Ok fans, time for the next chapter in this saga. Again, I thank each and every one of you for being such dedicated fans to this series. Your enthusiasm and excitement only drives me to produce more stories. There will be 12 chapters, and now it is time for part 3. Things start to get a little more intense and justice needs to be served. I hope you enjoy how this story unfolds and how it will conclude this storyline. I hope you enjoy this next part! As always, feel free to leave your comments!
PART 3
Svetlana slowly started to come to from her slumber. Her head was throbbing slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes. The last thing she remembered was a knee coming straight for her head, then blackness. Now it was coming back to her. She was in a fight with La Diabla, and it was a fierce battle. She then started to move her hands and realized she couldn’t! Her eyes popped open and now her focus came into view. She was still in the storeroom, and she lowered her head. She was still wearing a shirt, but she felt something about her legs. Her legs were spread apart and on her knees. She tried to move her ankles but realized she couldn’t close her legs. Svetlana looked down and noticed she was on top of a desk. Her arms were over her head, wrists tied together. She looked up and saw rope wrapped around her wrists and the other end was tied to a beam in the rafters and then back down and tied to her wrists again. She cocked her head as she realized that she felt a draft on her legs, and it dawned on her. She had no pants or boots! She was in her underwear and socks. Panic started to set in as she knew she was tied up and very vulnerable. Then as her eyes fully cleared, she looked forward and saw a woman sitting in a chair. The woman was still unconscious, and had rope wrapped around her arms and upperbody and around the chair. Her legs were tied together by ropes around the knees, and end of the rope were tied to the chair to effectively hold her in the chair. She was still clothed as she saw the jeans and boots. Rope was tied around the booted ankles. Now, she realized who that was. It was Melissa!!! “What the hell? Melissa! Melissa!” she shouted out.
“Mmmmmmmmm….w-what happened?” Melissa moaned as her head started to lift. She felt a slight ache in her jaw and the last thing she remembered was trying to walk back into the main room of the General Store when she felt something hit her jaw and she saw blackness. Her eyes were still hazy, but she could hear a voice calling out to her. Then she started to really come to attention as she realized she couldn’t even rub her head with her hands as she could not move her hands. She looked down and saw the rope wrapped around her body and now fear started to flow through her body. Her eyes then cleared, and she looked forward. Her heart nearly stopped when she saw Svetlana tied up on top of the desk, her arms above her head and her legs were bent at the knee and spread apart. She noticed that the blond Russian didn’t have any pants on, just her underwear! “What the hell? What happened?” she shouted back and started to squirm in her bonds.
“Can you get free?” Svetlana responded as she continued to pull at her bonds tied around her wrists. She didn’t particularly like this position she was in as her body was very vulnerable. Anger grew within her soul as she remembered who would have done this to her. “That BITCH!!!” she shouted loudly as her eyes turned to slits of rage.
“What bitch?” Melissa asked. She had no idea what happened and now she was scared considering that the Russian bounty hunter was tied up too! Who would have the ability to hurt her and take out someone like Svetlana? Then she heard something. It sounded like a laugh of sorts. The laughter got louder, and it was coming from the entrance of the storeroom. She turned her head to the left, and towards the door and saw a figure standing there. The laughter continued and it sounded very evil. Her eyes then nearly popped out of her head as she recognized the face of the woman standing in the doorway. “No!!! NOT YOU!!!! NOOOOOOO!!!” she screamed in terror.
La Diabla walked towards her two victims in the storeroom. As she walked towards them, she saw Melissa the shop keeper on her right, a tied up on the desk Svetlana on the left. A surge of adrenaline flowed through her as she had two women she really didn’t like, tied up and at her mercy. She walked with a slow strut, trying to prolong their fear. She looked over at Melissa, who definitely had a look of pure fear. Memories of the last time they were together filled her mind as she got to tickle torture her into revealing the location of the place where Cheyenne, Darby and all those women were being held. La Diabla never really liked Melissa as she was very rude when they first met, so breaking her with tickle torture was very satisfying. Then she looked over at Svetlana. She could see the look of defiance in her eyes, but it didn’t matter. That was the woman who shot Darby. That was the woman who helped kidnapped Cheyenne. This was a very personal moment for her, and she was going to get her revenge. As she approached Svetlana, a quick memory filled her mind.
“Please….bring them to justice. Not vengeance. Promise me that you will bring them to face justice and not end them. Promise me.”
“Ok….I promise. I will bring them to face justice….”
The memory of what Darby told her filled her mind and she felt that emotion. She truly wanted to kill Svetlana to begin her revenge, but that face of the deputy filled her mind and gave her emotions conflict. She is a ruthless outlaw, the most feared woman in the Southwest United States. But Darby affected her heart and she did make a promise to her. She just could not break that promise. Not to Darby. Not during this time in her life. She then approached Svetlana and had a very wry smile on her face. “You’re awake finally. I trust that you are comfortable? Hehe” she giggled.
Svetlana felt anger flowing through her body as now La Diabla was going to mock her. She started to writhe in her bonds, trying to find a way to get out of her predicament. She saw the happiness in La Diabla’s eyes, and she gritted her teeth. “Free me know you bitch! If you free me, then I promise I will not destroy you!” she growled.
La Diabla let out a slow, menacing laugh as she heard Svetlana’s words. She loved when her victims showed a bold front, which would make it all the more fun to destroy them. “Bitch? Did you just really call me a bitch? I always thought you were stupid, but you simply confirmed it. You are in NO position to demand anything. If you haven’t noticed, you are all tied up at the moment. Hehehe” she laughed. She then reached her right hand forward and did a light slap across the left cheek of Svetlana’s face. “Listen up bitch. You are now my prisoner. You are at MY mercy. I will give none. You are going to suffer…” she threatened.
“I swear! You better let me go! You are weak little girl! I will make you pay for this! Remember when you were tied up? Remember how naked you were, and how much comrade Helga humiliated you? You are not so tough. You are weak girl. Let me go now, and I will forgive you.” Svetlana said with venom in her voice. She already started to think of ways to get free, but she knew she was going to suffer. She just couldn’t let La Diabla see the fear that was building up inside her.
“hahaha you are kinda cute. Trying to threaten me, while YOU are tied up. Cute. Yes, I do remember when I was tied up and helpless. I do remember when your bitch friend Helga tickled and tormented my body and humiliated me. I do remember how I was broken, and she and Priscilla got the best of me. I remember ALL OF THAT.” La Diabla told her. She felt anger in her own body grow as she remembered her absolute humiliation that day. Now, she was going to inflict terrible revenge on Svetlana, just like she did with Helga.
“Wait, you were tortured?” Melissa asked as she listened to the conversation between Svetlana and La Diabla. Now, she was curious. The woman who tortured her a few days ago got tortured herself? A small thrill flowed through her because she remembered how the outlaw tortured her. She embarrassed her by exposing her breasts and tickling her to give up the location of where Helga was. Hearing that her attacker was tickle tortured and humiliated gave her a measure of satisfaction.
La Diabla turned her head and faced Melissa. She heard her question, and she could see a gleam of satisfaction in her eyes. She smiled at her, then approached her. She walked up to the chair Melissa was tied in and knelt down so she could be eye to eye with her. “Yes, I was tortured. I was tortured all over my body. Do you like hearing about that? Do you enjoy hearing about how I was tormented by that brute Helga? I am sure you do….” she said in a teasing tone.
Melissa looked into La Diabla’s eyes and grew concerned. It was true she was happy to hear that the outlaw was tormented, but judging by La Diabla’s demeanor, that satisfaction was going to be used against her. “I’m sorry you were tormented…” she lied. Melissa did not want to make La Diabla angry because she knew the woman would torment her again!
La Diabla chuckled to herself as she knew Melissa was lying in her response. She now wanted to play mind games with the trapped shop keeper. “Thank you for that. It was really brutal torture. They stripped me completely naked, and I was very helpless. Then………they tickled me all over my body. They tickled my armpits, my sides, my ribs, my very ticklish belly, even my nipples and breasts! Oh, but the torment on my feet drove me insane. I was just laughing and laughing and laughing. I was begging them so much to make them stop. But they wouldn’t stop. They just tickled and tickled and tickled….” she said in a pretend frightened tone of voice.
Melissa bit her lower lip as she listened to La Diabla talk about how she was tortured. In her mind, she could envision the outlaw completely naked and helpless. She imagined how she was tickled all over her sexy body, and hearing that it was torture gave her a thrill. She imagined what it would be like if she was there, tickling the woman all over. Her own feet were tickled, and it would have been the greatest sight in the world to her if she could have seen La Diabla’s barefeet tickled. She could imagine the boots coming off, followed by her socks. She imagined that the outlaw would have very cute feet and wondered how they looked and what the sound of her laughter would be like. A smile formed on her face as she listened to that sexy description of that tickle experience.
“…and tickled. I mean, I begged them for mercy. I even was forced to suck some toes. Can you imagine that? I was so helpless. In fact, my feet are feeling really sensitive right now just remembering what happened to me. I bet you wish you were there witnessing it all. Am I right? You would just love to see me suffer by tickling my very……sensitive…..skin. Do you want to tickle my feet? Do you want to put your fingers all over my soles and make me scream for mercy as you tickle me senseless? Just imagine it. Your hands on my feet and all you can hear is me begging you, ‘please Melissa! Please stop tickling my feet! It tickles so much! Please, no more! My feet are so ticklish! No, not my toes!!!’ Oh yes, you would totally have me under your power. Give me mercy. Please. I am begging you….hehehe” La Diabla teased.
Melissa was in a trance as she listened to La Diabla describe that event. She could in fact imagine her having La Diabla tied down. Maybe her feet were in the air, and she would remove those boots! She would throw those boots over her shoulder and stare at the socked feet. A gleam formed in her eyes as she imagined peeling off the socks, exposing those sweet feet! She swallowed hard as she imagined running her fingers up and down the bottoms of those trapped feet and hearing her scream and beg for mercy would be the sweetest and most glorious feeling in the world! “Yes!! No mercy! I am going to tickle you forever!” she screamed out as her mind was in a full trance. SLAP!!! Then she yelped in pain as she felt a hard slap across her left cheek! Her mind came back into focus, and she looked at La Diabla staring at her with a menacing smile. She was just slapped back into consciousness! “Ow!! That really hurt!” she whimpered.
“Of course it hurt you stupid bitch!! It was a nice dream, but you are never going to have it in reality. Now that I know you want to see me suffer, not only will I torture Svetlana the Bitch over there, but I am going to torment YOU again…..” La Diabla said, then let out an evil chuckle. She then stood up and slapped Melissa one more time against the left cheek and then turned around to face Svetlana. “Now, where were we?” she teased.
Svetlana had a scowl on her face as she witnessed that entire teasing episode between Melissa and La Diabla. She knew the outlaw would easily intimidate Melissa, but she was not going to fall for it. “Leave her alone you pathetic bitch! How about you let me go, and we settle this once and for all?” she asked. She wanted one more opportunity to fight the woman, and this time she was not going to lose.
“You’re so cute. How do you think you got in the position you are in now? I kicked your ass remember? Or maybe you don’t since I did knock you out….” La Diabla mocked. She then got closer to Svetlana’s face. The way she positioned Svetlana; she was near the end of the table with the length of the desk stretch out in front of her. She got on top of the desk and sat in front of her victim in Indian style. Now, Svetlana’s torso and head were right in front of her, completely helpless to her designs. She then pulled out a knife from its sheath on her gun belt and held it up directly in front of Svetlana’s eyes. “You know, this is my favorite knife. It has the blood of many people on it. It is very sharp and so darn effective. Being with Cheyenne’s tribe, they even helped make it sharper than normal….” she smiled, hoping to elicit fear in the Russian.
Svetlana looked at the knife in her face, and she did have fear, but she had too much pride to show it. She has been in knife fights before, but she was never tied down and completely helpless. She knew she still had to display a determination, or La Diabla would surely break her. “You think that scares me? Please, you stupid woman. I have been cut with much better knives in battle…” she said with defiance in her tone.
“So cute…You know, my original plan was to use this very knife and stick it so deep inside your belly, I can cut your intestines out. I was going to hogtie your lifeless body with your own intestines to send a message that you do not mess with me. But luckily for you, I made a promise to someone. I promised her that I would actually bring you to justice, just like that stupid heifer partner of yours, Helga. Ironic isn’t it. You have been spared your life by the same woman you tried to kill….” La Diabla told her.
Svetlana felt flush in the face as she realized that it was Darby that will save her life. She was still trapped so she knew she may not die a gruesome death, but something was going to happen to her. “I should have killed you….” she muttered.
“Yes, you should have. You see, even though that woman was shot, she still wants to spare you. Me? I want to end you. I want you to suffer and you WILL suffer. You will endure some horrific torture and you WILL bend to my will. I promise you, you will be a begging little girl, just like Helga….” La Diabla replied then placed the of the knife on the tip of Svetlana’s nose.
“You don’t scare me bitch….” Svetlana spat back, even though there was a lingering fear in her voice.
“You will be scared, trust me, you WILL BE. Now, I think that since I was tortured, it is your turn to feel my wrath.” La Diabla smiled as she lowered her knife. She had Svetlana right where she wanted. “The thing about you bounty hunters is that you are so strong, so tough. Helga, I will admit is quite the physical specimen. Strong, powerful, ruthless. But she is still a woman. I am a woman and so are you. The good thing about a woman is, our bodies have certain…..sensitivities. You know what I mean? You saw what happened to me….” she said with a threatening tone.
Svetlana gulped as she heard La Diabla’s words. She had a feeling on what was about to happen, and a small feeling of fear started to come into her body. She knew in her personal history that she was rarely touched, but when she was, she had strong sensitivities. Every once in a while, Helga and she would wrestle each other and the bigger Russian would touch her very sensitive spots and she would collapse into giggles. Now, there was a woman determined to see her suffer. Much like her comrade, she just could not give that satisfaction of breaking. “I hate you….let me go and I will forgive you…” she muttered.
La Diabla let her head fall backwards and started to laugh. She let out a very loud laugh as she heard Svetlana’s choice of words. Her head then went forward again, and she laid eyes on her victim again. “Awww… I think someone is scared! I think someone knows what is about to happen to her! She knows how humiliating it will be to laugh her silly head off as I…..tickle…her….” she then grinned and lifted her hands.
Svetlana saw the hands raising in the air and she knew this was the moment of truth. She was going to be tickled, and she also knew that La Diabla was not going to show any mercy. She did not know how sensitive she was still, and she had a mental prayer that her ticklishness decreased over the years she has been a bounty hunter. “Don’t…just don’t.” was all she could reply.
“Awww… someone sounds like she is going to be very ticklish…hehehe.. I love it. Oh, did you know Helga is ticklish too? She was sure suffering when I had her tied down and giggling like a schoolgirl. I already know, you are the weak link in your little bounty hunter club, so making you scream in laughter will be easy. Or, should I just cut you up anyway?” La Diabla smiled. She then placed her hands near the exposed sides of her prisoner.
Svetlana’s mind began to race as she knew she was about to endure some torture. She also felt anger after hearing that La Diabla tickle tortured Helga. That surprised her because Helga was so powerful, there was no way she would be ticklish! She even tried once, and Helga laughed her away. “I know you’re lying. Helga is not ticklish…” she whispered.
“Oh, how wrong you are. She turned out to be ……..very…… ticklish. I know you are the weaker one, you are her sidekick. So, I am guessing your body will be a LOT more sensitive…hehehe” La Diabla teased. She then poked her left index finger into Svetlana’s side through the shirt and felt the Russian wince. She then took her right index finger and poked the left side and once again she saw the body wince. “Yes, someone is going to suffer really soon…”
“Leave her alone!! Let us go!!” Melissa demanded. She could hear La Diabla threaten tickle torture and she did not want to see Svetlana suffer. She felt some kind of loyalty to the Russian because both of the bounty hunters treated her with respect. Most of the men in town would look down at her, some were cordial, but many others demanded her to serve them in this General Store. The Russian bounty hunters were friendly and made her feel important. That is why she was so willing to help them with their supplies, even knowing that they were involved in illegal business. “You are just so mean! Let us go!” she demanded.
La Diabla turned her head and smiled as she looked at Melissa. “You be quiet over there. Trust me, your turn will happen.” she smiled. She then faced Svetlana again and now she was running both of her hands up and down the sides. She saw the steely eyes of the Russian looking back at her, her face still stone like, but she could feel some tremors under her fingertips. She then had a wry smile. “You are so tough! Nothing breaks you, right? My touches shouldn’t bother you at all then, so I can continue….” she whispered to her.
Svetlana tried to keep her face frozen in defiance as she looked at that evil smile on La Diabla’s face. She just could not show her any emotion, any reaction, even as those fingers were poking and fluttering up and down her sides. She could feel the small ticklish reactions starting to build up in her body and it was going to take every ounce of her strength to not react. The ticklish sensations started to build as the fingers made their way further up her sides, on the outside edges of her ribs. She wanted to shake, she wanted to twist her body to get away from the fingers, but she had to focus. She had to show her tormentor that she was not going to fold and give her the pleasure of torture.
“I know you want to laugh. Come on….you can let just a tiny giggle to come out. It’s ok! It’s ok to be ticklish! You are trying to be so strong, but we both know that you have a ticklish weakness. Tickle tickle tickle…” La Diabla teased as her fingers continued to probe and flutter along the sides. She then lowered her hands right back down the sides and she made it to the hip bone area. Using her fingers like lobster claws, she squeezed the hipbones and was taken aback as she felt the body thrash in a reaction! “Oh!!!! Did that bother you? Well, well, well…..looks like someone IS ticklish! Hehehe” she taunted.
Svetlana still kept her face frozen in defiance, even though her mind was racing in a panic. That squeezing on her hipbones even surprised her and fear started to grow. She didn’t know how long she could hold out and not react, but that hipbone squeeze really threw her off her game. “It….didn’t…tickle…” she responded, taking her time between each words so she wouldn’t laugh. The squeezes happened again and again, and she held in her grunts.
La Diabla enjoyed the bounty hunter’s discomfort and knew she found a weak spot. She found it very amusing that Svetlana was still trying to not react to her tickle attempts, but she was very confident she would break her. Knowing from experience, the longer a ticklish person would hold out from laughing, the weaker their body becomes and when they did break, the ticklish sensations would be so much worse. She definitely knew this from her own personal experience. It happened to her in that cavern and once she broke and let her laughter out, the ticklish sensations felt so much worse. Breaking Svetlana was going to be fun! “Come on sweet thing, you can let it out. You do realize the longer you hold it all in, the more you will build up like a volcano and lose all sense of reality when you explode, and you WILL give in to me. In fact, this shirt is in the way. Can you imagine what will happen to you when I touch your skin? Hehehe” she laughed evilly. She then picked up her knife again and placed the tip of the blade in the front of the shirt and with a quick flick, she poked a hole in the shirt and then started to cut away at the fabric. The shirt easily cut away, and she cut away at the sleeves, and soon, she removed the shirt and tossed it over her head, and it fell near Melissa’s booted feet. The Russian was wearing a bra, and she cocked her head. “Maybe we should get right to business and see your tits…”
Svetlana was in shock and also grew angry. Her shirt was cut away, exposing her upperbody and now the outlaw was threatening to expose her breasts! She looked on in horror as she saw the blade of the knife now placed on her sternum and on the bra clasp. She gasped as she saw the blade flick the strap and now the front of her bra was loose, and the cups slowly fell off her breasts. Her face turned red with anger, and she looked at La Diabla with venom in her eyes. Her size B breasts were exposed to that woman. “I swear, when I get out of this, I am going to make you suffer. What Helga and Priscilla did to you will be child’s play compared to what I will do to you…I promise you that.” Svetlana seethed.
“Promises, promises..hehehe” La Diabla giggled, showing no fear of Svetlana’s threat. She looked at the naked breasts and nodded her head. They were pretty nice looking mounds, and the large pink nipples looked rather appealing. She then reached her hands forward again and with her fingertips, she started to lightly flutter then on the sides of Svetlana. Now that the shirt was removed, she could touch the skin. With this kind of touch, she could see the goosebumps form and could even see the body started to shake a little. Even with this reaction, she saw a cold stare on Svetlana’s face. It didn’t faze her because she knew in due time, that cold stare would be replaced with ticklish agony. “Come on Svetlana, why so serious? I know you feel this. You are not made of iron. You’re the weak one compared to Helga. I will get you to laugh. As a matter of fact, I bet you are much prettier when you smile. You’re ugly anyway, but at least smile….” she taunted.
Svetlana felt anger again as now the outlaw was insulting her. She could feel those fingers doing the light touches on her side and it was starting to drive her crazy. When the fingertip moved to the spot right below her ribs on her side, her body flinched involuntarily. She started to grit her teeth and focused on La Diabla’s smirking face. She hated that smile, those brown eyes looking back at her, mocking her. “I will make you EEEP!!” she shrieked as she felt the fingertips poke directly into her ribs. The move surprised her as she was bracing for the light touches, and she felt a panic. She clamped her lips again, so that she could not make another sound.
“Hmmm…I think I may have found a spot. Let’s try that again…” La Diabla smiled as she then started to poke her fingertips with more pressure into the rib area. Now, the torso of Svetlana started to writhe with more energy, and this greatly amused her. She knew slowly but surely, she was going torture this woman. She then wrapped each hand around the sides where her four fingers pressed into the back, and her thumbs were now on the front ribcage. Then with wicked glee, she started to rotate her thumbs rapidly on the cage and now the body started to writhe with a lot more intensity. Her eyes then looked back up at Svetlana’s face and the woman still had a cold stare on her face, but she noticed the eyes were starting to blink more rapidly and the skin was turning red. “Come on now bitch, laugh. Laugh for La Diabla…” she teased.
Svetlana continued to hold in the laughter. The thumbs rotating on her ribcage was absolutely driving her crazy with ticklish electricity. It took every ounce of willpower for her to not explode into laughter at this time. She saw the taunting expression on La Diabla’s face, and even though the anger was still within her, the thumbs on her ribs was slowly cracking through her ability to remain calm. Her eyes then diverted over to Melissa who had a look of absolute shock on her face.
Melissa watched as she saw what was happening before her. Since she was seated, Svetlana and La Diabla were at a higher angle of view because they were on the table. It absolutely shocked her that this was happening. She was tied up again by the outlaw, but now Svetlana was captured with her. The Russian was tough, and she would get free! But now she had doubts. The bounty hunter was tied pretty tight, and even more embarrassing was the fact that her shirt was cut off. She saw the breasts and it absolutely stunned her. Then she remembered what La Diabla did to her. She remembered when her own breasts were exposed by the outlaw and how humiliating that was for her. Even though she considered herself “straight”, she had to admit that Svetlana’s breasts did look very nice. But she knew how embarrassing it was. Melissa also wondered if Svetlana would laugh. She could see La Diabla’s fingers pressing into the ribcage and somehow the bounty hunter was not laughing. She knew if it was her, she would be laughing hysterically at this moment. She wondered if La Diabla could make Svetlana break.
