Kylie, or her other recent victim, April. Both had blond hair, Kylie’s was a dirty blond, but both women had really nice hair. The blond hair of Kylie was “over” her head now and she saw the neck area. She then stopped her navel tickling for a moment and was curious about the neck. “Hmmmm…..I wonder if you are sensitive everywhere.” she mused out loud.
Kylie was trying her best to breathe through her gag. The navel assault drove her wild and she was happy it stopped. She felt herself breathing hard and she then looked at Sylvia’s face. She already felt embarrassed that she was laughing and hoped this woman would stop. “Come on…. You got to stop. Don’t tickle me…” she murmured through her gag.
“I can’t help myself. I like ticklish girls such as yourself. You have some really cute laughter. Hey, does this tickle?” Sylvia asked then lightly fluttered her fingertips of her right hand on the right side of Kylie’s neck.
That touch on her neck surprised Kylie and she tried to scrunch her neck. That sensation was surprisingly ticklish as she rarely got tickled on her neck. She started to feel the fingers now stroking her the left side of her neck and she let out a hissing sound. The sensation felt really annoying, even though it tickled her. “Hey!! Stop that!” she hissed through her gag.
“Hehehe that is annoying, isn’t it? That constant sensation on your neck can drive you wild. I like this. Aren’t you having fun?” Sylvia teased. She adored the reactions she was getting from Kylie. She figured she might as well have fun. She couldn’t imagine how upset Agatha was at Kylie, but it would allow her to torment her. She then held Kylie’s chin with her right hand, to prevent her from trying to scrunch her neck, then tickled the soft skin of the neck just below the chin. She heard those grunts and giggles, and she smiled. “Oh yes, I think I will have lots of fun with you!” she told her with great enthusiasm.
Kylie was starting to get angry as she felt her neck continued to be tickled and teased. She also heard Sylvia’s words, and it really started to anger her. She was used to being in control. She was used to the one who tickled others, not her being tickled. She was tickled by Phoebe, April and Bessie, but she felt she deserved it. But now, she was starting to get angry with this woman who did this to her. She thought about exacting revenge on her as soon as she was set free. She looked at the woman’s face and even though she was physically attractive, she wanted to see her suffer. Then she squealed very loud in her gag when those fingers suddenly left her neck and started to “lobster claw” her sides. That was very unexpected, and she exploded into hysterical laughter.
Sylvia laughed as she heard that desperate scream coming from Kylie. She loved her style of tickle torture. Her style was to randomly tickle someone anywhere at any time. That way the victim would not get used to the pattern, and then prepare to brace themselves. If she caught them off guard with an unexpected strike, the tickling would be worse. She dug her fingers deeper into the sides and that scream sounded wonderful to her. She could feel how strong the muscles were near the stomach, but they were very sensitive, nonetheless. She then stopped the lobster clawing and put her finger over her lips for a moment. “You know what? I have to apologize Kylie. I was tickling your sides, but it was through your shirt. I am supposed to tickle your bare skin! You have to forgive me. Here, let me take care of that mistake.” she told her, then started to pull the shirttails from under the jeans.
Kylie felt some relief as the brutal lobster claw tickling on her sides finally stopped. Those sensations really rocked her body, and she started to feel her body heat rising. She then heard those words, and she felt her anger again. Then she gasped in surprise when she felt the shirttails coming out of her jeans. She knew once the shirt was loose, then it would expose more of her skin. She looked up towards her waist and saw the shirt was from the inside of the jeans. She then watched in terror as the shirt was now being rolled up and towards her breasts. She could see her stomach clearly now and then felt the roll of her shirt resting on the underside of her breasts. “W-What are you doing? Leave my shirt alone!” she screamed into her gag.