La Diabla continued to rotate her thumbs into the ribcage, and she could feel the body trembling in her hands. She also noticed that the Svetlana’s eyes started to water. That was a sign that she was struggling to hold in her laughter. It was just a matter of time before the damn broke and this woman would be for mercy. An idea popped into her mind, and she smiled. The more she rotated her thumbs into these obviously ticklish ribs, the more Svetlana tried to keep her mouth close, the more the pressure built up. She just needed to make her speak and then there was going to be no stopping. “Look at you! Such a ticklish little girl! I know this tickles! My thumbs can feel the tremors in your bones. Soon, you’re going to be laughing and begging me for mercy. Because ticklish little girls like you are weak! You are and will always be someone’s bitch! You are my bitch now, just like you were always Helga’s bitch….” she taunted.
Svetlana heard the taunts and it angered her. She was no one’s bitch, and she and Helga were equals as far as she was concerned. How dare this woman even indicate she was inferior?! “You stuuuuupppiiiddhahahahahahahahahahaha” she laughed. Once she opened her mouth, she broke her concentration and there was nothing she could do to hold back the laughter. She surprised herself as she let her laughter out, those thumbs did their damage. What really bothered her was the look of glee on La Diabla’s face. Now she knew she was in trouble.
“THERE YOU GO!!!! Let it all out sidekick bitch, let it all out….” La Diabla teased as she then pressed her thumbs a little harder, just to make it tickle. She could see the look of shock on Svetlana’s eyes, and it delighted her. Now, a wave of excitement washed over her. This was all about revenge. She was not doing this to gain information out of the bounty hunter, she was doing this as revenge. Embarrassing Svetlana was not the kind of revenge she wanted, especially after this woman tried to kill the woman she had feelings for, but she made a promise. So, if she had to turn the Russian over to the authorities, she might as well humiliate her. Now, she rubbed her fingers up and down a few of the ribs and her eyes went to the ribcage. She wanted to focus in on the area and try to find the worst spots. Listening to Svetlana’s steady giggles was music to her ears, but she wanted to do more. “I am going to torture you…” she said with a cold tone.
Svetlana continued to laugh as she felt the pressure on her ribs. Now that she opened her mouth, and the laughter came out, she couldn’t stop it. She tried to close her mouth, but the consistent tickling on her ribs prevented her. Frustration started to build in her body as she did not want to laugh and give this outlaw anything. She was angry at herself for falling for La Diabla’s game and got her to speak. Svetlana knew how ticklish she was. She remembered the times when she wrestled Helga for practice and the larger Russian would sometimes tickle her. She felt helpless to Helga’s power and was grateful that no one else ever tickled her. Svetlana would watch the other slaves laugh hysterically as Helga tortured them, and she knew it would never happen to her. Now, La Diabla was tormenting her and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She looked down at La Diabla’s face and the outlaw was not looking back at her. She was focused on her ribs. What also made it worse was La Diabla did not stay on one spot on her ribs. She moved them all around the ribcage.
La Diabla had a slight smirk on her face as her thumbs continued to move around the ribs. The laughter from her victim continued to get stronger and now she started to move her hands down from the cage, down the sides, and towards the hips. She had to keep the tickling of the spots random so Svetlana would not build a tolerance. She then looked up and saw that beautiful face with a tormented smile. She could also see the breasts jiggling in front of her. That also amused her. She absolutely loved jiggling breasts on a woman and how much fun she could have with them. She knew she would eventually play with those mounds, but it was time to keep the tickling of the sides going. She then placed her hands on each respective hipbone and paused the tickling for a moment. She formed her hands like “lobster claws” and then looked into Svetlana’s eyes. “Hey sidekick! Now, I am going to make you suffer. This will not be a tease. This will be hell. I will punish you for a very long time. While you scream your lungs out, I want you to think about something. I want you think about that beautiful Deputy you tried to assassinate and caused her to go to the hospital. Because I am not going to stop until I feel like it. I won’t even let you pass out. You will FEEL this hell unleashed on you…” La Diabla threatened.
Svetlana started to calm down, but her body was still on high alert. She heard the threat and could feel fingers on her hipbones. She knew that the horrific tickling was going to start soon, but she still had her pride. She heard the words, and a thought of Darby entered her mind. Since she was told she was not going to be killed by the outlaw, she could still be defiant. “You bitch….I am thinking of your friend. I wish I finished the job and enjoy-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” she screamed as she felt those hands squeezing her hipbones. She never knew how much that spot tickled before as that area was never really touched. Now, she could feel the sheer intensity of it all and it definitely threw her off her game. It was bad enough all she was wearing was her underwear and socks, so she could feel the hands directly on her skin, her underwear slightly pulled down to expose those flanks. Her body started to vibrate as the ticklish pressure on that spot was driving her insane. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA LET ME GOOO!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA STOP HAHAHAHAHAHA STOOOOOOOPPPP!!!” she screamed.
La Diabla couldn’t help but have a smirk on her face as she heard the hysterical laughter coming from Svetlana. She found a very sensitive spot and she was going to exploit it. Now that the Russian finally started laughing, she could inflict the torture side of the tickling. She dug her fingers deeper into those hipbones, and right in those “pockets” on the sides and now Svetlana’s body started to writhe a lot more furiously. The look in La Diabla’s eyes turned to slits as she focused on pressing further and further into that part of the body, trying to find the most intense laughter. This was going to be really enjoyable to watch this woman suffer. She then decided to taunt Svetlana further. She stopped her hipbone tickling and looked at the Russian. “Feeling ok?” she said with a smile.
Svetlana shook her head, trying to gather her wits about her. The tickling was pretty intense and now she cleared her eyes and saw the smirk on La Diabla’s face. Her hatred for the outlaw continued to grow as she knew she was being humiliated. She was catching her breath and her eyes turned to slits. “I….I…..hate you…” she panted.
La Diabla could only smile when she heard Svetlana’s words. “You hate me? I am glad! I want you to hate me because I am going to make you suffer sidekick.” she responded.
“Why don’t you free me, and we can settle this like women? Tickling me is not a true warrior’s way!” Svetlana challenged.
La Diabla chuckled to herself and had her trademark smirk again. “My dear, like I told you before. You already lost to me and second, this may not be a warrior’s way, but it is rather embarrassing is it not? I mean, you are just laughing and laughing, like a little schoolgirl. There is nothing you can do to stop it. The big tough Russian is just a ticklish little girl. No wonder Helga was the boss. You are just so weak….” she taunted.
Svetlana could only look at La Diabla with disgust. She truly despised La Diabla, and she wished there was something she could do. Her arms were trapped above her and the ties around her wrists were very effective. What really got her angry was the insults by the outlaw. “I am NOT a little girl! I am not weak!!! I am not……..YOU!!!!!” she shouted in anger.
La Diabla couldn’t help but laugh. She did like the defiance still within Svetlana, so tormenting her would still be a lot of fun. “Oh sweetie…you think that bothers me? If I am the weak one, what does that make you? I mean, it is true I was tormented and beaten, but that was by Priscilla and Helga. YOU were not part of that. Yet, here you are, tied up and helpless and you are just a…..ticklish…..little….girl….” she said, then reached forward once again and started to squeeze those hipbones once again and felt a thrill through her body when she heard the hysterical laughter explode out of Svetlana’s lungs.
Svetlana screamed in ticklish laughter as La Diabla’s hands once again started to squeeze her hipbones. The tickling was driving her crazy and she just could not stop laughing. She shut her eyes to try and focus on anything but those surprisingly strong hands from squeezing that area on her body, but it was no use. Her body betrayed her mind and just let the laughter out. She opened her eyes and saw the look of evil glee on La Diabla’s. She didn’t want to give that woman satisfaction, but she had no choice. “HAHAHAHAHAHA QUIT IT!!! HAHAHAHAA STOP TICKLING ME YOU BBBBHAHAHAHAHAHAHBITCH!” she screamed.
Melissa continued to watch in horror as she saw Svetlana now screaming in ticklish terror. It was surreal to her because both Helga and Svetlana were so tough. They seemed invincible and now Svetlana was laughing heartily. A shiver formed in her body as she remembered how La Diabla tickled her own body and she wondered if the Russian bounty hunter would be able to hold out. She could see the sheer look of hysterics in Svetlana’s eyes, and she saw the back of La Diabla. It was just an amazing sight to see. The outlaw was sitting on the table as though she was watching a show and Svetlana was the entertainment. Melissa started to wonder if there was something she could do. She felt helpless because she definitely did not want to be tortured herself.
La Diabla continued to press and dig into the hipbone area and wanted to continue that torture. Svetlana’s body continued to writhe, and the intensity of the laughter was increasing. She looked up towards the head again and saw the Russian trying to fight it. She grinned as she could see small beads of sweat forming on the forehead and when she looked down, she could see the sweat forming on the chest area. “Suffer bitch….you will suffer…” she said with a menacing tone. She then let go of the hipbones and went after the sides and ribs again. Her fingers started to probe the ribs once again.
Svetlana now felt the hands going up and down her sides and when those fingers got to her ribs, it sent a major jolt of ticklish electricity through her body. Now she tried to shift her upperbody left to right, trying to get away from those fingers, but they followed her no matter where she tried to move. When she moved to her left, fingers started to probe her left ribcage, which immediately made her shift her body to the right. Then the right ribcage was tickle assaulted and she continued to just shake back and forth. What really bothered her was the child like giggles coming from La Diabla at her expense. She wanted to curse this woman out, but her voice was reserved for hysterical laughter. Now, shame started to wash over her because her will to resist was already shredded. Then, her eyes looked over at Melissa. She could see the storekeeper sitting there, watching as she laughed heartily. Her chest was exposed, and she was near naked. It was bad enough that she was cackling hysterically in front of La Diabla, but now there was another witness. Her mind then started to think. Melissa had to help her! Her eyes got bigger, and she could see Melissa looking right at her. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA HELP ME!!! DO HAHAHAHA SOMETHING!!!!” she screamed.
La Diabla continued to run her fingers up and down and all around the ribs, when she heard Svetlana scream for help. She looked up at the bounty hunter’s face and saw her looking over her own head. She then stopped the tickle assault and turned her head. Now, it made sense. She was asking Melissa for help. La Diabla chuckled at the feeble attempt for help. “You are asking HER for help? Haha you poor ticklish girl. She can’t do anything to save you at all…” she cooed. Then an idea came to her mind. She spun around on the table and then got off of it. She then walked over towards with Melissa with an evil grin. She then knelt down in front of the storekeeper and placed her hands on the bound knees. “Can you believe that? She is actually asking YOU to help? Do you want to help her?” she smiled.
Melissa felt really nervous as she saw La Diabla right before her. Her legs were tied together. Her arms were bound to her sides, and her wrists were roped to the sides of the chair. She could see that taunting face and her own well being was in danger. She heard the question and she swallowed hard. “I-I-I don’t know…” was all she could say.
La Diabla let out a loud laugh. She stood up again and stared down at Melissa. She shook her head and laughed again. “You don’t know? You don’t want to help this evil bitch? Isn’t she your friend? If she was my friend, I would want to help her.” she mocked.
Melissa felt embarrassed and lowered her head. “Can you just leave us alone? Let us go and we won’t say anything.” she mumbled.
“Say anything? What would you say? That ticklish bitch over there is wanted for attempting to assassinate an officer of the law. You are aiding and abetting that criminal. Tell me you stupid bitch, what would you say?” La Diabla mocked. She was enjoying this position of power. She then went slightly behind Melissa on her right hand side and put her face next to Melissa’s right cheek. “You know, since you are helping someone who tried to kill someone I care about, maybe I should punish you too. Wouldn’t that be fun? Because I remember how ticklish YOU are…hehehehe” La Diabla threatened.
Melissa’s heart felt like it stopped when she heard what La Diabla told her. She definitely did not want to be tickled by her again! “No!!! It would not be fun!! I didn’t do anything to you! Please! Please don’t touch me!!” she begged hysterically.
“Why not? I mean, she is your friend, right? She is asking for your help. Are you really not going to help her by sacrificing yourself for her?” La Diabla teased. The situation she had Melissa in reminded her of what happened to her back in the cavern. At her very worst moment, a moment where she was going to be completely destroyed by Helga and Priscilla, someone did help her. Someone was willing to sacrifice her own body to save her from certain destruction. That thought made La Diabla’s heart feel love towards Darby and she was going to use that idea to really mess with Melissa. She knew Svetlana and her would never help one another so she was going to truly enjoy tormenting the both of them.
“Well…I…uh, well I…..don’t know. How about you let us both go?” Melissa offered. She could still feel La Diabla’s presence to her right side and she got really nervous. She liked Svetlana, as well as Helga, but not enough to sacrifice her own well being. They were not close friends or anything like that. She felt the large wave of fear ripping through her because that time she was tickled tortured by La Diabla, it was a horrible feeling.
“You are such a terrible friend….” La Diabla told her, then got behind her completely. She then placed her head on Melissa’s left side now and whispered into her ear. “Since you are such a lousy friend, you need to be punished! I can’t stand lousy friends…..” she teased. She then reached her hands to the front of Melissa’s upperbody and started to tickle the ribs area. She immediately felt the body writhing and it greatly amused her.
“WAIT!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOOO!! HAHAHAHAHA DON’T!!!” Melissa screeched as she felt the fingers digging into her ribs. She knew the possibility of being tickled was there, but it still surprised her when she felt those fingers know kneading into her ribcage. She started to thrash about and even tried to swing her head to the left to knock La Diabla away from her, but she hit nothing but air. This only lead to more aggressive tickling on her ribs and she was in total tickle fear.
“Did you try to hit me with your head? You BAD, BAD GIRL!!!” La Diabla taunted as she then tickle the lower part of the ribs. She couldn’t get the entire cage because there were ropes in that area. But the area she did have access to was quite the sensitive spot. Listening to the storekeeper scream in hysterics felt good to her. She never did like Melissa and wanted to make her suffer.
Svetlana continued to recover from her own tickling assault and could only look on helplessly as Melissa was being tickled. She liked Melissa, she was glad it wasn’t her getting humiliated with tickling right now, instead it was the storekeeper. Her breathing started to return to normal and as she watched the ticking scene unfold before her, it got her upset. She wished she could get free from these bonds. If she did, she would definitely put La Diabla in this position and she could have her way with her!
Melissa continued to cackle away as she felt those hands rummaging all over her cage and they even went into her belly button. Her legs started to kick forward, the knees straightening out with her feet in the air. She threw her head back and let the laughter flowed out. Being knocked out, tied up and tickled once again by the same woman was something she was not expecting at all. “HAHAHAHAHAHA YOU GOT TO STOP!!! PLEASE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA I DIDN’T DO HAHAHAHAHAHA ANYTHING!!!!” she screamed.
La Diabla grinned hearing this woman beg. She saw the legs straightening out, with the booted feet in the air as the head was leaning back. There was just something thrilling about hearing this laughter. Melissa was not a warrior; she was just a normal woman who got caught up with the wrong people. She did not have to worry about her trying to resist and fight her torture. That’s what made this so much more fun! “I suggest you lower your feet back down, because if you don’t, your boots are giving me ticklish ideas..hehehehe” she playfully threatened.
Melissa immediately lowered her legs and tucked them under the chair. She definitely did not want La Diabla to have any bright ideas about her feet. The memory of having her feet tickled just a few days ago was still very vivid in her mind. Now she just had to deal with those fingers in her midsection! “HAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE STOP TICKLING MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she screamed out in a panic.
La Diabla chuckled to herself as she saw how fast those boots went back down and under the table. This was starting to be a lot of fun. She then stopped digging into the ribs and paused her torment. She could hear the sense of relief coming from her victim, then she placed her head on the right side of Melissa’s face. “Didn’t that feel good? I bet you feel so relieved right now. Well, before I start again, I want to test something. Do you like Svetlana over there?” she whispered in her ear, then pointed towards the tied up Russian bounty hunter.
Melissa looked directly at Svetlana on the desk and could hear that voice in her ear. She was thrilled the tickling stopped, but why would she be asked if she liked Svetlana or not? “Um…yes. I mean…she is someone I know..” she stammered. She had no idea what La Diabla planned, but it was not going to be good either way.
“Well, I ask that question because I want to see how close you two are as friends. Here’s what I want you to do. I am going to tickle one of you. I am going to tickle one of you really badly in the ribs and tummy. The question is, who do I tickle? Either you or her. YOU have to decide. Hehehe” La Diabla giggled.
Melissa’s eyes bugged out in pure shock! Did that woman just ask her who should be tickled, and she had to decide? A chill went through her because she knew the obvious answer, but she could see Svetlana looking right back at her. Even though she and the Russian were on friendly terms, she knew she should never cross either her or Helga. She had an impossible decision. It was going to be either her or Svetlana to be tickled! “um, I-I-I have to choose? But why?” she stammered nervously.
“Because I said so…..so, I suggest you choose wisely. Because if you do not choose, I will just tickle you until you pass out. Maybe that is what you want. Maybe you want to sacrifice yourself to help that bitch Svetlana over there. So, do you choose yourself to be tickled by me? Hehehe” La Diabla asked in a very teasing voice.
Svetlana looked on in horror as she heard the choice Melissa was given. She shook her head slowly as she saw the ticklish fear in Melissa’s eyes. She knew that woman was going to sell her out to save her own skin. She hated the psychological teasing La Diabla was doing to her. “Don’t listen to her Melissa!!! She is trying to have you turn on me! Don’t fall for it!” she shouted.
“But…but she said she will tickle me. She said it is either me or you!” Melissa responded with panic in her voice. She could feel La Diabla’s hands close to her body and she felt those ticklish feelings getting stronger even though she was not being touched.
“It’s a trap!!! She wants me to suffer!!! Don’t answer her!!! She’s bluffing!!!” Svetlana yelled. She knew what La Diabla was up to, and she wanted to make sure Melissa did not order her to be tickled. She could see that sadistic smile on La Diabla’s face, and it only got her upset. “You bitch!!! Leave her alone!” she demanded.
“Aww….seems like Svetlana is worried. But you shouldn’t listen to her. I mean, she is quite selfish don’t you think? Notice she is only talking about her getting tickled, but that means YOU will be tickled by me. We both know you are more ticklish than her and she is willing to sacrifice you to save herself. Some friend…..” La Diabla chuckled.
Even though Melissa knew Svetlana was looking out for herself, she still had some fear of the Russian. But the thought of her being tortured was too much. “Ok…you can….tickle…her…” she whispered.
“What was that? Who should I tickle? I want you to say it louder….” La Diabla teased.
“Her! Tickle her! Tickle Svetlana!” Melissa said with a much stronger tone. She then lowered her head in shame because she chose to see the Russian get tickled tortured. In the back of her mind, she thought “Better her than me….”
“Good choice, and the smart one. Be right back….” La Diabla whispered in the ear. She then stood up and walked back over to Svetlana. As she approached, she could see look of anger and fear in the Russian’s eyes. She then proceeded to walk behind Svetlana and now stood between the woman’s legs and faced her back. She loved the fact that Svetlana only had her underwear and socks, and it was just a matter of time before she stripped her completely naked. La Diabla then got close to the back and reached her hands around the torso and wiggled her fingers close by the ribs and in Svetlana’s view.
Svetlana could feel how close La Diabla’s body was to her back and now she could see those fingers wiggling wildly and close by her ribs. She then looked up and glared at Melissa. Anger filled her body because now she was going to suffer. “You stupid *****!!! I told you not to listen to her! Now, I suffer!!” she growled.
Melissa felt a wave of guilt wash over her as she heard Svetlana yell at her. She truly felt she had no choice because she was going to be tickled if she didn’t agree to the outlaw’s demands. She lowered her head in shame. “I’m sorry….” she mewled.
“You’re such a horrible friend! Well, I guess you deserve this torture more than you thought..hehehe” La Diabla teased. She then started to wiggle her fingers directly onto the ribs and felt the explosion of laughter coming from the bounty hunter. She then pressed her own body into the back so she could have a tighter grip on the ribs and was squeezing and prodding that very sensitive area. She loved the way Svetlana would writhe her body and there was nothing she could do to escape her grasp. It was time to really punish this woman.
Svetlana continued to laugh as she felt the fingers and hands all over her ribs. When the fingers pressed into the creases of her ribs, a very strong jolt of ticklish electricity ripped through her body, and she let out a very cute squeal from her lips. She couldn’t handle the amount of ticklish energy and now she felt really embarrassed. The problem was, she couldn’t do anything, and more squeals of laughter came from her body as the outlaw behind her found the very sensitive spots on her ribs.
“How cute! Listen to you squeal like a little piggy! I didn’t know you had it in you. I want to hear more! How about if I press……….HERE???!!!” La Diabla teased as she fingers found that sweet spot on the ribs again, pressing in between the ribs and squeezing there.
Svetlana’s eyes popped open in sheer ticklish terror as she felt the fingers really pressing into her ribs. The sheer amount of intensity flowing through her body surprised her and her body reacted. She howled in laughter, and she even started to buck her ass backwards and for a moment, she managed to dislodge La Diabla from her backside. She felt the hands fall off her ribs and she turned her head to see where the outlaw was. She shivered as the ticklish sensations were still there in her body and after dislodging La Diabla, she knew there was going to be retribution. Then, she heard a sinister laugh.
“So, someone couldn’t handle that tickling huh? Hehehe” La Diabla laughed. Even though she was dislodged, she found it amusing. She then went to her position behind Svetlana, but this time, she put her body off to the left side, but still had her chest on Svetlana’s back. She took her right hand and did a quick swat on the rear end. “Such a bad, BAD, BAD girl. Knocking me off like that. I think you should be tickle punished!” she threatened.
Svetlana shook her head “no” as she could feel La Diabla behind her and threatening her with more tickling. She started to shake her hips again, trying to dislodge the outlaw from her a second time, but the way La Diabla’s body was positioned, she couldn’t do it. Then she gulped as she felt the fingers once again on each side of her ribcage. “Nyet! Nyet!!! Don’t you dare tickle me!! Tickle Melissa!!!” she screamed and then looked at the bound storekeeper. She could see the look of shock in those eyes, but she didn’t care. If Melissa requested for her to be tickled, she wanted to return the favor.
Melissa looked up at Svetlana in surprise when she heard her name being called out. Her mouth was wide open as she could not believe the bounty hunter requested for her to be tickled. “W-what? No!!!” she screamed. She shook her head nervously and started to fidget in her bonds. She hoped La Diabla did not come back over to her and tickle her. She was helpless and even that brief tickle attack on her drove her crazy.
La Diabla laughed to herself as she heard Svetlana’s request and Melissa’s fear. This was what she wanted. To have the two ladies turn on each other. Little did the women know, she was going to torture the both of them anyway. If they knew what she had planned for them, they would probably die of fright. She let go of Svetlana’s ribs and came from behind the woman. She now stood in between Svetlana on the desk, and Melissa tied down in the chair. She looked over at Svetlana’s tired face and then over at Melissa’s face that was full of ticklish fear. “Hmmm..did you both ask me to tickle the other? I thought it was settled and Melissa told me to tickle you, Svetlana. Now, why would I stop tickling you? Why would I want to tickle Melissa?” she asked with a devious smile.
“Because! I do not want your filthy hands on me anymore! Besides, she deserves a turn for betraying me…” Svetlana explained.
Melissa heard those words and panic set in. She definitely didn’t want to be tickled anymore! “No!!! Tickle her! She was the one who shot your friend! I didn’t know anything about that. She deserves it!” she screamed.
La Diabla laughed as she listened to both of the women tell her to tickle the other. She walked closer to Melissa and started to wiggle her fingers, only to have Melissa scream for mercy and fidget and writhe in her binds. That look of fear really drove her desire for revenge even greater and then she looked over at Svetlana. She then walked towards the Russian and wiggled her fingers. “Hmmmm..who should get tortured?” she teased.
Svetlana saw La Diabla headed towards her, and her body trembled. Even though she hated La Diabla with a severe passion, she did not want to be tickled anymore. “HER!!! TICKLE HER!!!” she screamed, and her body continued to shake as the fingers got closer.
“You are so mean…You are willing to sell out your friend to avoid your own torture? I mean, she is right. It wasn’t her that shot Darby, it was YOU. Tell me why I should torment Melissa…” La Diabla asked with a smirk on her face.
Svetlana glared over at La Diabla and that smirk on her face really got her upset. She continued to be upset with her own self for allowing that woman to get the better of her. The tough part was there was no going back. Her body was responding to the tickle torture and was trying to go into survival mode. She closed her eyes and hung her head as she felt shame, but she had to survive somehow, even if it meant playing that outlaw’s game. “You should torment her because she gave us supplies. For no cost. She is the one responsible for the chains, the ropes and other instruments for us to continue to keep women captive….” she mumbled.
Melissa’s eyes went wide with shock as she heard Svetlana reveal how her involvement was part of the sex ring. She shook her head in denial as panic started to set into her soul. She looked over at La Diabla who had a look of surprise on her face and then started to see her walk her way. “No!!! Don’t listen to her!! She’s lying!!!” she screamed.
La Diabla approached Melissa with a smile on her face. She knew Melissa was more of a bystander, but it was a lot of fun to torment her anyway. Watching these two victims turn against each other was more fun than she thought. When she got to Melissa, she could see the fear in her eyes. She then casually sat down on Melissa’s lap, staring right down into her face! “So….you are the one who helped those evil bitches with supplies huh? Did you know your supplies helped keep women captive and even tortured by them? Your hands are not clean, so you deserve to be punished!” she threatened.
Melissa lost her breath as she heard those threatening words. She was also stunned that the outlaw was now sitting on her lap. Her arms were still trapped and there was nothing she could do to shake her off. Her eyes then looked forward and she could see La Diabla’s chest right in front of her. She then lifted her head slightly and could see the cold look on that woman’s face. “Please…I-I didn’t know what they were doing. Please…please don’t punish me…” she begged. She felt like she wanted to cry because she knew she was going to be tickled again, or maybe even something worse.
“But you deserve it sweetie….” La Diabla grinned, then rubbed her right hand through Melissa’s hair. She could feel her tremble under her touch. Then she grabbed the hair into her fist and gently pulled on it. She could hear the groans of pain coming from Melissa and it delighted her. She then forced Melissa’s head back and looked into her eyes. “You know what? I think you BOTH are horrible people. Svetlana is a dumb bitch, but you? You are the worst. The sad thing is, you could have avoided all of this when we first met, but you were a bitch then too. So, you suffer. In fact, let me take you down memory lane. Since Svetlana’s tits are hanging out, yours should too….” she sneered. She then let go of Melissa’s hair and now placed both hands on the front of Melissa’s flannel shirt.
Melissa’s mouth went wide open in shock as she heard La Diabla scold her. Then her eyes went down to her chest, and she saw those hands on her shirt. She held her breath in anticipation as she awaited her chest to be exposed. Then it happened! She saw her shirt get ripped open, revealing the shirt she had on underneath. She felt the hands now tearing away at that undershirt, exposing her bra. Shame washed over her body as she knew her breasts were going to be exposed. “Please…please don’t do this to me…” she whimpered.
La Diabla’s eyes were filled with joy as she exposed the bra of Melissa. She loved hearing the whimpers coming from her victim and now it was time to expose what was underneath the bra. She then held up her knife and smiled. “Now, hold still as I cut this bra of yours. You don’t want your tits cut, do you?” she said with glee in her voice. She then lowered the knife and placed the tip of the blade on the underside of the front clasp of the garment and with a quick flick, the clasp came undone! She gently moved the cups away and now Melissa’s breasts were exposed. “Mmmmm….yeah, these are very nice.” she cooed as she looked at the size C, nicely rounded breasts with the small light brown nipples.
Melissa went red with shame as once again her breasts were bared to this woman. She hung her head in embarrassment because she knew what was about to happen. Flashbacks of what happened to her just a few days ago filled her mind and she started to whine. “Please….stop this. You don’t have to do this. Cover me..please…” she whimpered.
“Awww….someone is feeling embarrassed right now. You should be proud! You have very beautiful breasts! The kind that makes a woman really turned on. Don’t you want me to play with them? I bet I could make you feel good…” La Diabla teased.
Melissa started to whine even more as she heard La Diabla threaten to play with her breasts. The last time they saw each other, the outlaw completely humiliated her. She even remembered when her breasts were touched. She remembered how angry she got over that, and in a way, it was very satisfying to learn from Svetlana that La Diabla got tickled herself. None of that mattered right now as the Russian bounty hunter was tied up and so was she! “Please…cover me….” was all she could say.
La Diabla’s grin got even bigger hearing those pathetic whimpers coming from Melissa. She then decided to push the issue further and placed each of her hands on the breasts and jiggled them. “Oooh!!! These are NICE!!! They are soft, yet firm. I mean, these are the kind of tits that can make me fall in love with them. And, if I remember correctly, aren’t they a bit sensitive right…..under…..here?” she laughed, then started to lightly stroke the delicate undersides of the two breasts.
Melissa’s head snapped upwards as she felt those fingers underneath her breasts. The sensation was driving her crazy as it tickled! “Hey!! D-don’t do hehehehehehehe THAT!!! Hehehehe are you crazy?! Stop touching me there hehehehehe What are you? Gay or hehehehehe something?” she giggled.
“Well, I do like men, but I love me some women too….” La Diabla smiled as she wanted to further torment the woman. Her fingertips started to flutter along that delicate skin and the giggles from her embarrassed victim grew louder. She then paused her tickling for a moment to really drive Melissa crazy. “The best part is…by the time we are done here, you too will love women. Oh, I got plans for you bitch. I think you will love women too….” she teased.
“W-what? What do you mean???!!” Melissa stammered as she stared at La Diabla. A wave of fear washed over her as she had this feeling that this torture was going to be worse than she experienced the first time she met La Diabla. Her concerned face then turned into one of hilarity as she felt fingers tickling under her breasts again. She could now feel the fingernails now stroking across the delicate sensitive skin and her breasts started to really jiggle.
La Diabla grinned as she heard the helpless laughter coming from her victim. She absolutely loved how ticklish the breasts were and wanted to drive Melissa insane. She used the tips of her nails to lightly tickle under those delightful mounds and just enjoyed watching them jiggle. The thought of her plans really got her going and this revenge was turning out to be more fun than she originally thought. “That’s right, you are going to love women. You may be upset with Svetlana right now, but later on, you will love her…..” she teased as she continued to tickle away.
Svetlana watched what was taking place in front of her and was mesmerized. She was happy that she was not getting tickled and listening to someone else get tormented was much better. Even though she liked Melissa to some degree, she wasn’t close to her. She didn’t care if she suffered because better the storekeeper than herself. She was surprised that Melissa’s breasts were exposed, but happy as well. She was nearly naked, so why not her? Svetlana was impressed with the sight of the breasts and thought that maybe she and Helga should have kidnapped Melissa and tickled her. A sly smile formed on her face as she saw La Diabla tickling away at the breasts. The sound of the laughter got her excited. Then she imagined if she could have both La Diabla and Melissa captured and under her control. The fun she would have with the two of them squealing under her torments until she ended their lives. Then, she saw the breast tickling stop and saw La Diabla stand up and look her way!
La Diabla patted Melissa on her head and got up off her lap. She could see the fear in the eyes, yet also saw relief. She enjoyed watching the chest heaving up and down, trying to recover from the tickling assault. “Awwww….you are so ticklish! I will stop for now, but I will be right back.” she teased. She then turned around and saw Svetlana. She could tell she witnessed with great interest the tickling of Melissa’s breasts, which meant there had to be some kind of feeling going through her body, making her more responsive. She slowly walked up to the hanging Russian and smiled. “You like what you saw?” she grinned.
Svetlana’s lips turned into a snarl as once again, the outlaw approached her. While Melissa was suffering, she got an opportunity to try and reset her mind into a defiant one, instead of a woman in ticklish turmoil. “Yeah, I liked what you were doing. You should do it more. In fact, how about you set me free, and we both torment her? I am very good at tickling too. Helga taught me a lot and we both can drive her absolutely insane.” she offered.
“Hmmmm…..very tempting idea. Two women, tickling another into insanity. Yeah, I can imagine the loud shrieks of laughter while one woman tickles her tits, and the other tickles another part of the body. I can imagine how much hell that woman would go through by two very strong women. Hmmmm.. I like that….” La Diabla mused by placing her right index finger on her lip as though she was pondering that idea.
“Da! Da! We would make great team! Set me free and we can even strip her naked and really torment her. Where do you want to tickle on her? Her ribs? Her feet? Maybe…..her pussy? Da? You like that?” Svetlana responded, hoping the outlaw would go along with her plans.
“Yeah, I like the idea. It would be such a fun time, overwhelming a poor tied down woman with tickle torture until she is literally begging us, she would do anything if it would stop.” La Diabla then got close to Svetlana’s head and looked her directly into the eyes. “….I actually had that happen as Deputy Darby and myself had Helga tied down and we tormented her! You should have seen it! She was so tough, so strong, but when you find her ticklish spots, she wore down and became quite submissive! She begged me for mercy…heheheehe BEGGED!!!” she taunted.
“Nyet!!! You lie!!! Argh you stupid bitch!!! Let me go right now or I will HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Svetlana screamed in hysterical laughter as she felt La Diabla’s fingers tickling under her own breasts! She did not expect that attack, so she was caught off guard. Her eyes popped wide open, and she saw the glee in La Diabla’s eyes. There was nothing she could do but laugh.
“What was that? You will do what? I can’t hear you over your loud laughter! Tickle tickle tickle” La Diabla teased as she used the tips of her nails to tickle under the breasts, but also around the curves of the exposed mounds and into the sternum area. She saw Svetlana’s breasts jiggle around and her body was writhing to try and avoid her fingers, but she managed to keep her nails in contact with the Russian’s skin. She chuckled to herself as she saw the very ticklish reaction of Svetlana. Then, she stopped for a moment and allowed the bounty hunter to calm down. “I bet you never knew how ticklish your titties were, did you?” she taunted.
Svetlana took a few deep breaths as she recovered from the surprise tickle attack. She then looked at La Diabla’s face and as much as she wanted to curse her, she didn’t do it because another fact was dawning on her. The more she was tickled, the more responsive her body was becoming. It surprised her but it also made sense because Helga told her that’s what happens. She witnessed many slaves get tickled by her partner and it seemed the longer it went on and the victim’s will became much weaker, they would be more sensitive to touch. Svetlana thought to herself that she was entering a new phase and her body was more receptive, so she had to figure a way out of this situation. “Da…da… I did not know. Listen to me, you got me. You made your point. I will leave this country and return to Russia. You folks in this part of the world are too crazy…You will let me go now, da?” she asked, throwing out whatever she can so she could get free.
La Diabla loved hearing this woman plead for mercy, and it brought a measure of pure satisfaction in her body. She then put her left index finger to her lip and pretended to think about Svetlana’s request. “Hmmm…should I let you go now? Let’s see, you helped kidnap a dear friend of mine, and you helped kidnap so many other women. Then, you watched me get tortured and you enjoyed it. Now, as I have you completely at my mercy, you ask me to let you go and you go back to Russia. Do I have that right?” she said as she looked into Svetlana’s eyes.
“Da….that is right. You won. You defeated both myself and Helga. I will never bother you again. Just please…let me go.” Svetlana said. She knew it was a longshot, but she had to try anyway.
La Diabla looked to the ceiling as though she was in mental anguish deciding if she should let this woman go. She groaned and placed both her hands on the sides of her head. “mmmmm I can’t believe I am going to do this……” she mumbled.
Svetlana’s eyes popped open as the way La Diabla was acting right now, she just might get released. Her adrenaline started to flow, and she started to get anxious. “Da…please let me go. I will go to Mother Russia and never return…” she whispered.
La Diabla then slowly lowered her hands and her head started to come back down and then faced the Russian bounty hunter. Her face was calm, then the corners of her mouth started to move upwards. A smile started to form on her face, the smile of evil. Her facial expression changed to that of evil and she let out a very evil sounding laugh. “hehehehehe…oh no, instead you will………SUFFER!!!!” she exclaimed, then reached out with her fingers and dug them into Svetlana’s ribs, just below the breasts.
“NNNNNYYYYYYEEEEETTTTTTHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHA!” Svetlana roared as she felt the fingers digging into her ticklish ribs, sending her into intense ticklish laughter. She was definitely not expecting that attack as she thought. When she saw that look of evil on La Diabla’s face, she knew she was in trouble and now, as the fingers continue to probe into her ribs, all she could do was laugh hysterically. She was going to endure a very humiliating event…..
Darby left the hospital and eventually made her way to the hotel room in which she stayed. When she entered the room, a chill washed over her. This room was something she would never forget. She had an incredible night in this room as she and La Diabla had made love together for the first time. It was such a magical moment between the two women. Darby’s eyes looked over at the bed and those memories were definitely flooding back. Then she looked at the ground near the door and another memory hit her. The traumatic memory of being shot at this location and laying on the floor bleeding. She shivered as she snapped out of her trance and then left the room. There was no sign of La Diabla in there and she wondered what happened to her. “I have to find her. I just hope she is not in any kind of trouble…” she said to herself.
The noble deputy eventually made her way to the Sheriff’s station, where the officers there were happy to see she was ok. They also filled her in on the investigation into the Wellington house. They even told her that Helga was still in lockup under heavy guard. Darby listened intently as they described how they found her. She learned that Helga was tied to a bed and appeared to be in great discomfort. She had to hold in her emotions a bit as she remembered how she and La Diabla tickled tortured her into complete submission. But what surprised her was what the deputy told her about Helga’s begging when they found her.
“It was the strangest thing ever. When we found her, she was tied down on the bed. Her shirt was removed and her chest was exposed! She was also barefoot and even her pants were down. She was screaming in agony. Something about how much it itches and to please help her. I have never seen a woman that large before, literally in tears begging and pleading for us to give her relief. We had found a doctor and he had no idea what was wrong with her. She was about to go mad!” a deputy told her.
“She was screaming about itching?” Darby asked puzzled. She remembered they tickled her into submission, but there was no itching involved. Then it dawned on her. There was a moment when she was with Cheyenne and the other women, La Diabla went back into the house. She also remembered there was a bottle of that itching cream Priscilla and Helga used and it made sense. La Diabla must have gone back and tortured Helga even further! She couldn’t say anything, but in a way, it was gratifying knowing the Russian suffered a bit. “Did the doctor get it to stop?” she asked.
“Yeah, I think so. She was mumbling about something called Aloe and the doctor helped her. We all left the room, but when he told us to take her away, she was calm. It was crazy. She was completely docile after that. Good thing because that woman looks like she could fight an entire army. Haha” the deputy chuckled.
Darby grinned at the officer and then shook his hand. It was good to know that Helga was no longer ever going to hurt anyone ever again. She then went over and spoke with the Sheriff, and he told her that they were trying to find out who ever tried to kill her. “I appreciate that Sheriff. I don’t know who would try to kill me, but when you do find them, make sure they get their just punishment. I am happy it was a flesh wound, but it was still scary for me. I will let your office do the great work and I will be around town for a bit. I still have to find where Priscilla Montenegro and Gloria Wellington went. They have to face justice!”
“If you need anything deputy, you just let us know. On behalf of this entire station, we appreciate everything you have done, and I promise, we will apprehend the responsible for hurting you.” the sheriff told her.
Darby tipped her hat and shook his hand and another deputy. She then left the Sheriff’s station and put on her hat. The sun was bright, and she could already feel it was going to be a warm day. She definitely wanted to find Priscilla and Gloria, but right now her focus was on La Diabla. As much as the outlaw has shown a very human side of herself, she was still prone to her criminal ways. Darby had to find her to prevent her from doing something she would regret. Then a thought came to her. She was going to go visit the Elu tribe. Maybe La Diabla went there first to prepare herself. She managed to borrow a Sheriff’s station horse and then rode off. She prayed that La Diabla would be there, so they can complete this journey together as a team.
Melissa watched in horror as she saw La Diabla tickling Svetlana with ruthless precision. She saw the fingers and hands moving all over the ribs and even the breasts. She shuddered as she heard the now hysterical laughter coming from Svetlana. It was all too surreal for her. She did feel a bit of relief as it was not her being tickled, but the Russian. She felt shame in her body as her own breasts were exposed and didn’t know how long it would be before she was tickle assaulted again. Melissa stared at the wild look in Svetlana’s eyes, and the wide open mouth. She was not going to say a word because she did not want to suffer as well. Svetlana was nearly naked; she definitely did not want to be in that position as well.
La Diabla paused her tickling and laughed. She was truly enjoying inflicting the tickle torture against Svetlana and now she knew the Russian was breaking. The laughter got more intense the more she tickled. The bounty hunter was now being broken and she was going to take it to another level. “Awww…look at you. You used to have this face of defiance, now your face looks like shit. Hahaha” she taunted.
Svetlana was breathing hard, trying to recover from the ticklish assault. She felt beads of sweat trickling down her face, and her breathing became more labored. She was looking down at her chest, her precious breasts still shaking and quivering after being touched and teased by the outlaw. She once again tried to pull at her bonds but her own strength was starting to wane. She slowly lifted her head and saw that grin on La Diabla’s face and it made her upset. Svetlana knew La Diabla was winning, and she started to feel that humiliation of being a victim. “Please… you must let me go….you won. You won, ok?” she panted.
“I know I won. And you remember the saying, to the victor goes the spoils? Well, I am going to enjoy my spoils. I am not done with you yet bitch. But, seeing that I am in a better mood because you are slowly falling apart, I am going to give you a break! I think I will have to show you what will be the next spot I torture on you. I will demonstrate it on…………..Melissa!” La Diabla laughed.
Melissa’s eyes nearly popped out of her head when she heard the outlaw’s threat. She was going to be tortured!!! Fear gripped her body as she saw La Diabla now walking towards her. “No!!! Please don’t!!! You have already tortured me!!” she screamed. Her body then froze as La Diabla was now in front of her, leaning down and placing her hands right on her lap. She looked down on those hands and slowly started to look up. Her eyes went up La Diabla’s body and then she saw that face. She was looking directly into La Diabla’s eyes, and she could tell they were filled with venom!
“You shouldn’t be surprised. After all, I told you that you both will suffer. Svetlana over there needs a rest, so I figured I would come torture you now. I know you missed me…hehehehe” La Diabla chuckled. She could see the absolute fear in those brown eyes of Melissa, and it was now time to drive this woman into complete fear. “I want to show Svetlana what is about to happen to her next. I am going to tickle a spot on her, and I want to demonstrate. I want her to see what will happen to her feet, as I tickle YOURS.” she grinned.
Melissa’s face turned white as a ghost as she heard what La Diabla was going to do to her next. Her head started to slowly shake side to side in a “no” fashion and her breath nearly stopped. She did not want her feet to be touched at all! She remembered the last time her feet were tickled, and it was by La Diabla a few days ago. That ordeal haunted her ever since that moment. When she was at home and she looked at her barefeet, images of them being tickled ruled her mind. Now, she was trapped once again, and her feet were threatened. “No! No…y-you can’t do that! PLEASE DON’T DO THAT!!! PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU!!!” she screamed.
La Diabla’s lips turned into the sinister smile as she loved the reaction she was getting from Melissa. “So, you do remember the last time I had your feet huh? Well, the good news is this time will be different. I was just trying to get information out of you a few days ago. Now, I just want to torture you. Hehehe” she taunted. She then walked behind Melissa and could hear the desperate pleas coming from her victim. She then placed her right knee into the back of the chair for leverage and then she pulled back, the front chair legs now coming up off the ground.
“NO!!!! PLEASE DON’T!!! DON’T TOUCH MY FEET!! I BEG YOU!! I AM BEGGING YOU!!!” Melissa screamed as she could feel the chair being pulled backwards and her feet were being lifted in the air. She already started to wriggle them, but her legs were still tied to the legs of the chair. Slowly, the ceiling started to come into view, and she craned her neck to try and look horizontal, but that didn’t last long as now the back of the chair was now on the floor and she was looking at the ceiling. She felt completely helpless, and her body trembled. Then, a figure came into her view, and she could see La Diabla standing over her with a cruel smile on her face. Melissa didn’t know what to do. She was about to suffer, and no one was there to help her. “Please…..please…I am begging you. Tickle her! Tickle her!!” she cried out.
Svetlana watched Melissa’s chair get laid down on the floor with her in it, and now she could see the soles of the boots. She heard La Diabla’s threat, and a shiver went down her own body. She definitely knew she had ticklish feet and hers were next. But she had to watch Melissa get tortured first. She had to figure out a way to get out of this or her very own feet were going to be tortured by a woman seeking revenge.