“Awwww….poor Kylie is wondering what I am doing. I am exposing you, sweetheart. Hehehe By the way, you have a VERY nice looking tummy. So smooth and yet so firm. No wonder when my finger played with your navel, I felt some resistance. You have such a great body. I can only imagine what you look like naked. Hehehe” Sylvia threatened. She knew by just saying the word “naked”, she was going to make Kylie start to panic. She really wanted to torment her mind. She looked into Kylie’s eyes and saw how surprised she was. She then leaned her face closer to Kylie’s, but not close enough for the young woman could head butt her. “You know, I like that idea. What does Kylie Rockford look like naked? I wonder if she has a very pretty pussy. Hehehe” she teased.
Kylie felt her breath leave her body when she heard that threat. It was bad enough that she was tied up and tickled. It was bad enough this woman was taunting her. But to hear her mention being naked, that frightened her. She was tied down. She was helpless. She had already lost her boots and one sock that was now in her mouth. There would be absolutely nothing she could do to prevent this woman from stripping her naked. Now she felt really helpless and started to writhe in her bondage. “No!!! No!! Don’t you dare!” she screamed in the gag.
“What’s the matter, Kylie? You don’t want to be naked? I bet I could make you feel really good! Hehehe” Sylvia teased. She loved the reaction she was getting from Kylie, and it was time to have a lot of fun. She licked her lips and wanted to make Kylie think she was about to do something sexual to her. She then puckered her lips and got closer.
Kylie’s mind was on fire as she thought about the possibility of being sexually exploited. That was something she did to Vera! She couldn’t be that submissive pet to this woman. She kept thinking about how everything went wrong. She then watched as those lips were getting closer to her face and braced herself for a kiss. Then suddenly, she felt those lobster claws again and she exploded into hysterical laughter. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” she screamed.
Sylvia smiled as she heard that hysterical reaction. She loved setting Kylie up, then surprising her with a tickle attack. She looked at her fingers clawing away at that flesh and could feel Kylie tightening her belly area. She could see some of the muscles and was impressed that Kylie was very athletic in her body. She then moved her “claws” towards the hip bones, which she knew was a weak spot for her victims. This attack really seemed to get Kylie going and she saw the torso now flopping around like a fish out of water. She decided she would let Kylie figure out why that wasn’t a good idea, and she continued to apply pressure to her “claws”. “Hehehehe so ticklish! Kylie is a ticklish girl! Yes she is!!! Yes she is!!” she taunted.
Kylie felt those lobster claws on her hips, and it drove her absolutely wild. She could not handle that type of attack and now she was moving her torso all around. She then winced in pain when she felt her body landing very hard against the table, but her arms were behind her back. This caused pain in her arms and wrists, and she started to laugh hysterically, but also had yelps of pain. Then she felt a very strong jolt of ticklish energy tearing through her body and she froze in one place. The tickling was too much at this moment and she felt herself suffering.
Sylvia smiled as she could tell that Kylie figured out that she could hurt herself in this position by flopping around. Now that she kept herself still, she really applied pressure to her claws. The sound of that laughter let her know that she was really tormenting the young lady. She then removed her hands for a moment and let Kylie breathe. She knew there was more to come, and she also had to keep playing with her mind. She waited for Kylie to calm down a little, then she spoke. “So, enjoying yourself yet? You are without a doubt, a very ticklish little girl. Hmmmm….let me give you a choice. Would you rather have me tickle you again like that, or should I strip you naked?” she asked.
Kylie groaned when she heard that question. She was still trying to recuperate from that attack and now this woman was trying to keep torturing her. She wasn’t tortured very long, but it would get much worse as time went on. She did not want to be naked. That was not a good choice for her. “Leave…..me….alone.” she panted inside the gag.
“Hahaha that’s not an answer. Ok, I guess I have to choose for you. Let me see your pussy.” Sylvia said then reached towards the belt buckle on Kylie’s belt. She started to undo the belt and before she could begin to remove just the belt, she heard Kylie begging. She looked at Kylie’s glistening face and loved that look she had. “Yes?” she asked.
Kylie felt her belt buckle coming undone and that scared her to her core. This woman really wanted to see her private part. She couldn’t help but beg her. She did not want to be naked, and she did not want to be tickled. She wanted to get set free, then go back home to the Wellington mansion. “Please…I don’t want you to see my body. Just let me go!” she begged.