“Comfy? Hehehe” La Diabla joked as she stared down at Melissa’s prone body. Hearing the pleas from Melissa only motivated her to really torment this woman. It was time for more mental torture. “Oh, how stupid of me! Of course, you are not comfortable yet. You’re close to it. You got your tits hanging out, but we ladies know what really feels good is when we have our boots taken off and our feet can breathe. I know it is still early in the morning, but I am sure your feet need to feel free. Don’t you worry my special guest, I will take your boots off for you. You just lay there and don’t move a muscle! Hehe” she taunted.
Melissa started to whimper loudly as she saw La Diabla now walking towards her feet. She closed her eyes for a moment and tried to think about how she even got into this mess to begin with. Then, she gasped as she felt someone patting the boot of her right foot. She lifted her head and saw that La Diabla was now crouching down by her raised feet, and she reflexively wriggled them. “Please don’t do this…” she whimpered nervously.
La Diabla cracked a smile as she heard the whimpering and then looked at the boots. She did like these boots as they had a nice design on them. She placed her hand on the heel of the boot with her left hand and the top of the boot with her right hand and then gave it a tug. She could feel the boot pop off the heel and now it started to slide off the foot and the shin. She looked over at Svetlana who had a look of panic in her eyes, and she beamed. “This looks fun, right? I am taking off her boot so I can get to her precious feet. Just think, this will be you soon. There is nothing better than helpless feet, right?” she teased.
“Please don’t take off my boot!! Put it back on!! Put it back on!!!” Melissa screamed in panic as she felt the boot slipping from her foot. Sheer ticklish terror went through her body as suddenly the boot came off her foot and leg and now her right foot was exposed, but still inside a sock. Her face turned red as she felt embarrassed that her foot was going to get played with. She wanted to cry at this moment as her humiliation was growing more and more. Then her head lurched upwards when she felt hands on her left boot! That one was going to be removed too! “No!! please no….” she whimpered again as the realization both feet were going to be exposed made her feel so helpless.
La Diabla chuckled again as she heard the desperate pleas. This was always her favorite thing to do when tickling another woman. She adored tickling their feet as the laughter was always so sweet sounding. She had many experiences tickling the feet of women, ranging from sex slaves in El Guapo’s gang, to Darby, to Madam Olivia, to even the powerful Russian bounty hunter Helga. This was another opportunity for to tickle Melissa’s feet, but this time this was all about making her suffer. Then she thought about Svetlana. The thought of getting to her feet made her feel even more excited. That was going to be a very sweet moment making her suffer, but first she had to deal with this storekeeper. After she removed the left boot, she then grabbed the right one and stood up with both boots in each respective hand. She casually walked over to the desk that Svetlana was on top of and smiled. She then placed the boots on the table directly in front of Svetlana’s body and then looked at the Russian with a smile. “I think I will leave these here. They are my trophies now, just like yours will be. I hope you play close attention because soon, it will be your feet…”
Svetlana gulped as she heard the words and then looked down and saw the empty boots before her. Her eyes then went right back to where La Diabla was walking and she saw the outlaw kneeling down on the floor again, right by the raised socked feet in the air. She could see the sock covered soles wiggling wildly in ticklish fear and she was fixated on them. Then her mind started to race as she saw La Diabla reaching under the leg of Melissa’s jeans, and then saw her pulling down the sock. It was just a matter of time before she saw Melissa’s bare foot! That was one thing she had going for her, was that her own feet still had socks on them. In the back of her mind, she did wonder what Melissa’s feet looked like and soon she was going to find out.
La Diabla could feel the sock sliding down the leg and then it came out from under the jeans and was by the ankle. She then turned her head towards Melissa’s. She could see the woman still closing her eyes and started to beg quietly. “Hey, you seem so scared! You seem so tense. You should really relax. Stress is not good for you. I am just going to give you a nice foot massage…hehehe” she giggled.
Melissa started to let some tears fall from her eyes and they streaked down the side of her face and towards her ears as she laid on the back of the chair on the ground. She felt her sock coming off and she started to babble incoherently out of fear. Then she gasped and she started to whimper even more as the sock came off her heel. “Please….*sob* don’t touch my feet. I don’t *sob* want my feet to be tickled.” she cried.
“Awwww….you sound so sad! Don’t worry, I am going to make you feel a lot better in a moment…” La Diabla teased. Her eyes then looked at the exposed heel of the right foot and she continued to peel the sock off the foot. She could see that arch exposed and that delighted her. Memories of the last time she saw this foot filled her mind and she couldn’t help but smile. She had fun the last time with these feet and this time, it was going to be even more fun. The sock made it to the ball of the foot and that part was exposed. “Ready to show me your toes? Hehehe” she giggled as the sock was now only covering the storekeeper’s toes.
Melissa looked towards La Diabla, and she could see her sock covering only her toes. She could also see the left foot still covered in its sock right next to her foot and she wanted to cover her right foot. She could see the pure joy in La Diabla’s eyes as her sock was slowly starting to come off her toes. “Why? Why do you want to tickle my feet? I didn’t do anything to you!” she begged.
“Because… I just want to. I don’t like you. Besides, didn’t I tell you that I want to show Svetlana over there what will happen to her feet? Think of your feet as my testing ground. Hehehe Now, let’s get a look at these piggies of yours!” La Diabla said with glee. She then pulled the sock off the toes and then threw the sock onto Melissa’s face. After giggling to herself doing that, she then looked at those sweet toes. They were long and the nails unpolished, and they started to wiggle in ticklish fear. La Diabla really did like Melissa’s size 9 feet and when she played with those toes last time, it was definitely a treat. Now, it was time for her to have some fun. “You know, you may be a true worthless bitch, but you do have some very nice feet. Hehehe” she laughed.
Melissa shook her head to have the sock fall off her face and then she looked up. Her foot was now bare, and she could see her toes wiggling. She then lowered her head back down and closed her eyes. She wanted to cry again because it was just a matter of time before she was tortured again. “Please….stop. Please just stop…I don’t wanna be tickled anymore….” she cried.
“hehehe you are such a whiny little girl aren’t you? You seriously need to cheer up! We will do that in just a moment!” La Diabla taunted. She then turned her head to the right and looked over at Svetlana. She could see the Russian looking at this scene intensely and now it was time to mess with her mind. “So, like what you see? Doesn’t this bitch have some amazing feet? The best part is, they are very, very, VERY sensitive too. Can you imagine if these were YOUR feet? Helpless. Vulnerable. Just there for me to enjoy teasing and playing with. Imagine when my fingers touch your foot like this….” she said, then lightly fluttered her fingers on her right hand on the arch, causing the foot to react wildly. She was also very happy to hear that ticklish squeal coming from Melissa’s lips.
Svetlana watched with great intensity as she saw La Diabla’s fingers lightly dancing into that naked arch. She couldn’t help but me mesmerized by the scene unfolding before her eyes. The sound of Melissa’s ticklish squeals set off an excitement within her. She loved it when La Diabla was tickling those breasts but listening to the sheer panic in the ticklish laughter now was more exciting. She saw the left socked foot trying to protect the naked right one, but then La Diabla’s fingers would tickle the socked sole, forcing it away from the bare foot. She never knew Melissa was this ticklish and now she regretted not having herself and Helga find out how ticklish she truly was. Then a thought came to her mind. This could be her feet! Her feet started to reflexively wriggle in ticklish fear as she realized that soon, her very own feet were going to be tickled.
La Diabla was starting to enjoy the cat and mouse game with Melissa’s feet. Anytime she touched the bare right foot, the left socked foot would try to push her fingers away. She simply tickled the socked foot and laughed when that foot went into a spastic panic. She then looked over at Melissa and stopped the tickling for a moment. “Hey! You need to keep your left foot still. I am going to tickle your right foot then your left foot. Keep your feet still! Do I have to take off the other sock?” she teased.
Melissa started to whimper as she heard the threat to have her other sock removed. She couldn’t help herself. Her feet were too ticklish, and they were going to react violently! She definitely did not want both of her feet exposed but feared that sock was going to come off anyway, so she might as well defend her feet as best as she could. “Please please please please please don’t tickle me anymore! It’s not fair! I didn’t do anything to you!” she begged.
“Yes you did. You were very rude to me….” La Diabla shot back. She then wriggled her fingertips across the ball of that right foot, only to have the left foot swoop over and knock her fingers away. She shook her head playfully and figured, it was time to up the intensity. She gripped the left shin with her left hand, then used her right hand to reach under the pants leg to find the top of the sock. Her fingertips found the edge of the sock and she started to tug it down the leg. It amused her as she felt the right foot kicking away at her right hand. The skin felt nice, but she was undeterred. “Time to expose your other piggies! They want to be free too! All cooped up in that boot and this nasty sock! Free the piggies!” she teased and then the sock came off the heel of the foot. It was now a matter of time before she exposed the left foot.
Melissa gasped as she felt the sock come off her heel. She lifted her head and stared in shock as the sock started to come off her foot. She could feel her entire heel get exposed, then the arch and now the sock was at the ball of her foot. Her body froze in ticklish fear as it would only be moments before that foot would be naked as well. “Please don’t…” was all she could say. She laid her had back down and closed her eyes. She started to feel defeat washing over her as the sock came off the ball of her foot and rested on her toes.
“Sooo close!!! Just one……more……tug….and we will see all ten naked piggies!” La Diabla teased. She then took the tip of the sock and started to pull it off and the toes were now exposed. “TA DA!!!!! Melissa’s toes!!!” she laughed. She then looked over at Svetlana who had a look of concern on her face. She let out a devious smile and winked at her.
Svetlana saw the wink and it gave her a chill. Now, she could see both of Melissa’s barefeet and they looked so helpless being up in the air like that. They were vulnerable and she knew they were ticklish. She looked at the long toes quivering, and her own toes curled in their socks, frightened about their future. She wanted to say something, but she figured she best be quiet, so she doesn’t draw attention.
“Look at the piggies! I know they missed me so much! Awwww.. how cute they are. Best thing about them is that they are very sensitive. Hey, remember when I tortured your toes a few days ago and you were begging and crying for me to stop? That was such a great time. You know why right now is better?” La Diabla teased.
Melissa groaned as she heard La Diabla talking about her toes. She did in fact remember the last time they were assaulted, and it was not a pleasant experience for her. It was the tickling on her toes that made her crack and give up the location to where Helga was. It was her feet that ended up causing Helga and Svetlana to have their entire operation fail. Now, this woman was taunting her again. She felt sadness in her body as she could feel how sensitive her feet were getting. Her head was still laying on the floor and she looked up at the ceiling. She heard the question posed to her and she knew the moment of ticklish hell was here. “No….why? Please don’t tickle me anymore…” she asked.
“Because I don’t have to stop until I feel like it! I only stopped before because you gave me the information I wanted. You told me where to find Helga! Right now, is all about torture! So, I suggest you keep your feet still and accept your punishment!” La Diabla joked.
Svetlana’s eyes went wide open, and her adrenaline started to spike. She just listened to what La Diabla said and now it was clear. It was Melissa that snitched on the location of the trafficking ring! Now she understood how La Diabla even found them to begin with! A feeling of betrayal washed over her and now anger started to grow. She listened to La Diabla’s words before about Melissa giving up information in their previous encounter, but she didn’t know it was the location of the cavern! “WHAT??!!! YOU told her where we were?????!!!” she blurted out.
La Diabla’s head whipped to the right side and towards Svetlana as she heard the Russian blurt out that question. It dawned on her that Svetlana, and Helga had no idea how she found them in the first place. They must have not known about Melissa being broken by her previously. With this realization, she was going to use it to her advantage. “She didn’t tell you? Oh yes, how did you think I found you guys and that cavern? It was because her ticklish toes couldn’t handle it. She told me EXACTLY where to find you. What can I say? She’s a snitch…..hehehehe” La Diabla chuckled.
Melissa’s head snapped up as she heard Svetlana and La Diabla talking about the fact she gave up the information to the whereabouts of the cavern. She also realized that the Russians had no idea it was her that gave up their location. She looked towards Svetlana and could see the fire in her eyes. She felt true fear because she was considered a snitch and typically, snitches pay a price. “Wait!!! I-I didn’t mean to!” she blurted out.
“Why you filthy pig!! YOU told her where we were???!!! No wonder she found us! Weak bitch like you!! Oh, you will pay for that betrayal! In Russia, we treat snitches like you in special ways! You will suffer! You better pray I never find you again! You will never walk this earth again….” Svetlana spewed with venom in her voice.
“But…but….she tortured *sob* me….” Melissa cried as she realized that the Russians would be after her. This was just not going well for her.
La Diabla was greatly entertained by this exchange from the two women. She was definitely going to have fun now. “Now, now Svetlana. She really didn’t mean to give up the location. Trust me, she suffered greatly when I interrogated her, but you know she is a very weak woman. Once I got to her toes, she was done for. Should I make her suffer again?” she said with a very wide grin.
Svetlana was still very upset by the revelation of the person who snitched on her and the rest. She did not care that La Diabla was playing a game with her, nor did she care if La Diabla was going to torture her. She wanted Melissa to truly suffer right now. “Da…..make her….suffer….” she mumbled with a very cold tone.
La Diabla’s grin turned very large and then she turned her attention to Melissa. “Well, I guess you are on your own. You REALLY made her mad! So, I guess I have to torture you. That’s what she wants now. But before I do, let me take care of something first. Your toes are too wiggly….” she teased. She then stood up and went over to a supply shelf. She started to rummage through a box and then smiled when she found what she was looking for. She then walked back over to Melissa’s body and then held up something in her hand so that Melissa could see. “These should keep these toes of yours from wiggling all over the place….” she smiled.
Melissa’s eyes bugged out when she saw what La Diabla was holding in her hand. It was a piece of twine!!! That thin, strong string was used to pack things and she shuddered to think what was going to happen with that twine and her toes. “W-what are you going to do to my toes???” she pleaded.
“hehehe you will find out in mere moments…” La Diabla teased. She then went back to where Melissa’s feet were, and she stared at those precious toes. She then took the end of the twine and started to wrap it around the base of the big toe on the left foot, and then she started to wrap it around the big toe on the right foot. She wrapped that twine very tightly around the two toes and when she was done, she took the end of the twine and stretched it to the rope binds that were wrapped around Melissa’s knees. She managed to tie the twine to that rope bondage which effectively pulled Melissa’s big toes back towards the knees, making the soles very taut and the toes really couldn’t wiggle. La Diabla admired her ropework and gazed at the very helpless feet. There was no way Melissa would be able to protect her feet at all. “I got these cute BIG feet of yours now! Now, it is my honor and privilege to tell you that you are really going to suffer. There’s nothing you can do to stop me. How does it feel knowing that you pissed me off a few times and now you pissed off Svetlana? This is just not your day already and it is still morning! I do have some good news though. Svetlana may be very pissed at you, but I promise, you will make it up to her and she will REALLY love you again…If only you knew what I have planned. hehehehe” she threatened.
Melissa really started to panic at this moment. She tried to wiggle her feet, but the toe tie prevented her from moving her feet at all! Her feet were completely helpless and vulnerable to someone who wanted to torture her. Her breathing went shallow, and her heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest. She looked up at La Diabla who had a very sinister smile. “No…no please! You can’t! This is……CRUEL!!!” she whined.
“I know…hehehehe” La Diabla laughed. She then took her right index finger and placed the tip right at the base of the middle toe of the left foot. Then she slowly traced her finger down from that spot, across the ball of the foot, then it slid into the arch and finally off the heel. Then she reversed her finger back up the same path from the heel, into the arch, then the ball of the foot and back at the base of the middle toe. She was delighted when she felt the foot tense up and heard some giggles coming from Melissa. She then traced her finger right back down the foot, but this time when it got to the ball of the foot, she did a quick zig zag motion, then went into the arch. The ticklish squeals of Melissa were getting stronger, and this was starting to be even more fun. She was happy she attacked them this early in the morning because there would be no customers that would try to come in until at least another hour. That way, Melissa could scream all she wanted, and no one would hear her. “Does someone have ticklish feet? Yes she does! She was some tickly wickly feet!” she teased in baby talk tone as her finger continued to zip up and down that left sole.
“HAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOOOOO!!! STOP TICKLING MY FOOT!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE!!!” Melissa begged as she felt that finger going up and down her foot. With her feet being completely immobile, she could really feel the finger tracing that deadly ticklish path on her foot. She tried to move her feet as best as she could, but it was no use. It seemed like her feet being trapped made them even more ticklish. When the finger touched her arch, she started to snort in laughter. “PLEASE *snort* STOP!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA I’M SO *snort* TICKLISH!!!! HEHEHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” she laughed.
Svetlana watched the foot tickling onslaught and a wry smile formed on her face. Even though she was trapped, listening to Melissa scream in ticklish agony was soothing to her ears. The price for snitching was typically death, but at least right now, Melissa was suffering and being humiliated. She did wonder what did La Diabla mean by Melissa would make it up to her and for her to love her again. As far as he was concerned, Melissa was dead to her. There was nothing she could possibly do to make her forgive her. Right now, listening to Melissa begged and snort brought great joy to her. Svetlana wished she could make the woman suffer as well.
La Diabla was having a lot of fun by tickling this trapped left foot. She loved the way the skin felt on her finger, even though there was some tougher skin on the ball of the foot, and some slight callouses on the edges of the heel. The rest of the skin was soft and very responsive to her finger. She then stopped the stroking up and down the length of the soul, the started to rummage her fingers all in that vulnerable arch, and the hysterics coming from her victim increased. She loved the high arches of this woman and when her fingers would slope down into the arch, it made the storekeeper laugh even harder. She then looked over at Svetlana and was amused by the wry smile on her face. She smirked back knowing that she was really going to have some fun with the Russian’s feet, and she even felt a thrill of arousal as she thought about how she was going to finish things. It was going to be real sweet. “Hey Svetlana, see how I am tickling this delicate arch of hers? Well, I hope yours is not too sensitive because whatever I do to her, is going to happen to you. Imagine my fingers running all over your arches. I hope your arches are just as ticklish as hers…hehehehe” she teased.
Svetlana looked over at La Diabla and felt a chill in her body. She definitely knew her feet were responsive to touch, and her mind started to race. She just had to get out of this bondage somehow! Her eyes then darted back over to Melissa’s feet as she heard the hysterical laughter getting even louder. She could see the feet straining in the bondage and hoped her feet were not going to be trapped like that. A glimmer of hope filled her body as she realized her feet would not be trapped like that because her legs were split apart at the opposite ends of the desk. Svetlana now had to focus on how she could get out of this. She imagined if she could get free, she would inflict ticklish revenge against the outlaw. She did have a brief moment where she got to tickle La Diabla in that tunnel of the cavern. She managed to get her ribs and upperbody, but she really wanted to get at her feet. She remembered she was moments away before the outlaw was going to remove her boots, then she felt a sharp blow to the back of her head, and then she saw blackness. She had no idea what may have happened, but it wasn’t going to stop her from getting revenge. Since her feet were threatened, she wanted to get free, beat La Diabla down, then take off her boots and have her way with her feet. Svetlana knew La Diabla’s own feet were highly sensitive right now, after Helga performed bastinado, then they were even tickled tortured. It would be sweet to listen to the tortured laughter of La Diabla and maybe even Melissa too. Tickling their feet at the same time, then she would kill them both.
Melissa continued to howl in laughter as she felt those fingers in her arches. Her body was vibrating as she was desperately trying to get herself free. She felt completely humiliated right now as two women were watching her laugh like a schoolgirl as her feet were tickled. She still felt shame from having her breasts exposed, and now fingers were dancing in her arch of the left foot. Then, she felt the fingers make their way to the arch of the right foot and she just continued to laugh. “please..hahahahaha..please stop…” she laughed. Her laughter was so hysterical right now, that any words she said would come out like a whisper.
“Tickle tickle tickle! Melissa has ticklish wicklish feet! My fingers just LOVE ticklish wicklish feet! I bet these ticklish wicklish feet would really love to feel my nails….” La Diabla teased in baby talk. She then formed her fingers like a claw and started to scrape her nails all over that tender flesh of both arches. She snapped her head back a little as she heard pure tortured laughter coming from Melissa. A sense of power flowed through her body as she had this woman completely under her control. Just by tickling her helpless feet. She loved the way the laughter got stronger when her nails went from the right arch to the left arch, then back to the right arch. The best thing was she knew the arches were not the worst part of the ticklish feet. She knew the toes were the weakness and she couldn’t wait to get to them. “I will stop tickling your arches if you beg me to tickle the balls of your feet…tell me to tickle the balls of your feet with my nails and how amazing it would be if I do. Make sure you say ‘pretty please’..hehehe” she teased, then increased the speed of her nails tickling the flesh in the arches.
Melissa continued to laugh uncontrollably as she felt those nails in her arches. The ticklish electricity flowing through her body grew in its intensity and she could feel her body becoming more defenseless. It didn’t help that La Diabla was taunting her. She tried to remember what she was told, but the nails were still stroking her sensitive arches. At this point, she was willing to do anything to get it to stop. “OKAY HAHAHAHAHA OKAY!!!!” she screamed.
La Diabla then paused her tickling and gently patted the bottoms of the helpless feet. She moved her head so that she could stare at the soles, and she smiled when she saw them. Melissa did have very nice soles and she wanted to play with them a lot more. Now, it was time to send this woman into complete ticklish madness. “Ok…what do you have to tell me?” she cooed.
Melissa was still giggling even though the foot tickling ceased. She was trying to catch her breath and felt her body wince when she felt hands patting the bottoms of her feet. “hehehehe thank you thank you hehehehe” she moaned as she tried to recover. Her mind then started to think about what the outlaw asked her to do. She knew she had to do something, but she was laughing so hard she didn’t really pay close attention. Her mind was too busy focused on those nails in her arches. Fear started to go through her body as she didn’t remember what La Diabla told her to do. “hehehehe what do I have to HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” she screamed as once again she felt nails scrabbling all over her arches. Her laughter got even louder as the nails went for the kill on her arches.
“Listen closely because I won’t say it again….you have to beg me to tickle the balls of your feet with my nails and how amazing it would be if I do. Make sure you say ‘pretty please’ as well…” La Diabla teased as she slowed down her nails in the arches. Her fingers were now moving at a very light pace, and she grinned. “Now say it or I will have to use my nails again….” she threatened.
Melissa continued to feel the ticklish nerves ripping through her body as the fingers were lightly touching her arches. She wanted to cry as she knew this game was not over yet. She definitely did not want her arches tickled again, but that meant the balls of her feet were going to be tickled too. She felt like she had no choice, and a tear fell from her left eye, and it streaked down the side of her face, towards her ear. “please…please tickle….the *sob* balls of my feet….please….*sob* it will be……amazing if you do *sob*….p-p-pretty p-p-p-please….” she sobbed.
“Awwww! Now, was that so hard? You are so polite! You even said pretty please! Ok, I will tickle the balls of your feet. With my nails……” La Diabla teased as she then formed her fingers into claws and let her nails scrape and touch along the balls of the feet. When she heard the sound of the maniacal laughter, she flashed her evil grin then looked over towards Svetlana. She then winked at the Russian and moved her nails even faster.
Svetlana did a small swallow as she saw La Diabla’s fingers tickling the trapped balls of the feet. She heard everything La Diabla said and was not surprised that Melissa folded and submitted quickly. Her fear was that the outlaw was going to do similar things to her feet. Watching Melissa’s feet get tickle tortured did have an effect on her. Melissa, even though she was a traitorous bitch, was not important to La Diabla. She was being tortured just because. But for herself, she definitely was a target of La Diabla’s wrath. She was going to suffer far worse than the storekeeper and just watching Melissa’s helpless feet get tickled did send shivers of fear in her body. She was upset that she lost that fight to La Diabla and now she was trapped. There was nothing she could do was watch and listen to Melissa’s ticklish hell.
La Diabla continued to tickle the balls of the feet and found a good spot just below the ball of the foot and right above the arch. She just loved listening to Melissa scream away in ticklish laughter. This was getting better and better as time went on. Her eyes then looked at the ball of the left foot and she remembered that tougher, calloused skin that was there. She wondered if her nails would get the same sound and reaction from Melissa like she did a few days before. She used the tip of her right index fingernail and started to scratch it on the callous in the middle of the ball of the foot and she could hear the sound. It sounded wonderful, and it made Melissa go absolutely insane.
“STOOOOOOP!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU HAAVE TO STOP!!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!! I CAN’T TAKE IT HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ANYMORE!!!” Melissa screamed as she felt that nail scraping the center of the ball of her foot. That spot always drove her absolutely crazy and now her body started to shake. She was still tied to the chair, but she was able to slightly rock her upperbody side to side. Unfortunately for her, her feet were completely immobile, and she could do nothing to protect the bottoms of her feet. As time passed, she started to feel lightheaded. The tickling was breaking her down. If she was being interrogated, she would have blurted out whatever the outlaw wanted. But this was no interrogation. This was just pure torture.
“Awww someone is so ticklish on her feet! I love tickling your feet! Maybe I should take you back home with me and tickle your feet every single day! I will have to get someone to scrub down your feet so that we can get rid of these nasty callouses you have. I want your feet to be baby soft, so I can tickle your sweet feet every day! Can you imagine that? Having your feet tickled every single day by me? I will even tie them up just like they are now, so that you can’t move them at all. Your poor feet would just be tickled and tickled and tickled and tickled and tickled and tickled and tickled and tickled and I will never stop…….never……” she teased. She knew Melissa was on the verge of snapping and she didn’t care.
Melissa’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as she heard La Diabla’s cruel words and the feeling of those nails on the balls of her feet. She felt completely helpless and was frustrated she could do nothing to protect her feet. Then her mind started to imagine how horrible it would be if her feet were tickled every single day. That thought horrified her because she was so sensitive, and she would surely lose her mind. She tried to beg, but at the moment she went into silent laughter. The feeling was overwhelming her, and she just wanted it to stop. Then suddenly, it did!
La Diabla stopped her fingernail assault on the balls of Melissa’s feet. She heard a huge gasp of air coming from her victim and she chuckled. She knew she pushed the woman beyond her limits, and it was time to give her a rest. She then looked over at Svetlana. Her eyes turned to slits as she wanted to really get to the Russian. “You see what is happening to her feet? Just wait until I get to yours. This is child’s play compared to what I will do to yours. Melissa here has some very sensitive toes by the way. I am going to do a fun demonstration on my talents on tickling toes. I hope you take lots of notes because if your toes are as sensitive as hers, then you are in a LOT of trouble….” she threatened.
Svetlana gulped as she heard La Diabla’s threat. She actually did not know how ticklish her toes were because she was rarely tickled there. She knew she had ticklish feet, but no one ever focused on her toes. Not even Helga during their practice sessions went after the toes specifically. It was usually on the arches and the middle of the foot. She glared at the outlaw and wished she could be set free. The only thing she did enjoy was listening to Melissa scream. “Do what you must do to her. She is a rat bitch anyway…” she sneered.
“What a mean thing to say! Melissa is just a bitch, not a rat bitch! She was your friend! So, she let the secrets out, but if your feet were being tickled this much, you would crack too. As you will see…hehehe” she laughed, then winked at the bounty hunter. She then looked back towards Melissa’s head. She could see she was sweating profusely and was crying. She also saw the naked breasts heaving up and down, trying to draw precious oxygen into her lungs. Now, it was time to send Melissa over the edge. “Hey rat bitch! Well, that’s what Svetlana over there calls you. It is time I go after your toes. You ready for that?” she teased.
Melissa started to cry when she heard the threats on her toes. A few days ago, she actually broke and gave up the location of the cavern because her toes were tickled. That is why she knew Svetlana called her a rat bitch. She ratted them out and now she was paying a price. The tears really started to flow because she knew how horrible it was about to get when La Diabla touches her toes. “Please don’t…I’m sorry *sob* I am so sorry *sob* I can’t take it anymore.” she sobbed.
La Diabla had a very large grin when she heard the woman crying. She looked at those helpless toes and could see them wiggling in ticklish fear. She placed her left index finger on her lip and pondered on how she should tickle the toes. Should she go after those vulnerable pale undersides? Should she go for the pads of the toes? The base? Or maybe even the crevices? She had so many choices and she knew all of them would elicit some horrific laughter. She decided to have some fun. She looked over at Svetlana and smiled. “Hey, where should I tickle on her toes? Give me a spot on her toes you want to see tickled. Imagine it was MY toes you were going to tickle. Where would you tickle?” she teased.
Svetlana’s eyes lit up as she heard the outlaw’s request. She was going to decide where to tickle on the toes. Her mind did start to imagine if she had La Diabla’s feet all tied up and helpless. She could picture those long toes quivering as she was going to torture them. The thought of hearing that tortured laughter of La Diabla really excited her. “I-I would start with your toe pads, then your toe crevices!!” she shouted with glee. That was such an exciting thought and she wished she could actually do it. Her eyes then went to La Diabla’s boots and wished she could take them off.
La Diabla chuckled to herself as she knew she got Svetlana excited. She then looked at Melissa’s toes and nodded her head. “Guess I will start with the toe pads as she suggested…” she told Melissa. She then took her nails on her index fingers and started to lightly stroke them on the pad of each big toe. The respective nail touched the outside edge of the big toe and drew the outline of the toe, going to the top of the toe pad and tracing along the inside edge of the big toe, then finally went horizontally across the twine and back to the outside edge. A cruel smile formed on her face as she heard the horrific laughter.
“OH GAWD!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA ANOT MY TOOOOOOOOOEEESSSS!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Melissa cackled as she felt those nails tracing along the edges of her big toes. She desperately tried to wiggle her toes, but with them tied together and tied back towards her knees, they were completely vulnerable. The feeling sent a large amount of ticklish electricity through her body, and she felt her body convulsing and thought her head was going to explode.
La Diabla continued her cruel path on the pads of the big toes and even moved her nails in the center of the toes, trying to draw out the most ticklish sensations she could. Then she stopped tickling the left big toe, so she could focus on the right foot’s toes. After tickling the big toe, she moved her nails over to the pad of the index toe. She did very small scratches along the plump pad. Another loud squeal coming from Melissa gave her chills as she knew the woman was in pure ticklish agony. She did not care, she wanted to push Melissa over into the edge of insanity. Then she went after the pads of the middle toe, ring toe and finally the baby toe. “You have such ticklish toes!!! I love them so much. I will admit, they were my favorite part to tickle the last time we met. Good to know they are still so ticklish! Did they miss me? Tell me that your toes missed me, or I will have to keep tickling them forever…” she teased.
Melissa continued to scream in ticklish agony as she felt that nail tickling each and every toe pad on her right foot. Tears were flowing freely, and her body kept convulsing as though electricity was going through her body. The feeling of being so helpless only made her more sensitive and she just laughed uncontrollably. She could hear La Diabla’s words, but she could not respond as she continued to laugh with reckless abandon. She desperately wanted to beg, but she couldn’t. Then the tickling stopped, and she just let out a desperate plea for help. “hehehehehe help me…someone help me….please *sob* I don’t want to be tickled anymore *sob* someone help me…” she whimpered.
“Awwww… no one is coming to save you! It is just me, you and your ticklish toes!!! Oh, Svetlana also said your toes crevices should be tickled. I think we will go there next….” La Diabla teased. She absolutely loved tormenting these toes and she knew when she goes after the toe crevices on the left foot, Melissa’s mind was surely going to snap. She then looked over at Svetlana and she could swear the bounty hunter looked like she was drooling.
Svetlana really enjoyed hearing Melissa screaming in ticklish agony as her toes were tickled. It was such an amazing sight to see. She loved watching Melissa’s feet get tickled and what helped enhance the enjoyment was that she imagined those feet as La Diabla’s as well. She didn’t get to see the actual feet up close of the outlaw, but Helga told her all about them. How sensitive they were, especially after the bastinado. Now, she wished she could have those feet in her possession now. She would absolutely love to punish La Diabla’s feet right now. She wanted to punish Melissa’s too! Maybe she could do them both! What a pleasure that would be. Svetlana started to smile on that thought.
La Diabla then stared at the left toes and she raised her right hand in the air. She then formed her fingers into a claw like formation and then attacked the toe crevices as though her hand was an eagle’s claw going after a helpless mouse. Her fingers made it directly into the outside edges of the crevices and she wiggled her fingers until they burrowed in between the toes. She was rewarded with such a maniacal, loud laugh she was even surprised.
Melissa’s head shot up and she stared at La Diabla as though she got hit with electricity. The sheer intensity of the ticklish sensations overwhelmed her nervous system and she let out a loud horrific scream. After being tormented this long, her body was extra sensitive, so her toe crevices were definitely susceptible to being tickled. Her eyes bugged out and she took in large breaths of air, then bellowed out hysterical laughter. She could feel fingers and the nails in between her toes, tickling up and down the toe stems and burrowing into the crevice itself at the base of the toes where they connected to the ball of her foot. This was such a horrible, ticklish feeling and all she could do was beg. She didn’t know what to do anymore. Her head slowly went back down to the floor, and she just laughed. Her body quit and she just laughed uncontrollably.
La Diabla was greatly amused at Melissa’s reactions and continued to go after those crevices. She kept using her nails in the crevices, but then she would move her fingers up and down the sides of the toes. She felt such at peace at the moment. Tickling another woman’s feet was kind of soothing or her. She loved the hysterical laughter and knew Melissa was done for. She could see her trembling in the chair, the laughter was maniacal, the exposed breasts wobbling like crazy and sweat all over her body. “Someone has very ticklish toes!! I love it! I really could do this forever! But lucky for you, I am going to stop now….” she teased then removed her hand from the sensitive toes.
Melissa continued to laugh freely even though the fingers left her toes. The torture broke her. Whatever the outlaw asked her to do, she would do in an instant. She felt really exhausted and her body tingled all over. She knew another round of toe tickling could possibly kill her and she prayed that her torment was over. Melissa didn’t even care that she was completely humiliated. She was just happy the fingers were no longer on her toes.
La Diabla then started to massage the trapped feet, trying to soothe them after the horrific torment. She thoroughly enjoyed tormenting Melissa, but it was time to stop. Melissa wasn’t the one she wanted to destroy after all. She then turned her head towards Svetlana and a cruel, evil smile formed on her face. “Now bitch….it’s YOUR turn…..” she threatened as she stood up. She then slowly walked towards the desk where Svetlana was. Now, it was time for pure revenge.
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PART 3
Svetlana slowly started to come to from her slumber. Her head was throbbing slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes. The last thing she remembered was a knee coming straight for her head, then blackness. Now it was coming back to her. She was in a fight with La Diabla, and it was a fierce battle. She then started to move her hands and realized she couldn’t! Her eyes popped open and now her focus came into view. She was still in the storeroom, and she lowered her head. She was still wearing a shirt, but she felt something about her legs. Her legs were spread apart and on her knees. She tried to move her ankles but realized she couldn’t close her legs. Svetlana looked down and noticed she was on top of a desk. Her arms were over her head, wrists tied together. She looked up and saw rope wrapped around her wrists and the other end was tied to a beam in the rafters and then back down and tied to her wrists again. She cocked her head as she realized that she felt a draft on her legs, and it dawned on her. She had no pants or boots! She was in her underwear and socks. Panic started to set in as she knew she was tied up and very vulnerable. Then as her eyes fully cleared, she looked forward and saw a woman sitting in a chair. The woman was still unconscious, and had rope wrapped around her arms and upperbody and around the chair. Her legs were tied together by ropes around the knees, and end of the rope were tied to the chair to effectively hold her in the chair. She was still clothed as she saw the jeans and boots. Rope was tied around the booted ankles. Now, she realized who that was. It was Melissa!!! “What the hell? Melissa! Melissa!” she shouted out.
“Mmmmmmmmm….w-what happened?” Melissa moaned as her head started to lift. She felt a slight ache in her jaw and the last thing she remembered was trying to walk back into the main room of the General Store when she felt something hit her jaw and she saw blackness. Her eyes were still hazy, but she could hear a voice calling out to her. Then she started to really come to attention as she realized she couldn’t even rub her head with her hands as she could not move her hands. She looked down and saw the rope wrapped around her body and now fear started to flow through her body. Her eyes then cleared, and she looked forward. Her heart nearly stopped when she saw Svetlana tied up on top of the desk, her arms above her head and her legs were bent at the knee and spread apart. She noticed that the blond Russian didn’t have any pants on, just her underwear! “What the hell? What happened?” she shouted back and started to squirm in her bonds.
“Can you get free?” Svetlana responded as she continued to pull at her bonds tied around her wrists. She didn’t particularly like this position she was in as her body was very vulnerable. Anger grew within her soul as she remembered who would have done this to her. “That BITCH!!!” she shouted loudly as her eyes turned to slits of rage.
“What bitch?” Melissa asked. She had no idea what happened and now she was scared considering that the Russian bounty hunter was tied up too! Who would have the ability to hurt her and take out someone like Svetlana? Then she heard something. It sounded like a laugh of sorts. The laughter got louder, and it was coming from the entrance of the storeroom. She turned her head to the left, and towards the door and saw a figure standing there. The laughter continued and it sounded very evil. Her eyes then nearly popped out of her head as she recognized the face of the woman standing in the doorway. “No!!! NOT YOU!!!! NOOOOOOO!!!” she screamed in terror.
La Diabla walked towards her two victims in the storeroom. As she walked towards them, she saw Melissa the shop keeper on her right, a tied up on the desk Svetlana on the left. A surge of adrenaline flowed through her as she had two women she really didn’t like, tied up and at her mercy. She walked with a slow strut, trying to prolong their fear. She looked over at Melissa, who definitely had a look of pure fear. Memories of the last time they were together filled her mind as she got to tickle torture her into revealing the location of the place where Cheyenne, Darby and all those women were being held. La Diabla never really liked Melissa as she was very rude when they first met, so breaking her with tickle torture was very satisfying. Then she looked over at Svetlana. She could see the look of defiance in her eyes, but it didn’t matter. That was the woman who shot Darby. That was the woman who helped kidnapped Cheyenne. This was a very personal moment for her, and she was going to get her revenge. As she approached Svetlana, a quick memory filled her mind.
“Please….bring them to justice. Not vengeance. Promise me that you will bring them to face justice and not end them. Promise me.”
“Ok….I promise. I will bring them to face justice….”
The memory of what Darby told her filled her mind and she felt that emotion. She truly wanted to kill Svetlana to begin her revenge, but that face of the deputy filled her mind and gave her emotions conflict. She is a ruthless outlaw, the most feared woman in the Southwest United States. But Darby affected her heart and she did make a promise to her. She just could not break that promise. Not to Darby. Not during this time in her life. She then approached Svetlana and had a very wry smile on her face. “You’re awake finally. I trust that you are comfortable? Hehe” she giggled.
Svetlana felt anger flowing through her body as now La Diabla was going to mock her. She started to writhe in her bonds, trying to find a way to get out of her predicament. She saw the happiness in La Diabla’s eyes, and she gritted her teeth. “Free me know you bitch! If you free me, then I promise I will not destroy you!” she growled.
La Diabla let out a slow, menacing laugh as she heard Svetlana’s words. She loved when her victims showed a bold front, which would make it all the more fun to destroy them. “Bitch? Did you just really call me a bitch? I always thought you were stupid, but you simply confirmed it. You are in NO position to demand anything. If you haven’t noticed, you are all tied up at the moment. Hehehe” she laughed. She then reached her right hand forward and did a light slap across the left cheek of Svetlana’s face. “Listen up bitch. You are now my prisoner. You are at MY mercy. I will give none. You are going to suffer…” she threatened.
“I swear! You better let me go! You are weak little girl! I will make you pay for this! Remember when you were tied up? Remember how naked you were, and how much comrade Helga humiliated you? You are not so tough. You are weak girl. Let me go now, and I will forgive you.” Svetlana said with venom in her voice. She already started to think of ways to get free, but she knew she was going to suffer. She just couldn’t let La Diabla see the fear that was building up inside her.
“hahaha you are kinda cute. Trying to threaten me, while YOU are tied up. Cute. Yes, I do remember when I was tied up and helpless. I do remember when your bitch friend Helga tickled and tormented my body and humiliated me. I do remember how I was broken, and she and Priscilla got the best of me. I remember ALL OF THAT.” La Diabla told her. She felt anger in her own body grow as she remembered her absolute humiliation that day. Now, she was going to inflict terrible revenge on Svetlana, just like she did with Helga.
“Wait, you were tortured?” Melissa asked as she listened to the conversation between Svetlana and La Diabla. Now, she was curious. The woman who tortured her a few days ago got tortured herself? A small thrill flowed through her because she remembered how the outlaw tortured her. She embarrassed her by exposing her breasts and tickling her to give up the location of where Helga was. Hearing that her attacker was tickle tortured and humiliated gave her a measure of satisfaction.
La Diabla turned her head and faced Melissa. She heard her question, and she could see a gleam of satisfaction in her eyes. She smiled at her, then approached her. She walked up to the chair Melissa was tied in and knelt down so she could be eye to eye with her. “Yes, I was tortured. I was tortured all over my body. Do you like hearing about that? Do you enjoy hearing about how I was tormented by that brute Helga? I am sure you do….” she said in a teasing tone.
Melissa looked into La Diabla’s eyes and grew concerned. It was true she was happy to hear that the outlaw was tormented, but judging by La Diabla’s demeanor, that satisfaction was going to be used against her. “I’m sorry you were tormented…” she lied. Melissa did not want to make La Diabla angry because she knew the woman would torment her again!
La Diabla chuckled to herself as she knew Melissa was lying in her response. She now wanted to play mind games with the trapped shop keeper. “Thank you for that. It was really brutal torture. They stripped me completely naked, and I was very helpless. Then………they tickled me all over my body. They tickled my armpits, my sides, my ribs, my very ticklish belly, even my nipples and breasts! Oh, but the torment on my feet drove me insane. I was just laughing and laughing and laughing. I was begging them so much to make them stop. But they wouldn’t stop. They just tickled and tickled and tickled….” she said in a pretend frightened tone of voice.
Melissa bit her lower lip as she listened to La Diabla talk about how she was tortured. In her mind, she could envision the outlaw completely naked and helpless. She imagined how she was tickled all over her sexy body, and hearing that it was torture gave her a thrill. She imagined what it would be like if she was there, tickling the woman all over. Her own feet were tickled, and it would have been the greatest sight in the world to her if she could have seen La Diabla’s barefeet tickled. She could imagine the boots coming off, followed by her socks. She imagined that the outlaw would have very cute feet and wondered how they looked and what the sound of her laughter would be like. A smile formed on her face as she listened to that sexy description of that tickle experience.
“…and tickled. I mean, I begged them for mercy. I even was forced to suck some toes. Can you imagine that? I was so helpless. In fact, my feet are feeling really sensitive right now just remembering what happened to me. I bet you wish you were there witnessing it all. Am I right? You would just love to see me suffer by tickling my very……sensitive…..skin. Do you want to tickle my feet? Do you want to put your fingers all over my soles and make me scream for mercy as you tickle me senseless? Just imagine it. Your hands on my feet and all you can hear is me begging you, ‘please Melissa! Please stop tickling my feet! It tickles so much! Please, no more! My feet are so ticklish! No, not my toes!!!’ Oh yes, you would totally have me under your power. Give me mercy. Please. I am begging you….hehehe” La Diabla teased.
Melissa was in a trance as she listened to La Diabla describe that event. She could in fact imagine her having La Diabla tied down. Maybe her feet were in the air, and she would remove those boots! She would throw those boots over her shoulder and stare at the socked feet. A gleam formed in her eyes as she imagined peeling off the socks, exposing those sweet feet! She swallowed hard as she imagined running her fingers up and down the bottoms of those trapped feet and hearing her scream and beg for mercy would be the sweetest and most glorious feeling in the world! “Yes!! No mercy! I am going to tickle you forever!” she screamed out as her mind was in a full trance. SLAP!!! Then she yelped in pain as she felt a hard slap across her left cheek! Her mind came back into focus, and she looked at La Diabla staring at her with a menacing smile. She was just slapped back into consciousness! “Ow!! That really hurt!” she whimpered.
“Of course it hurt you stupid bitch!! It was a nice dream, but you are never going to have it in reality. Now that I know you want to see me suffer, not only will I torture Svetlana the Bitch over there, but I am going to torment YOU again…..” La Diabla said, then let out an evil chuckle. She then stood up and slapped Melissa one more time against the left cheek and then turned around to face Svetlana. “Now, where were we?” she teased.
Svetlana had a scowl on her face as she witnessed that entire teasing episode between Melissa and La Diabla. She knew the outlaw would easily intimidate Melissa, but she was not going to fall for it. “Leave her alone you pathetic bitch! How about you let me go, and we settle this once and for all?” she asked. She wanted one more opportunity to fight the woman, and this time she was not going to lose.
“You’re so cute. How do you think you got in the position you are in now? I kicked your ass remember? Or maybe you don’t since I did knock you out….” La Diabla mocked. She then got closer to Svetlana’s face. The way she positioned Svetlana; she was near the end of the table with the length of the desk stretch out in front of her. She got on top of the desk and sat in front of her victim in Indian style. Now, Svetlana’s torso and head were right in front of her, completely helpless to her designs. She then pulled out a knife from its sheath on her gun belt and held it up directly in front of Svetlana’s eyes. “You know, this is my favorite knife. It has the blood of many people on it. It is very sharp and so darn effective. Being with Cheyenne’s tribe, they even helped make it sharper than normal….” she smiled, hoping to elicit fear in the Russian.