“Hehehe that is just not an answer. I guess since you made noise when I tried to see your pussy, I guess that means you want me to….tickle you!!!” Sylvia said with glee. She then started to run her fingers up and down the stomach area, just to throw in a different type of tickling. She had to keep Kylie guessing and this was another moment of doing so. Her fingers went up and down the stomach, first touching the rolled-up shirt, then right across the center of the stomach. She even focused on tickling that very delicate skin right below the belly button as well.
Kylie felt those fingers going up and down her belly and it drove her mad. Having her arms behind her back left that region completely exposed. She noticed the woman’s fingers were very strong and they were pressing into her flesh. They moved quickly over her skin and she just couldn’t stop laughing. It had been so long since she was last tickled, so her sensitivity was rising. She also felt embarrassed because no matter how hard she tried; she kept laughing. She could feel her hair starting to fly around as she tried everything she could to move her body and avoid those tickling fingers. Then the fingers touched the lower part of her ribs and that got her shaking a bit. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH STOP THAT!!! STOP TICKLING!! HAHAHAHAHAH A STOP!” she demanded in her gag.
“Stop? Why would I stop? We are having so much fun together! Hehehehe Wow, you are more ticklish than I thought. You look kind of tough. You look like you can handle yourself in a fight. But no, you are just a ticklish little girl. Hehehehe” Sylvia taunted. She could see that ticklish anguish on Kylie’s face, and she loved it. It was the way Kylie would move that excited her. Helpless ticklish victims were always so much fun. She then paused her tickling for a moment and looked upwards. She saw the naked toes on Kylie’s left foot and smiled. When she took the sock off, she liked what she saw on the foot. The skin on the bottom of the foot was a light pink, and the toes from the big toe to the ring toe were the same length, then the baby toe was much smaller. The big toe was very chunky, and she saw that pink skin and the pale color of the undersides. She wanted to tickle the foot right then and there, but she had to tie Kylie down. Sylvia figured she could threaten Kylie, then make her next move. “Poor Kylie, you can’t go anywhere. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. Just tickling. Hehehe Hey, I have another question for you. Do you have ticklish feet?” she asked.
Kylie felt a great sense of relief washing over her body as the tickling once again stopped. She felt her muscles tiring and even felt a little sore in the stomach area. She felt herself breathing hard and it felt like a workout. Then she heard the threat to her feet. Her eyes bugged out and she looked at her bare left foot. Her right foot still had the sock, but more importantly, both her boots were off, and her feet were vulnerable. She knew if her feet were tickled, she was doomed. She knew just how ticklish her feet were, and this sadistic woman would truly destroy her. She started to shake her head as she saw Sylvia starting to stand up. “No….no….no no no no NO NO NOOOOOOO!!!!” she screamed.
Sylvia heard those words, and she grinned. Kylie just gave away perhaps her greatest ticklish weakness. Tickling feet was a lot of fun and by Kylie’s reaction, she was going to be REALLY ticklish on her feet. She made a mental note to really torture Kylie when she got to her feet, but right now, it was time to throw a swerve at her young victim. As she stood up, she then placed her hand on Kylie’s pussy. She did a quick massage and looked down at Kylie’s face. “Oooh….I bet that felt nice…” she teased.
UP NEXT: The Finale!!!
Ok fans, how did you like this part? I hope you enjoyed the moment with the ladies getting ready for the Ball. After all they had gone through, they deserved that moment. I really hoped you listened to the soundtrack song for that moment as well. It is designed to amplify the emotion of the scene. It is a nice touch. Sylvia is now getting into her groove and she will continue to interject herself throughout the Phase. Just one more chapter of this series, then the next one will debut. That series is Becky Lockhart: The Ticklin' Thief. That should be fun as the story shifts to Plotsville. I hope you are all enjoying this ride and there is SO much more to come! Thank you for your support and your comments are most welcomed and encouraged.
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