Svetlana looked at the knife in her face, and she did have fear, but she had too much pride to show it. She has been in knife fights before, but she was never tied down and completely helpless. She knew she still had to display a determination, or La Diabla would surely break her. “You think that scares me? Please, you stupid woman. I have been cut with much better knives in battle…” she said with defiance in her tone.
“So cute…You know, my original plan was to use this very knife and stick it so deep inside your belly, I can cut your intestines out. I was going to hogtie your lifeless body with your own intestines to send a message that you do not mess with me. But luckily for you, I made a promise to someone. I promised her that I would actually bring you to justice, just like that stupid heifer partner of yours, Helga. Ironic isn’t it. You have been spared your life by the same woman you tried to kill….” La Diabla told her.
Svetlana felt flush in the face as she realized that it was Darby that will save her life. She was still trapped so she knew she may not die a gruesome death, but something was going to happen to her. “I should have killed you….” she muttered.
“Yes, you should have. You see, even though that woman was shot, she still wants to spare you. Me? I want to end you. I want you to suffer and you WILL suffer. You will endure some horrific torture and you WILL bend to my will. I promise you, you will be a begging little girl, just like Helga….” La Diabla replied then placed the of the knife on the tip of Svetlana’s nose.
“You don’t scare me bitch….” Svetlana spat back, even though there was a lingering fear in her voice.
“You will be scared, trust me, you WILL BE. Now, I think that since I was tortured, it is your turn to feel my wrath.” La Diabla smiled as she lowered her knife. She had Svetlana right where she wanted. “The thing about you bounty hunters is that you are so strong, so tough. Helga, I will admit is quite the physical specimen. Strong, powerful, ruthless. But she is still a woman. I am a woman and so are you. The good thing about a woman is, our bodies have certain…..sensitivities. You know what I mean? You saw what happened to me….” she said with a threatening tone.
Svetlana gulped as she heard La Diabla’s words. She had a feeling on what was about to happen, and a small feeling of fear started to come into her body. She knew in her personal history that she was rarely touched, but when she was, she had strong sensitivities. Every once in a while, Helga and she would wrestle each other and the bigger Russian would touch her very sensitive spots and she would collapse into giggles. Now, there was a woman determined to see her suffer. Much like her comrade, she just could not give that satisfaction of breaking. “I hate you….let me go and I will forgive you…” she muttered.
La Diabla let her head fall backwards and started to laugh. She let out a very loud laugh as she heard Svetlana’s choice of words. Her head then went forward again, and she laid eyes on her victim again. “Awww… I think someone is scared! I think someone knows what is about to happen to her! She knows how humiliating it will be to laugh her silly head off as I…..tickle…her….” she then grinned and lifted her hands.
Svetlana saw the hands raising in the air and she knew this was the moment of truth. She was going to be tickled, and she also knew that La Diabla was not going to show any mercy. She did not know how sensitive she was still, and she had a mental prayer that her ticklishness decreased over the years she has been a bounty hunter. “Don’t…just don’t.” was all she could reply.
“Awww… someone sounds like she is going to be very ticklish…hehehe.. I love it. Oh, did you know Helga is ticklish too? She was sure suffering when I had her tied down and giggling like a schoolgirl. I already know, you are the weak link in your little bounty hunter club, so making you scream in laughter will be easy. Or, should I just cut you up anyway?” La Diabla smiled. She then placed her hands near the exposed sides of her prisoner.
Svetlana’s mind began to race as she knew she was about to endure some torture. She also felt anger after hearing that La Diabla tickle tortured Helga. That surprised her because Helga was so powerful, there was no way she would be ticklish! She even tried once, and Helga laughed her away. “I know you’re lying. Helga is not ticklish…” she whispered.
“Oh, how wrong you are. She turned out to be ……..very…… ticklish. I know you are the weaker one, you are her sidekick. So, I am guessing your body will be a LOT more sensitive…hehehe” La Diabla teased. She then poked her left index finger into Svetlana’s side through the shirt and felt the Russian wince. She then took her right index finger and poked the left side and once again she saw the body wince. “Yes, someone is going to suffer really soon…”
“Leave her alone!! Let us go!!” Melissa demanded. She could hear La Diabla threaten tickle torture and she did not want to see Svetlana suffer. She felt some kind of loyalty to the Russian because both of the bounty hunters treated her with respect. Most of the men in town would look down at her, some were cordial, but many others demanded her to serve them in this General Store. The Russian bounty hunters were friendly and made her feel important. That is why she was so willing to help them with their supplies, even knowing that they were involved in illegal business. “You are just so mean! Let us go!” she demanded.
La Diabla turned her head and smiled as she looked at Melissa. “You be quiet over there. Trust me, your turn will happen.” she smiled. She then faced Svetlana again and now she was running both of her hands up and down the sides. She saw the steely eyes of the Russian looking back at her, her face still stone like, but she could feel some tremors under her fingertips. She then had a wry smile. “You are so tough! Nothing breaks you, right? My touches shouldn’t bother you at all then, so I can continue….” she whispered to her.
Svetlana tried to keep her face frozen in defiance as she looked at that evil smile on La Diabla’s face. She just could not show her any emotion, any reaction, even as those fingers were poking and fluttering up and down her sides. She could feel the small ticklish reactions starting to build up in her body and it was going to take every ounce of her strength to not react. The ticklish sensations started to build as the fingers made their way further up her sides, on the outside edges of her ribs. She wanted to shake, she wanted to twist her body to get away from the fingers, but she had to focus. She had to show her tormentor that she was not going to fold and give her the pleasure of torture.
“I know you want to laugh. Come on….you can let just a tiny giggle to come out. It’s ok! It’s ok to be ticklish! You are trying to be so strong, but we both know that you have a ticklish weakness. Tickle tickle tickle…” La Diabla teased as her fingers continued to probe and flutter along the sides. She then lowered her hands right back down the sides and she made it to the hip bone area. Using her fingers like lobster claws, she squeezed the hipbones and was taken aback as she felt the body thrash in a reaction! “Oh!!!! Did that bother you? Well, well, well…..looks like someone IS ticklish! Hehehe” she taunted.
Svetlana still kept her face frozen in defiance, even though her mind was racing in a panic. That squeezing on her hipbones even surprised her and fear started to grow. She didn’t know how long she could hold out and not react, but that hipbone squeeze really threw her off her game. “It….didn’t…tickle…” she responded, taking her time between each words so she wouldn’t laugh. The squeezes happened again and again, and she held in her grunts.
La Diabla enjoyed the bounty hunter’s discomfort and knew she found a weak spot. She found it very amusing that Svetlana was still trying to not react to her tickle attempts, but she was very confident she would break her. Knowing from experience, the longer a ticklish person would hold out from laughing, the weaker their body becomes and when they did break, the ticklish sensations would be so much worse. She definitely knew this from her own personal experience. It happened to her in that cavern and once she broke and let her laughter out, the ticklish sensations felt so much worse. Breaking Svetlana was going to be fun! “Come on sweet thing, you can let it out. You do realize the longer you hold it all in, the more you will build up like a volcano and lose all sense of reality when you explode, and you WILL give in to me. In fact, this shirt is in the way. Can you imagine what will happen to you when I touch your skin? Hehehe” she laughed evilly. She then picked up her knife again and placed the tip of the blade in the front of the shirt and with a quick flick, she poked a hole in the shirt and then started to cut away at the fabric. The shirt easily cut away, and she cut away at the sleeves, and soon, she removed the shirt and tossed it over her head, and it fell near Melissa’s booted feet. The Russian was wearing a bra, and she cocked her head. “Maybe we should get right to business and see your tits…”
Svetlana was in shock and also grew angry. Her shirt was cut away, exposing her upperbody and now the outlaw was threatening to expose her breasts! She looked on in horror as she saw the blade of the knife now placed on her sternum and on the bra clasp. She gasped as she saw the blade flick the strap and now the front of her bra was loose, and the cups slowly fell off her breasts. Her face turned red with anger, and she looked at La Diabla with venom in her eyes. Her size B breasts were exposed to that woman. “I swear, when I get out of this, I am going to make you suffer. What Helga and Priscilla did to you will be child’s play compared to what I will do to you…I promise you that.” Svetlana seethed.
“Promises, promises..hehehe” La Diabla giggled, showing no fear of Svetlana’s threat. She looked at the naked breasts and nodded her head. They were pretty nice looking mounds, and the large pink nipples looked rather appealing. She then reached her hands forward again and with her fingertips, she started to lightly flutter then on the sides of Svetlana. Now that the shirt was removed, she could touch the skin. With this kind of touch, she could see the goosebumps form and could even see the body started to shake a little. Even with this reaction, she saw a cold stare on Svetlana’s face. It didn’t faze her because she knew in due time, that cold stare would be replaced with ticklish agony. “Come on Svetlana, why so serious? I know you feel this. You are not made of iron. You’re the weak one compared to Helga. I will get you to laugh. As a matter of fact, I bet you are much prettier when you smile. You’re ugly anyway, but at least smile….” she taunted.
Svetlana felt anger again as now the outlaw was insulting her. She could feel those fingers doing the light touches on her side and it was starting to drive her crazy. When the fingertip moved to the spot right below her ribs on her side, her body flinched involuntarily. She started to grit her teeth and focused on La Diabla’s smirking face. She hated that smile, those brown eyes looking back at her, mocking her. “I will make you EEEP!!” she shrieked as she felt the fingertips poke directly into her ribs. The move surprised her as she was bracing for the light touches, and she felt a panic. She clamped her lips again, so that she could not make another sound.
“Hmmm…I think I may have found a spot. Let’s try that again…” La Diabla smiled as she then started to poke her fingertips with more pressure into the rib area. Now, the torso of Svetlana started to writhe with more energy, and this greatly amused her. She knew slowly but surely, she was going torture this woman. She then wrapped each hand around the sides where her four fingers pressed into the back, and her thumbs were now on the front ribcage. Then with wicked glee, she started to rotate her thumbs rapidly on the cage and now the body started to writhe with a lot more intensity. Her eyes then looked back up at Svetlana’s face and the woman still had a cold stare on her face, but she noticed the eyes were starting to blink more rapidly and the skin was turning red. “Come on now bitch, laugh. Laugh for La Diabla…” she teased.
Svetlana continued to hold in the laughter. The thumbs rotating on her ribcage was absolutely driving her crazy with ticklish electricity. It took every ounce of willpower for her to not explode into laughter at this time. She saw the taunting expression on La Diabla’s face, and even though the anger was still within her, the thumbs on her ribs was slowly cracking through her ability to remain calm. Her eyes then diverted over to Melissa who had a look of absolute shock on her face.
Melissa watched as she saw what was happening before her. Since she was seated, Svetlana and La Diabla were at a higher angle of view because they were on the table. It absolutely shocked her that this was happening. She was tied up again by the outlaw, but now Svetlana was captured with her. The Russian was tough, and she would get free! But now she had doubts. The bounty hunter was tied pretty tight, and even more embarrassing was the fact that her shirt was cut off. She saw the breasts and it absolutely stunned her. Then she remembered what La Diabla did to her. She remembered when her own breasts were exposed by the outlaw and how humiliating that was for her. Even though she considered herself “straight”, she had to admit that Svetlana’s breasts did look very nice. But she knew how embarrassing it was. Melissa also wondered if Svetlana would laugh. She could see La Diabla’s fingers pressing into the ribcage and somehow the bounty hunter was not laughing. She knew if it was her, she would be laughing hysterically at this moment. She wondered if La Diabla could make Svetlana break.
La Diabla continued to rotate her thumbs into the ribcage, and she could feel the body trembling in her hands. She also noticed that the Svetlana’s eyes started to water. That was a sign that she was struggling to hold in her laughter. It was just a matter of time before the damn broke and this woman would be for mercy. An idea popped into her mind, and she smiled. The more she rotated her thumbs into these obviously ticklish ribs, the more Svetlana tried to keep her mouth close, the more the pressure built up. She just needed to make her speak and then there was going to be no stopping. “Look at you! Such a ticklish little girl! I know this tickles! My thumbs can feel the tremors in your bones. Soon, you’re going to be laughing and begging me for mercy. Because ticklish little girls like you are weak! You are and will always be someone’s bitch! You are my bitch now, just like you were always Helga’s bitch….” she taunted.
Svetlana heard the taunts and it angered her. She was no one’s bitch, and she and Helga were equals as far as she was concerned. How dare this woman even indicate she was inferior?! “You stuuuuupppiiiddhahahahahahahahahahaha” she laughed. Once she opened her mouth, she broke her concentration and there was nothing she could do to hold back the laughter. She surprised herself as she let her laughter out, those thumbs did their damage. What really bothered her was the look of glee on La Diabla’s face. Now she knew she was in trouble.
“THERE YOU GO!!!! Let it all out sidekick bitch, let it all out….” La Diabla teased as she then pressed her thumbs a little harder, just to make it tickle. She could see the look of shock on Svetlana’s eyes, and it delighted her. Now, a wave of excitement washed over her. This was all about revenge. She was not doing this to gain information out of the bounty hunter, she was doing this as revenge. Embarrassing Svetlana was not the kind of revenge she wanted, especially after this woman tried to kill the woman she had feelings for, but she made a promise. So, if she had to turn the Russian over to the authorities, she might as well humiliate her. Now, she rubbed her fingers up and down a few of the ribs and her eyes went to the ribcage. She wanted to focus in on the area and try to find the worst spots. Listening to Svetlana’s steady giggles was music to her ears, but she wanted to do more. “I am going to torture you…” she said with a cold tone.
Svetlana continued to laugh as she felt the pressure on her ribs. Now that she opened her mouth, and the laughter came out, she couldn’t stop it. She tried to close her mouth, but the consistent tickling on her ribs prevented her. Frustration started to build in her body as she did not want to laugh and give this outlaw anything. She was angry at herself for falling for La Diabla’s game and got her to speak. Svetlana knew how ticklish she was. She remembered the times when she wrestled Helga for practice and the larger Russian would sometimes tickle her. She felt helpless to Helga’s power and was grateful that no one else ever tickled her. Svetlana would watch the other slaves laugh hysterically as Helga tortured them, and she knew it would never happen to her. Now, La Diabla was tormenting her and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She looked down at La Diabla’s face and the outlaw was not looking back at her. She was focused on her ribs. What also made it worse was La Diabla did not stay on one spot on her ribs. She moved them all around the ribcage.
La Diabla had a slight smirk on her face as her thumbs continued to move around the ribs. The laughter from her victim continued to get stronger and now she started to move her hands down from the cage, down the sides, and towards the hips. She had to keep the tickling of the spots random so Svetlana would not build a tolerance. She then looked up and saw that beautiful face with a tormented smile. She could also see the breasts jiggling in front of her. That also amused her. She absolutely loved jiggling breasts on a woman and how much fun she could have with them. She knew she would eventually play with those mounds, but it was time to keep the tickling of the sides going. She then placed her hands on each respective hipbone and paused the tickling for a moment. She formed her hands like “lobster claws” and then looked into Svetlana’s eyes. “Hey sidekick! Now, I am going to make you suffer. This will not be a tease. This will be hell. I will punish you for a very long time. While you scream your lungs out, I want you to think about something. I want you think about that beautiful Deputy you tried to assassinate and caused her to go to the hospital. Because I am not going to stop until I feel like it. I won’t even let you pass out. You will FEEL this hell unleashed on you…” La Diabla threatened.
Svetlana started to calm down, but her body was still on high alert. She heard the threat and could feel fingers on her hipbones. She knew that the horrific tickling was going to start soon, but she still had her pride. She heard the words, and a thought of Darby entered her mind. Since she was told she was not going to be killed by the outlaw, she could still be defiant. “You bitch….I am thinking of your friend. I wish I finished the job and enjoy-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” she screamed as she felt those hands squeezing her hipbones. She never knew how much that spot tickled before as that area was never really touched. Now, she could feel the sheer intensity of it all and it definitely threw her off her game. It was bad enough all she was wearing was her underwear and socks, so she could feel the hands directly on her skin, her underwear slightly pulled down to expose those flanks. Her body started to vibrate as the ticklish pressure on that spot was driving her insane. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA LET ME GOOO!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA STOP HAHAHAHAHAHA STOOOOOOOPPPP!!!” she screamed.
La Diabla couldn’t help but have a smirk on her face as she heard the hysterical laughter coming from Svetlana. She found a very sensitive spot and she was going to exploit it. Now that the Russian finally started laughing, she could inflict the torture side of the tickling. She dug her fingers deeper into those hipbones, and right in those “pockets” on the sides and now Svetlana’s body started to writhe a lot more furiously. The look in La Diabla’s eyes turned to slits as she focused on pressing further and further into that part of the body, trying to find the most intense laughter. This was going to be really enjoyable to watch this woman suffer. She then decided to taunt Svetlana further. She stopped her hipbone tickling and looked at the Russian. “Feeling ok?” she said with a smile.
Svetlana shook her head, trying to gather her wits about her. The tickling was pretty intense and now she cleared her eyes and saw the smirk on La Diabla’s face. Her hatred for the outlaw continued to grow as she knew she was being humiliated. She was catching her breath and her eyes turned to slits. “I….I…..hate you…” she panted.
La Diabla could only smile when she heard Svetlana’s words. “You hate me? I am glad! I want you to hate me because I am going to make you suffer sidekick.” she responded.
“Why don’t you free me, and we can settle this like women? Tickling me is not a true warrior’s way!” Svetlana challenged.
La Diabla chuckled to herself and had her trademark smirk again. “My dear, like I told you before. You already lost to me and second, this may not be a warrior’s way, but it is rather embarrassing is it not? I mean, you are just laughing and laughing, like a little schoolgirl. There is nothing you can do to stop it. The big tough Russian is just a ticklish little girl. No wonder Helga was the boss. You are just so weak….” she taunted.
Svetlana could only look at La Diabla with disgust. She truly despised La Diabla, and she wished there was something she could do. Her arms were trapped above her and the ties around her wrists were very effective. What really got her angry was the insults by the outlaw. “I am NOT a little girl! I am not weak!!! I am not……..YOU!!!!!” she shouted in anger.
La Diabla couldn’t help but laugh. She did like the defiance still within Svetlana, so tormenting her would still be a lot of fun. “Oh sweetie…you think that bothers me? If I am the weak one, what does that make you? I mean, it is true I was tormented and beaten, but that was by Priscilla and Helga. YOU were not part of that. Yet, here you are, tied up and helpless and you are just a…..ticklish…..little….girl….” she said, then reached forward once again and started to squeeze those hipbones once again and felt a thrill through her body when she heard the hysterical laughter explode out of Svetlana’s lungs.
Svetlana screamed in ticklish laughter as La Diabla’s hands once again started to squeeze her hipbones. The tickling was driving her crazy and she just could not stop laughing. She shut her eyes to try and focus on anything but those surprisingly strong hands from squeezing that area on her body, but it was no use. Her body betrayed her mind and just let the laughter out. She opened her eyes and saw the look of evil glee on La Diabla’s. She didn’t want to give that woman satisfaction, but she had no choice. “HAHAHAHAHAHA QUIT IT!!! HAHAHAHAA STOP TICKLING ME YOU BBBBHAHAHAHAHAHAHBITCH!” she screamed.
Melissa continued to watch in horror as she saw Svetlana now screaming in ticklish terror. It was surreal to her because both Helga and Svetlana were so tough. They seemed invincible and now Svetlana was laughing heartily. A shiver formed in her body as she remembered how La Diabla tickled her own body and she wondered if the Russian bounty hunter would be able to hold out. She could see the sheer look of hysterics in Svetlana’s eyes, and she saw the back of La Diabla. It was just an amazing sight to see. The outlaw was sitting on the table as though she was watching a show and Svetlana was the entertainment. Melissa started to wonder if there was something she could do. She felt helpless because she definitely did not want to be tortured herself.
La Diabla continued to press and dig into the hipbone area and wanted to continue that torture. Svetlana’s body continued to writhe, and the intensity of the laughter was increasing. She looked up towards the head again and saw the Russian trying to fight it. She grinned as she could see small beads of sweat forming on the forehead and when she looked down, she could see the sweat forming on the chest area. “Suffer bitch….you will suffer…” she said with a menacing tone. She then let go of the hipbones and went after the sides and ribs again. Her fingers started to probe the ribs once again.
Svetlana now felt the hands going up and down her sides and when those fingers got to her ribs, it sent a major jolt of ticklish electricity through her body. Now she tried to shift her upperbody left to right, trying to get away from those fingers, but they followed her no matter where she tried to move. When she moved to her left, fingers started to probe her left ribcage, which immediately made her shift her body to the right. Then the right ribcage was tickle assaulted and she continued to just shake back and forth. What really bothered her was the child like giggles coming from La Diabla at her expense. She wanted to curse this woman out, but her voice was reserved for hysterical laughter. Now, shame started to wash over her because her will to resist was already shredded. Then, her eyes looked over at Melissa. She could see the storekeeper sitting there, watching as she laughed heartily. Her chest was exposed, and she was near naked. It was bad enough that she was cackling hysterically in front of La Diabla, but now there was another witness. Her mind then started to think. Melissa had to help her! Her eyes got bigger, and she could see Melissa looking right at her. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA HELP ME!!! DO HAHAHAHA SOMETHING!!!!” she screamed.
La Diabla continued to run her fingers up and down and all around the ribs, when she heard Svetlana scream for help. She looked up at the bounty hunter’s face and saw her looking over her own head. She then stopped the tickle assault and turned her head. Now, it made sense. She was asking Melissa for help. La Diabla chuckled at the feeble attempt for help. “You are asking HER for help? Haha you poor ticklish girl. She can’t do anything to save you at all…” she cooed. Then an idea came to her mind. She spun around on the table and then got off of it. She then walked over towards with Melissa with an evil grin. She then knelt down in front of the storekeeper and placed her hands on the bound knees. “Can you believe that? She is actually asking YOU to help? Do you want to help her?” she smiled.
Melissa felt really nervous as she saw La Diabla right before her. Her legs were tied together. Her arms were bound to her sides, and her wrists were roped to the sides of the chair. She could see that taunting face and her own well being was in danger. She heard the question and she swallowed hard. “I-I-I don’t know…” was all she could say.
La Diabla let out a loud laugh. She stood up again and stared down at Melissa. She shook her head and laughed again. “You don’t know? You don’t want to help this evil bitch? Isn’t she your friend? If she was my friend, I would want to help her.” she mocked.
Melissa felt embarrassed and lowered her head. “Can you just leave us alone? Let us go and we won’t say anything.” she mumbled.
“Say anything? What would you say? That ticklish bitch over there is wanted for attempting to assassinate an officer of the law. You are aiding and abetting that criminal. Tell me you stupid bitch, what would you say?” La Diabla mocked. She was enjoying this position of power. She then went slightly behind Melissa on her right hand side and put her face next to Melissa’s right cheek. “You know, since you are helping someone who tried to kill someone I care about, maybe I should punish you too. Wouldn’t that be fun? Because I remember how ticklish YOU are…hehehehe” La Diabla threatened.
Melissa’s heart felt like it stopped when she heard what La Diabla told her. She definitely did not want to be tickled by her again! “No!!! It would not be fun!! I didn’t do anything to you! Please! Please don’t touch me!!” she begged hysterically.
“Why not? I mean, she is your friend, right? She is asking for your help. Are you really not going to help her by sacrificing yourself for her?” La Diabla teased. The situation she had Melissa in reminded her of what happened to her back in the cavern. At her very worst moment, a moment where she was going to be completely destroyed by Helga and Priscilla, someone did help her. Someone was willing to sacrifice her own body to save her from certain destruction. That thought made La Diabla’s heart feel love towards Darby and she was going to use that idea to really mess with Melissa. She knew Svetlana and her would never help one another so she was going to truly enjoy tormenting the both of them.
“Well…I…uh, well I…..don’t know. How about you let us both go?” Melissa offered. She could still feel La Diabla’s presence to her right side and she got really nervous. She liked Svetlana, as well as Helga, but not enough to sacrifice her own well being. They were not close friends or anything like that. She felt the large wave of fear ripping through her because that time she was tickled tortured by La Diabla, it was a horrible feeling.
“You are such a terrible friend….” La Diabla told her, then got behind her completely. She then placed her head on Melissa’s left side now and whispered into her ear. “Since you are such a lousy friend, you need to be punished! I can’t stand lousy friends…..” she teased. She then reached her hands to the front of Melissa’s upperbody and started to tickle the ribs area. She immediately felt the body writhing and it greatly amused her.
“WAIT!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOOO!! HAHAHAHAHA DON’T!!!” Melissa screeched as she felt the fingers digging into her ribs. She knew the possibility of being tickled was there, but it still surprised her when she felt those fingers know kneading into her ribcage. She started to thrash about and even tried to swing her head to the left to knock La Diabla away from her, but she hit nothing but air. This only lead to more aggressive tickling on her ribs and she was in total tickle fear.
“Did you try to hit me with your head? You BAD, BAD GIRL!!!” La Diabla taunted as she then tickle the lower part of the ribs. She couldn’t get the entire cage because there were ropes in that area. But the area she did have access to was quite the sensitive spot. Listening to the storekeeper scream in hysterics felt good to her. She never did like Melissa and wanted to make her suffer.
Svetlana continued to recover from her own tickling assault and could only look on helplessly as Melissa was being tickled. She liked Melissa, she was glad it wasn’t her getting humiliated with tickling right now, instead it was the storekeeper. Her breathing started to return to normal and as she watched the ticking scene unfold before her, it got her upset. She wished she could get free from these bonds. If she did, she would definitely put La Diabla in this position and she could have her way with her!
Melissa continued to cackle away as she felt those hands rummaging all over her cage and they even went into her belly button. Her legs started to kick forward, the knees straightening out with her feet in the air. She threw her head back and let the laughter flowed out. Being knocked out, tied up and tickled once again by the same woman was something she was not expecting at all. “HAHAHAHAHAHA YOU GOT TO STOP!!! PLEASE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA I DIDN’T DO HAHAHAHAHAHA ANYTHING!!!!” she screamed.
La Diabla grinned hearing this woman beg. She saw the legs straightening out, with the booted feet in the air as the head was leaning back. There was just something thrilling about hearing this laughter. Melissa was not a warrior; she was just a normal woman who got caught up with the wrong people. She did not have to worry about her trying to resist and fight her torture. That’s what made this so much more fun! “I suggest you lower your feet back down, because if you don’t, your boots are giving me ticklish ideas..hehehehe” she playfully threatened.
Melissa immediately lowered her legs and tucked them under the chair. She definitely did not want La Diabla to have any bright ideas about her feet. The memory of having her feet tickled just a few days ago was still very vivid in her mind. Now she just had to deal with those fingers in her midsection! “HAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE STOP TICKLING MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she screamed out in a panic.
La Diabla chuckled to herself as she saw how fast those boots went back down and under the table. This was starting to be a lot of fun. She then stopped digging into the ribs and paused her torment. She could hear the sense of relief coming from her victim, then she placed her head on the right side of Melissa’s face. “Didn’t that feel good? I bet you feel so relieved right now. Well, before I start again, I want to test something. Do you like Svetlana over there?” she whispered in her ear, then pointed towards the tied up Russian bounty hunter.
Melissa looked directly at Svetlana on the desk and could hear that voice in her ear. She was thrilled the tickling stopped, but why would she be asked if she liked Svetlana or not? “Um…yes. I mean…she is someone I know..” she stammered. She had no idea what La Diabla planned, but it was not going to be good either way.
“Well, I ask that question because I want to see how close you two are as friends. Here’s what I want you to do. I am going to tickle one of you. I am going to tickle one of you really badly in the ribs and tummy. The question is, who do I tickle? Either you or her. YOU have to decide. Hehehe” La Diabla giggled.
Melissa’s eyes bugged out in pure shock! Did that woman just ask her who should be tickled, and she had to decide? A chill went through her because she knew the obvious answer, but she could see Svetlana looking right back at her. Even though she and the Russian were on friendly terms, she knew she should never cross either her or Helga. She had an impossible decision. It was going to be either her or Svetlana to be tickled! “um, I-I-I have to choose? But why?” she stammered nervously.
“Because I said so…..so, I suggest you choose wisely. Because if you do not choose, I will just tickle you until you pass out. Maybe that is what you want. Maybe you want to sacrifice yourself to help that bitch Svetlana over there. So, do you choose yourself to be tickled by me? Hehehe” La Diabla asked in a very teasing voice.
Svetlana looked on in horror as she heard the choice Melissa was given. She shook her head slowly as she saw the ticklish fear in Melissa’s eyes. She knew that woman was going to sell her out to save her own skin. She hated the psychological teasing La Diabla was doing to her. “Don’t listen to her Melissa!!! She is trying to have you turn on me! Don’t fall for it!” she shouted.
“But…but she said she will tickle me. She said it is either me or you!” Melissa responded with panic in her voice. She could feel La Diabla’s hands close to her body and she felt those ticklish feelings getting stronger even though she was not being touched.
“It’s a trap!!! She wants me to suffer!!! Don’t answer her!!! She’s bluffing!!!” Svetlana yelled. She knew what La Diabla was up to, and she wanted to make sure Melissa did not order her to be tickled. She could see that sadistic smile on La Diabla’s face, and it only got her upset. “You bitch!!! Leave her alone!” she demanded.
“Aww….seems like Svetlana is worried. But you shouldn’t listen to her. I mean, she is quite selfish don’t you think? Notice she is only talking about her getting tickled, but that means YOU will be tickled by me. We both know you are more ticklish than her and she is willing to sacrifice you to save herself. Some friend…..” La Diabla chuckled.
Even though Melissa knew Svetlana was looking out for herself, she still had some fear of the Russian. But the thought of her being tortured was too much. “Ok…you can….tickle…her…” she whispered.
“What was that? Who should I tickle? I want you to say it louder….” La Diabla teased.
“Her! Tickle her! Tickle Svetlana!” Melissa said with a much stronger tone. She then lowered her head in shame because she chose to see the Russian get tickled tortured. In the back of her mind, she thought “Better her than me….”
“Good choice, and the smart one. Be right back….” La Diabla whispered in the ear. She then stood up and walked back over to Svetlana. As she approached, she could see look of anger and fear in the Russian’s eyes. She then proceeded to walk behind Svetlana and now stood between the woman’s legs and faced her back. She loved the fact that Svetlana only had her underwear and socks, and it was just a matter of time before she stripped her completely naked. La Diabla then got close to the back and reached her hands around the torso and wiggled her fingers close by the ribs and in Svetlana’s view.
Svetlana could feel how close La Diabla’s body was to her back and now she could see those fingers wiggling wildly and close by her ribs. She then looked up and glared at Melissa. Anger filled her body because now she was going to suffer. “You stupid *****!!! I told you not to listen to her! Now, I suffer!!” she growled.
Melissa felt a wave of guilt wash over her as she heard Svetlana yell at her. She truly felt she had no choice because she was going to be tickled if she didn’t agree to the outlaw’s demands. She lowered her head in shame. “I’m sorry….” she mewled.
“You’re such a horrible friend! Well, I guess you deserve this torture more than you thought..hehehe” La Diabla teased. She then started to wiggle her fingers directly onto the ribs and felt the explosion of laughter coming from the bounty hunter. She then pressed her own body into the back so she could have a tighter grip on the ribs and was squeezing and prodding that very sensitive area. She loved the way Svetlana would writhe her body and there was nothing she could do to escape her grasp. It was time to really punish this woman.
Svetlana continued to laugh as she felt the fingers and hands all over her ribs. When the fingers pressed into the creases of her ribs, a very strong jolt of ticklish electricity ripped through her body, and she let out a very cute squeal from her lips. She couldn’t handle the amount of ticklish energy and now she felt really embarrassed. The problem was, she couldn’t do anything, and more squeals of laughter came from her body as the outlaw behind her found the very sensitive spots on her ribs.
“How cute! Listen to you squeal like a little piggy! I didn’t know you had it in you. I want to hear more! How about if I press……….HERE???!!!” La Diabla teased as she fingers found that sweet spot on the ribs again, pressing in between the ribs and squeezing there.
Svetlana’s eyes popped open in sheer ticklish terror as she felt the fingers really pressing into her ribs. The sheer amount of intensity flowing through her body surprised her and her body reacted. She howled in laughter, and she even started to buck her ass backwards and for a moment, she managed to dislodge La Diabla from her backside. She felt the hands fall off her ribs and she turned her head to see where the outlaw was. She shivered as the ticklish sensations were still there in her body and after dislodging La Diabla, she knew there was going to be retribution. Then, she heard a sinister laugh.
“So, someone couldn’t handle that tickling huh? Hehehe” La Diabla laughed. Even though she was dislodged, she found it amusing. She then went to her position behind Svetlana, but this time, she put her body off to the left side, but still had her chest on Svetlana’s back. She took her right hand and did a quick swat on the rear end. “Such a bad, BAD, BAD girl. Knocking me off like that. I think you should be tickle punished!” she threatened.
Svetlana shook her head “no” as she could feel La Diabla behind her and threatening her with more tickling. She started to shake her hips again, trying to dislodge the outlaw from her a second time, but the way La Diabla’s body was positioned, she couldn’t do it. Then she gulped as she felt the fingers once again on each side of her ribcage. “Nyet! Nyet!!! Don’t you dare tickle me!! Tickle Melissa!!!” she screamed and then looked at the bound storekeeper. She could see the look of shock in those eyes, but she didn’t care. If Melissa requested for her to be tickled, she wanted to return the favor.
Melissa looked up at Svetlana in surprise when she heard her name being called out. Her mouth was wide open as she could not believe the bounty hunter requested for her to be tickled. “W-what? No!!!” she screamed. She shook her head nervously and started to fidget in her bonds. She hoped La Diabla did not come back over to her and tickle her. She was helpless and even that brief tickle attack on her drove her crazy.
La Diabla laughed to herself as she heard Svetlana’s request and Melissa’s fear. This was what she wanted. To have the two ladies turn on each other. Little did the women know, she was going to torture the both of them anyway. If they knew what she had planned for them, they would probably die of fright. She let go of Svetlana’s ribs and came from behind the woman. She now stood in between Svetlana on the desk, and Melissa tied down in the chair. She looked over at Svetlana’s tired face and then over at Melissa’s face that was full of ticklish fear. “Hmmm..did you both ask me to tickle the other? I thought it was settled and Melissa told me to tickle you, Svetlana. Now, why would I stop tickling you? Why would I want to tickle Melissa?” she asked with a devious smile.
“Because! I do not want your filthy hands on me anymore! Besides, she deserves a turn for betraying me…” Svetlana explained.
Melissa heard those words and panic set in. She definitely didn’t want to be tickled anymore! “No!!! Tickle her! She was the one who shot your friend! I didn’t know anything about that. She deserves it!” she screamed.
La Diabla laughed as she listened to both of the women tell her to tickle the other. She walked closer to Melissa and started to wiggle her fingers, only to have Melissa scream for mercy and fidget and writhe in her binds. That look of fear really drove her desire for revenge even greater and then she looked over at Svetlana. She then walked towards the Russian and wiggled her fingers. “Hmmmm..who should get tortured?” she teased.
Svetlana saw La Diabla headed towards her, and her body trembled. Even though she hated La Diabla with a severe passion, she did not want to be tickled anymore. “HER!!! TICKLE HER!!!” she screamed, and her body continued to shake as the fingers got closer.
“You are so mean…You are willing to sell out your friend to avoid your own torture? I mean, she is right. It wasn’t her that shot Darby, it was YOU. Tell me why I should torment Melissa…” La Diabla asked with a smirk on her face.
Svetlana glared over at La Diabla and that smirk on her face really got her upset. She continued to be upset with her own self for allowing that woman to get the better of her. The tough part was there was no going back. Her body was responding to the tickle torture and was trying to go into survival mode. She closed her eyes and hung her head as she felt shame, but she had to survive somehow, even if it meant playing that outlaw’s game. “You should torment her because she gave us supplies. For no cost. She is the one responsible for the chains, the ropes and other instruments for us to continue to keep women captive….” she mumbled.
Melissa’s eyes went wide with shock as she heard Svetlana reveal how her involvement was part of the sex ring. She shook her head in denial as panic started to set into her soul. She looked over at La Diabla who had a look of surprise on her face and then started to see her walk her way. “No!!! Don’t listen to her!! She’s lying!!!” she screamed.
La Diabla approached Melissa with a smile on her face. She knew Melissa was more of a bystander, but it was a lot of fun to torment her anyway. Watching these two victims turn against each other was more fun than she thought. When she got to Melissa, she could see the fear in her eyes. She then casually sat down on Melissa’s lap, staring right down into her face! “So….you are the one who helped those evil bitches with supplies huh? Did you know your supplies helped keep women captive and even tortured by them? Your hands are not clean, so you deserve to be punished!” she threatened.
Melissa lost her breath as she heard those threatening words. She was also stunned that the outlaw was now sitting on her lap. Her arms were still trapped and there was nothing she could do to shake her off. Her eyes then looked forward and she could see La Diabla’s chest right in front of her. She then lifted her head slightly and could see the cold look on that woman’s face. “Please…I-I didn’t know what they were doing. Please…please don’t punish me…” she begged. She felt like she wanted to cry because she knew she was going to be tickled again, or maybe even something worse.
“But you deserve it sweetie….” La Diabla grinned, then rubbed her right hand through Melissa’s hair. She could feel her tremble under her touch. Then she grabbed the hair into her fist and gently pulled on it. She could hear the groans of pain coming from Melissa and it delighted her. She then forced Melissa’s head back and looked into her eyes. “You know what? I think you BOTH are horrible people. Svetlana is a dumb bitch, but you? You are the worst. The sad thing is, you could have avoided all of this when we first met, but you were a bitch then too. So, you suffer. In fact, let me take you down memory lane. Since Svetlana’s tits are hanging out, yours should too….” she sneered. She then let go of Melissa’s hair and now placed both hands on the front of Melissa’s flannel shirt.
Melissa’s mouth went wide open in shock as she heard La Diabla scold her. Then her eyes went down to her chest, and she saw those hands on her shirt. She held her breath in anticipation as she awaited her chest to be exposed. Then it happened! She saw her shirt get ripped open, revealing the shirt she had on underneath. She felt the hands now tearing away at that undershirt, exposing her bra. Shame washed over her body as she knew her breasts were going to be exposed. “Please…please don’t do this to me…” she whimpered.
La Diabla’s eyes were filled with joy as she exposed the bra of Melissa. She loved hearing the whimpers coming from her victim and now it was time to expose what was underneath the bra. She then held up her knife and smiled. “Now, hold still as I cut this bra of yours. You don’t want your tits cut, do you?” she said with glee in her voice. She then lowered the knife and placed the tip of the blade on the underside of the front clasp of the garment and with a quick flick, the clasp came undone! She gently moved the cups away and now Melissa’s breasts were exposed. “Mmmmm….yeah, these are very nice.” she cooed as she looked at the size C, nicely rounded breasts with the small light brown nipples.
Melissa went red with shame as once again her breasts were bared to this woman. She hung her head in embarrassment because she knew what was about to happen. Flashbacks of what happened to her just a few days ago filled her mind and she started to whine. “Please….stop this. You don’t have to do this. Cover me..please…” she whimpered.
“Awww….someone is feeling embarrassed right now. You should be proud! You have very beautiful breasts! The kind that makes a woman really turned on. Don’t you want me to play with them? I bet I could make you feel good…” La Diabla teased.
Melissa started to whine even more as she heard La Diabla threaten to play with her breasts. The last time they saw each other, the outlaw completely humiliated her. She even remembered when her breasts were touched. She remembered how angry she got over that, and in a way, it was very satisfying to learn from Svetlana that La Diabla got tickled herself. None of that mattered right now as the Russian bounty hunter was tied up and so was she! “Please…cover me….” was all she could say.
La Diabla’s grin got even bigger hearing those pathetic whimpers coming from Melissa. She then decided to push the issue further and placed each of her hands on the breasts and jiggled them. “Oooh!!! These are NICE!!! They are soft, yet firm. I mean, these are the kind of tits that can make me fall in love with them. And, if I remember correctly, aren’t they a bit sensitive right…..under…..here?” she laughed, then started to lightly stroke the delicate undersides of the two breasts.
Melissa’s head snapped upwards as she felt those fingers underneath her breasts. The sensation was driving her crazy as it tickled! “Hey!! D-don’t do hehehehehehehe THAT!!! Hehehehe are you crazy?! Stop touching me there hehehehehe What are you? Gay or hehehehehe something?” she giggled.
“Well, I do like men, but I love me some women too….” La Diabla smiled as she wanted to further torment the woman. Her fingertips started to flutter along that delicate skin and the giggles from her embarrassed victim grew louder. She then paused her tickling for a moment to really drive Melissa crazy. “The best part is…by the time we are done here, you too will love women. Oh, I got plans for you bitch. I think you will love women too….” she teased.
“W-what? What do you mean???!!” Melissa stammered as she stared at La Diabla. A wave of fear washed over her as she had this feeling that this torture was going to be worse than she experienced the first time she met La Diabla. Her concerned face then turned into one of hilarity as she felt fingers tickling under her breasts again. She could now feel the fingernails now stroking across the delicate sensitive skin and her breasts started to really jiggle.
La Diabla grinned as she heard the helpless laughter coming from her victim. She absolutely loved how ticklish the breasts were and wanted to drive Melissa insane. She used the tips of her nails to lightly tickle under those delightful mounds and just enjoyed watching them jiggle. The thought of her plans really got her going and this revenge was turning out to be more fun than she originally thought. “That’s right, you are going to love women. You may be upset with Svetlana right now, but later on, you will love her…..” she teased as she continued to tickle away.
Svetlana watched what was taking place in front of her and was mesmerized. She was happy that she was not getting tickled and listening to someone else get tormented was much better. Even though she liked Melissa to some degree, she wasn’t close to her. She didn’t care if she suffered because better the storekeeper than herself. She was surprised that Melissa’s breasts were exposed, but happy as well. She was nearly naked, so why not her? Svetlana was impressed with the sight of the breasts and thought that maybe she and Helga should have kidnapped Melissa and tickled her. A sly smile formed on her face as she saw La Diabla tickling away at the breasts. The sound of the laughter got her excited. Then she imagined if she could have both La Diabla and Melissa captured and under her control. The fun she would have with the two of them squealing under her torments until she ended their lives. Then, she saw the breast tickling stop and saw La Diabla stand up and look her way!
La Diabla patted Melissa on her head and got up off her lap. She could see the fear in the eyes, yet also saw relief. She enjoyed watching the chest heaving up and down, trying to recover from the tickling assault. “Awwww….you are so ticklish! I will stop for now, but I will be right back.” she teased. She then turned around and saw Svetlana. She could tell she witnessed with great interest the tickling of Melissa’s breasts, which meant there had to be some kind of feeling going through her body, making her more responsive. She slowly walked up to the hanging Russian and smiled. “You like what you saw?” she grinned.
Svetlana’s lips turned into a snarl as once again, the outlaw approached her. While Melissa was suffering, she got an opportunity to try and reset her mind into a defiant one, instead of a woman in ticklish turmoil. “Yeah, I liked what you were doing. You should do it more. In fact, how about you set me free, and we both torment her? I am very good at tickling too. Helga taught me a lot and we both can drive her absolutely insane.” she offered.
“Hmmmm…..very tempting idea. Two women, tickling another into insanity. Yeah, I can imagine the loud shrieks of laughter while one woman tickles her tits, and the other tickles another part of the body. I can imagine how much hell that woman would go through by two very strong women. Hmmmm.. I like that….” La Diabla mused by placing her right index finger on her lip as though she was pondering that idea.
“Da! Da! We would make great team! Set me free and we can even strip her naked and really torment her. Where do you want to tickle on her? Her ribs? Her feet? Maybe…..her pussy? Da? You like that?” Svetlana responded, hoping the outlaw would go along with her plans.
“Yeah, I like the idea. It would be such a fun time, overwhelming a poor tied down woman with tickle torture until she is literally begging us, she would do anything if it would stop.” La Diabla then got close to Svetlana’s head and looked her directly into the eyes. “….I actually had that happen as Deputy Darby and myself had Helga tied down and we tormented her! You should have seen it! She was so tough, so strong, but when you find her ticklish spots, she wore down and became quite submissive! She begged me for mercy…heheheehe BEGGED!!!” she taunted.
“Nyet!!! You lie!!! Argh you stupid bitch!!! Let me go right now or I will HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Svetlana screamed in hysterical laughter as she felt La Diabla’s fingers tickling under her own breasts! She did not expect that attack, so she was caught off guard. Her eyes popped wide open, and she saw the glee in La Diabla’s eyes. There was nothing she could do but laugh.
“What was that? You will do what? I can’t hear you over your loud laughter! Tickle tickle tickle” La Diabla teased as she used the tips of her nails to tickle under the breasts, but also around the curves of the exposed mounds and into the sternum area. She saw Svetlana’s breasts jiggle around and her body was writhing to try and avoid her fingers, but she managed to keep her nails in contact with the Russian’s skin. She chuckled to herself as she saw the very ticklish reaction of Svetlana. Then, she stopped for a moment and allowed the bounty hunter to calm down. “I bet you never knew how ticklish your titties were, did you?” she taunted.
Svetlana took a few deep breaths as she recovered from the surprise tickle attack. She then looked at La Diabla’s face and as much as she wanted to curse her, she didn’t do it because another fact was dawning on her. The more she was tickled, the more responsive her body was becoming. It surprised her but it also made sense because Helga told her that’s what happens. She witnessed many slaves get tickled by her partner and it seemed the longer it went on and the victim’s will became much weaker, they would be more sensitive to touch. Svetlana thought to herself that she was entering a new phase and her body was more receptive, so she had to figure a way out of this situation. “Da…da… I did not know. Listen to me, you got me. You made your point. I will leave this country and return to Russia. You folks in this part of the world are too crazy…You will let me go now, da?” she asked, throwing out whatever she can so she could get free.
La Diabla loved hearing this woman plead for mercy, and it brought a measure of pure satisfaction in her body. She then put her left index finger to her lip and pretended to think about Svetlana’s request. “Hmmm…should I let you go now? Let’s see, you helped kidnap a dear friend of mine, and you helped kidnap so many other women. Then, you watched me get tortured and you enjoyed it. Now, as I have you completely at my mercy, you ask me to let you go and you go back to Russia. Do I have that right?” she said as she looked into Svetlana’s eyes.
“Da….that is right. You won. You defeated both myself and Helga. I will never bother you again. Just please…let me go.” Svetlana said. She knew it was a longshot, but she had to try anyway.
La Diabla looked to the ceiling as though she was in mental anguish deciding if she should let this woman go. She groaned and placed both her hands on the sides of her head. “mmmmm I can’t believe I am going to do this……” she mumbled.
Svetlana’s eyes popped open as the way La Diabla was acting right now, she just might get released. Her adrenaline started to flow, and she started to get anxious. “Da…please let me go. I will go to Mother Russia and never return…” she whispered.
La Diabla then slowly lowered her hands and her head started to come back down and then faced the Russian bounty hunter. Her face was calm, then the corners of her mouth started to move upwards. A smile started to form on her face, the smile of evil. Her facial expression changed to that of evil and she let out a very evil sounding laugh. “hehehehehe…oh no, instead you will………SUFFER!!!!” she exclaimed, then reached out with her fingers and dug them into Svetlana’s ribs, just below the breasts.
“NNNNNYYYYYYEEEEETTTTTTHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHA!” Svetlana roared as she felt the fingers digging into her ticklish ribs, sending her into intense ticklish laughter. She was definitely not expecting that attack as she thought. When she saw that look of evil on La Diabla’s face, she knew she was in trouble and now, as the fingers continue to probe into her ribs, all she could do was laugh hysterically. She was going to endure a very humiliating event…..
Darby left the hospital and eventually made her way to the hotel room in which she stayed. When she entered the room, a chill washed over her. This room was something she would never forget. She had an incredible night in this room as she and La Diabla had made love together for the first time. It was such a magical moment between the two women. Darby’s eyes looked over at the bed and those memories were definitely flooding back. Then she looked at the ground near the door and another memory hit her. The traumatic memory of being shot at this location and laying on the floor bleeding. She shivered as she snapped out of her trance and then left the room. There was no sign of La Diabla in there and she wondered what happened to her. “I have to find her. I just hope she is not in any kind of trouble…” she said to herself.
The noble deputy eventually made her way to the Sheriff’s station, where the officers there were happy to see she was ok. They also filled her in on the investigation into the Wellington house. They even told her that Helga was still in lockup under heavy guard. Darby listened intently as they described how they found her. She learned that Helga was tied to a bed and appeared to be in great discomfort. She had to hold in her emotions a bit as she remembered how she and La Diabla tickled tortured her into complete submission. But what surprised her was what the deputy told her about Helga’s begging when they found her.
“It was the strangest thing ever. When we found her, she was tied down on the bed. Her shirt was removed and her chest was exposed! She was also barefoot and even her pants were down. She was screaming in agony. Something about how much it itches and to please help her. I have never seen a woman that large before, literally in tears begging and pleading for us to give her relief. We had found a doctor and he had no idea what was wrong with her. She was about to go mad!” a deputy told her.
“She was screaming about itching?” Darby asked puzzled. She remembered they tickled her into submission, but there was no itching involved. Then it dawned on her. There was a moment when she was with Cheyenne and the other women, La Diabla went back into the house. She also remembered there was a bottle of that itching cream Priscilla and Helga used and it made sense. La Diabla must have gone back and tortured Helga even further! She couldn’t say anything, but in a way, it was gratifying knowing the Russian suffered a bit. “Did the doctor get it to stop?” she asked.
“Yeah, I think so. She was mumbling about something called Aloe and the doctor helped her. We all left the room, but when he told us to take her away, she was calm. It was crazy. She was completely docile after that. Good thing because that woman looks like she could fight an entire army. Haha” the deputy chuckled.
Darby grinned at the officer and then shook his hand. It was good to know that Helga was no longer ever going to hurt anyone ever again. She then went over and spoke with the Sheriff, and he told her that they were trying to find out who ever tried to kill her. “I appreciate that Sheriff. I don’t know who would try to kill me, but when you do find them, make sure they get their just punishment. I am happy it was a flesh wound, but it was still scary for me. I will let your office do the great work and I will be around town for a bit. I still have to find where Priscilla Montenegro and Gloria Wellington went. They have to face justice!”
“If you need anything deputy, you just let us know. On behalf of this entire station, we appreciate everything you have done, and I promise, we will apprehend the responsible for hurting you.” the sheriff told her.
Darby tipped her hat and shook his hand and another deputy. She then left the Sheriff’s station and put on her hat. The sun was bright, and she could already feel it was going to be a warm day. She definitely wanted to find Priscilla and Gloria, but right now her focus was on La Diabla. As much as the outlaw has shown a very human side of herself, she was still prone to her criminal ways. Darby had to find her to prevent her from doing something she would regret. Then a thought came to her. She was going to go visit the Elu tribe. Maybe La Diabla went there first to prepare herself. She managed to borrow a Sheriff’s station horse and then rode off. She prayed that La Diabla would be there, so they can complete this journey together as a team.
Melissa watched in horror as she saw La Diabla tickling Svetlana with ruthless precision. She saw the fingers and hands moving all over the ribs and even the breasts. She shuddered as she heard the now hysterical laughter coming from Svetlana. It was all too surreal for her. She did feel a bit of relief as it was not her being tickled, but the Russian. She felt shame in her body as her own breasts were exposed and didn’t know how long it would be before she was tickle assaulted again. Melissa stared at the wild look in Svetlana’s eyes, and the wide open mouth. She was not going to say a word because she did not want to suffer as well. Svetlana was nearly naked; she definitely did not want to be in that position as well.
La Diabla paused her tickling and laughed. She was truly enjoying inflicting the tickle torture against Svetlana and now she knew the Russian was breaking. The laughter got more intense the more she tickled. The bounty hunter was now being broken and she was going to take it to another level. “Awww…look at you. You used to have this face of defiance, now your face looks like shit. Hahaha” she taunted.
Svetlana was breathing hard, trying to recover from the ticklish assault. She felt beads of sweat trickling down her face, and her breathing became more labored. She was looking down at her chest, her precious breasts still shaking and quivering after being touched and teased by the outlaw. She once again tried to pull at her bonds but her own strength was starting to wane. She slowly lifted her head and saw that grin on La Diabla’s face and it made her upset. Svetlana knew La Diabla was winning, and she started to feel that humiliation of being a victim. “Please… you must let me go….you won. You won, ok?” she panted.
“I know I won. And you remember the saying, to the victor goes the spoils? Well, I am going to enjoy my spoils. I am not done with you yet bitch. But, seeing that I am in a better mood because you are slowly falling apart, I am going to give you a break! I think I will have to show you what will be the next spot I torture on you. I will demonstrate it on…………..Melissa!” La Diabla laughed.
Melissa’s eyes nearly popped out of her head when she heard the outlaw’s threat. She was going to be tortured!!! Fear gripped her body as she saw La Diabla now walking towards her. “No!!! Please don’t!!! You have already tortured me!!” she screamed. Her body then froze as La Diabla was now in front of her, leaning down and placing her hands right on her lap. She looked down on those hands and slowly started to look up. Her eyes went up La Diabla’s body and then she saw that face. She was looking directly into La Diabla’s eyes, and she could tell they were filled with venom!
“You shouldn’t be surprised. After all, I told you that you both will suffer. Svetlana over there needs a rest, so I figured I would come torture you now. I know you missed me…hehehehe” La Diabla chuckled. She could see the absolute fear in those brown eyes of Melissa, and it was now time to drive this woman into complete fear. “I want to show Svetlana what is about to happen to her next. I am going to tickle a spot on her, and I want to demonstrate. I want her to see what will happen to her feet, as I tickle YOURS.” she grinned.
Melissa’s face turned white as a ghost as she heard what La Diabla was going to do to her next. Her head started to slowly shake side to side in a “no” fashion and her breath nearly stopped. She did not want her feet to be touched at all! She remembered the last time her feet were tickled, and it was by La Diabla a few days ago. That ordeal haunted her ever since that moment. When she was at home and she looked at her barefeet, images of them being tickled ruled her mind. Now, she was trapped once again, and her feet were threatened. “No! No…y-you can’t do that! PLEASE DON’T DO THAT!!! PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU!!!” she screamed.
La Diabla’s lips turned into the sinister smile as she loved the reaction she was getting from Melissa. “So, you do remember the last time I had your feet huh? Well, the good news is this time will be different. I was just trying to get information out of you a few days ago. Now, I just want to torture you. Hehehe” she taunted. She then walked behind Melissa and could hear the desperate pleas coming from her victim. She then placed her right knee into the back of the chair for leverage and then she pulled back, the front chair legs now coming up off the ground.
“NO!!!! PLEASE DON’T!!! DON’T TOUCH MY FEET!! I BEG YOU!! I AM BEGGING YOU!!!” Melissa screamed as she could feel the chair being pulled backwards and her feet were being lifted in the air. She already started to wriggle them, but her legs were still tied to the legs of the chair. Slowly, the ceiling started to come into view, and she craned her neck to try and look horizontal, but that didn’t last long as now the back of the chair was now on the floor and she was looking at the ceiling. She felt completely helpless, and her body trembled. Then, a figure came into her view, and she could see La Diabla standing over her with a cruel smile on her face. Melissa didn’t know what to do. She was about to suffer, and no one was there to help her. “Please…..please…I am begging you. Tickle her! Tickle her!!” she cried out.
Svetlana watched Melissa’s chair get laid down on the floor with her in it, and now she could see the soles of the boots. She heard La Diabla’s threat, and a shiver went down her own body. She definitely knew she had ticklish feet and hers were next. But she had to watch Melissa get tortured first. She had to figure out a way to get out of this or her very own feet were going to be tortured by a woman seeking revenge.
“Comfy? Hehehe” La Diabla joked as she stared down at Melissa’s prone body. Hearing the pleas from Melissa only motivated her to really torment this woman. It was time for more mental torture. “Oh, how stupid of me! Of course, you are not comfortable yet. You’re close to it. You got your tits hanging out, but we ladies know what really feels good is when we have our boots taken off and our feet can breathe. I know it is still early in the morning, but I am sure your feet need to feel free. Don’t you worry my special guest, I will take your boots off for you. You just lay there and don’t move a muscle! Hehe” she taunted.
Melissa started to whimper loudly as she saw La Diabla now walking towards her feet. She closed her eyes for a moment and tried to think about how she even got into this mess to begin with. Then, she gasped as she felt someone patting the boot of her right foot. She lifted her head and saw that La Diabla was now crouching down by her raised feet, and she reflexively wriggled them. “Please don’t do this…” she whimpered nervously.
La Diabla cracked a smile as she heard the whimpering and then looked at the boots. She did like these boots as they had a nice design on them. She placed her hand on the heel of the boot with her left hand and the top of the boot with her right hand and then gave it a tug. She could feel the boot pop off the heel and now it started to slide off the foot and the shin. She looked over at Svetlana who had a look of panic in her eyes, and she beamed. “This looks fun, right? I am taking off her boot so I can get to her precious feet. Just think, this will be you soon. There is nothing better than helpless feet, right?” she teased.
“Please don’t take off my boot!! Put it back on!! Put it back on!!!” Melissa screamed in panic as she felt the boot slipping from her foot. Sheer ticklish terror went through her body as suddenly the boot came off her foot and leg and now her right foot was exposed, but still inside a sock. Her face turned red as she felt embarrassed that her foot was going to get played with. She wanted to cry at this moment as her humiliation was growing more and more. Then her head lurched upwards when she felt hands on her left boot! That one was going to be removed too! “No!! please no….” she whimpered again as the realization both feet were going to be exposed made her feel so helpless.
La Diabla chuckled again as she heard the desperate pleas. This was always her favorite thing to do when tickling another woman. She adored tickling their feet as the laughter was always so sweet sounding. She had many experiences tickling the feet of women, ranging from sex slaves in El Guapo’s gang, to Darby, to Madam Olivia, to even the powerful Russian bounty hunter Helga. This was another opportunity for to tickle Melissa’s feet, but this time this was all about making her suffer. Then she thought about Svetlana. The thought of getting to her feet made her feel even more excited. That was going to be a very sweet moment making her suffer, but first she had to deal with this storekeeper. After she removed the left boot, she then grabbed the right one and stood up with both boots in each respective hand. She casually walked over to the desk that Svetlana was on top of and smiled. She then placed the boots on the table directly in front of Svetlana’s body and then looked at the Russian with a smile. “I think I will leave these here. They are my trophies now, just like yours will be. I hope you play close attention because soon, it will be your feet…”
Svetlana gulped as she heard the words and then looked down and saw the empty boots before her. Her eyes then went right back to where La Diabla was walking and she saw the outlaw kneeling down on the floor again, right by the raised socked feet in the air. She could see the sock covered soles wiggling wildly in ticklish fear and she was fixated on them. Then her mind started to race as she saw La Diabla reaching under the leg of Melissa’s jeans, and then saw her pulling down the sock. It was just a matter of time before she saw Melissa’s bare foot! That was one thing she had going for her, was that her own feet still had socks on them. In the back of her mind, she did wonder what Melissa’s feet looked like and soon she was going to find out.
La Diabla could feel the sock sliding down the leg and then it came out from under the jeans and was by the ankle. She then turned her head towards Melissa’s. She could see the woman still closing her eyes and started to beg quietly. “Hey, you seem so scared! You seem so tense. You should really relax. Stress is not good for you. I am just going to give you a nice foot massage…hehehe” she giggled.
Melissa started to let some tears fall from her eyes and they streaked down the side of her face and towards her ears as she laid on the back of the chair on the ground. She felt her sock coming off and she started to babble incoherently out of fear. Then she gasped and she started to whimper even more as the sock came off her heel. “Please….*sob* don’t touch my feet. I don’t *sob* want my feet to be tickled.” she cried.
“Awwww….you sound so sad! Don’t worry, I am going to make you feel a lot better in a moment…” La Diabla teased. Her eyes then looked at the exposed heel of the right foot and she continued to peel the sock off the foot. She could see that arch exposed and that delighted her. Memories of the last time she saw this foot filled her mind and she couldn’t help but smile. She had fun the last time with these feet and this time, it was going to be even more fun. The sock made it to the ball of the foot and that part was exposed. “Ready to show me your toes? Hehehe” she giggled as the sock was now only covering the storekeeper’s toes.
Melissa looked towards La Diabla, and she could see her sock covering only her toes. She could also see the left foot still covered in its sock right next to her foot and she wanted to cover her right foot. She could see the pure joy in La Diabla’s eyes as her sock was slowly starting to come off her toes. “Why? Why do you want to tickle my feet? I didn’t do anything to you!” she begged.
“Because… I just want to. I don’t like you. Besides, didn’t I tell you that I want to show Svetlana over there what will happen to her feet? Think of your feet as my testing ground. Hehehe Now, let’s get a look at these piggies of yours!” La Diabla said with glee. She then pulled the sock off the toes and then threw the sock onto Melissa’s face. After giggling to herself doing that, she then looked at those sweet toes. They were long and the nails unpolished, and they started to wiggle in ticklish fear. La Diabla really did like Melissa’s size 9 feet and when she played with those toes last time, it was definitely a treat. Now, it was time for her to have some fun. “You know, you may be a true worthless bitch, but you do have some very nice feet. Hehehe” she laughed.
Melissa shook her head to have the sock fall off her face and then she looked up. Her foot was now bare, and she could see her toes wiggling. She then lowered her head back down and closed her eyes. She wanted to cry again because it was just a matter of time before she was tortured again. “Please….stop. Please just stop…I don’t wanna be tickled anymore….” she cried.
“hehehe you are such a whiny little girl aren’t you? You seriously need to cheer up! We will do that in just a moment!” La Diabla taunted. She then turned her head to the right and looked over at Svetlana. She could see the Russian looking at this scene intensely and now it was time to mess with her mind. “So, like what you see? Doesn’t this bitch have some amazing feet? The best part is, they are very, very, VERY sensitive too. Can you imagine if these were YOUR feet? Helpless. Vulnerable. Just there for me to enjoy teasing and playing with. Imagine when my fingers touch your foot like this….” she said, then lightly fluttered her fingers on her right hand on the arch, causing the foot to react wildly. She was also very happy to hear that ticklish squeal coming from Melissa’s lips.
Svetlana watched with great intensity as she saw La Diabla’s fingers lightly dancing into that naked arch. She couldn’t help but me mesmerized by the scene unfolding before her eyes. The sound of Melissa’s ticklish squeals set off an excitement within her. She loved it when La Diabla was tickling those breasts but listening to the sheer panic in the ticklish laughter now was more exciting. She saw the left socked foot trying to protect the naked right one, but then La Diabla’s fingers would tickle the socked sole, forcing it away from the bare foot. She never knew Melissa was this ticklish and now she regretted not having herself and Helga find out how ticklish she truly was. Then a thought came to her mind. This could be her feet! Her feet started to reflexively wriggle in ticklish fear as she realized that soon, her very own feet were going to be tickled.
La Diabla was starting to enjoy the cat and mouse game with Melissa’s feet. Anytime she touched the bare right foot, the left socked foot would try to push her fingers away. She simply tickled the socked foot and laughed when that foot went into a spastic panic. She then looked over at Melissa and stopped the tickling for a moment. “Hey! You need to keep your left foot still. I am going to tickle your right foot then your left foot. Keep your feet still! Do I have to take off the other sock?” she teased.
Melissa started to whimper as she heard the threat to have her other sock removed. She couldn’t help herself. Her feet were too ticklish, and they were going to react violently! She definitely did not want both of her feet exposed but feared that sock was going to come off anyway, so she might as well defend her feet as best as she could. “Please please please please please don’t tickle me anymore! It’s not fair! I didn’t do anything to you!” she begged.
“Yes you did. You were very rude to me….” La Diabla shot back. She then wriggled her fingertips across the ball of that right foot, only to have the left foot swoop over and knock her fingers away. She shook her head playfully and figured, it was time to up the intensity. She gripped the left shin with her left hand, then used her right hand to reach under the pants leg to find the top of the sock. Her fingertips found the edge of the sock and she started to tug it down the leg. It amused her as she felt the right foot kicking away at her right hand. The skin felt nice, but she was undeterred. “Time to expose your other piggies! They want to be free too! All cooped up in that boot and this nasty sock! Free the piggies!” she teased and then the sock came off the heel of the foot. It was now a matter of time before she exposed the left foot.
Melissa gasped as she felt the sock come off her heel. She lifted her head and stared in shock as the sock started to come off her foot. She could feel her entire heel get exposed, then the arch and now the sock was at the ball of her foot. Her body froze in ticklish fear as it would only be moments before that foot would be naked as well. “Please don’t…” was all she could say. She laid her had back down and closed her eyes. She started to feel defeat washing over her as the sock came off the ball of her foot and rested on her toes.
“Sooo close!!! Just one……more……tug….and we will see all ten naked piggies!” La Diabla teased. She then took the tip of the sock and started to pull it off and the toes were now exposed. “TA DA!!!!! Melissa’s toes!!!” she laughed. She then looked over at Svetlana who had a look of concern on her face. She let out a devious smile and winked at her.
Svetlana saw the wink and it gave her a chill. Now, she could see both of Melissa’s barefeet and they looked so helpless being up in the air like that. They were vulnerable and she knew they were ticklish. She looked at the long toes quivering, and her own toes curled in their socks, frightened about their future. She wanted to say something, but she figured she best be quiet, so she doesn’t draw attention.
“Look at the piggies! I know they missed me so much! Awwww.. how cute they are. Best thing about them is that they are very sensitive. Hey, remember when I tortured your toes a few days ago and you were begging and crying for me to stop? That was such a great time. You know why right now is better?” La Diabla teased.
Melissa groaned as she heard La Diabla talking about her toes. She did in fact remember the last time they were assaulted, and it was not a pleasant experience for her. It was the tickling on her toes that made her crack and give up the location to where Helga was. It was her feet that ended up causing Helga and Svetlana to have their entire operation fail. Now, this woman was taunting her again. She felt sadness in her body as she could feel how sensitive her feet were getting. Her head was still laying on the floor and she looked up at the ceiling. She heard the question posed to her and she knew the moment of ticklish hell was here. “No….why? Please don’t tickle me anymore…” she asked.
“Because I don’t have to stop until I feel like it! I only stopped before because you gave me the information I wanted. You told me where to find Helga! Right now, is all about torture! So, I suggest you keep your feet still and accept your punishment!” La Diabla joked.
Svetlana’s eyes went wide open, and her adrenaline started to spike. She just listened to what La Diabla said and now it was clear. It was Melissa that snitched on the location of the trafficking ring! Now she understood how La Diabla even found them to begin with! A feeling of betrayal washed over her and now anger started to grow. She listened to La Diabla’s words before about Melissa giving up information in their previous encounter, but she didn’t know it was the location of the cavern! “WHAT??!!! YOU told her where we were?????!!!” she blurted out.
La Diabla’s head whipped to the right side and towards Svetlana as she heard the Russian blurt out that question. It dawned on her that Svetlana, and Helga had no idea how she found them in the first place. They must have not known about Melissa being broken by her previously. With this realization, she was going to use it to her advantage. “She didn’t tell you? Oh yes, how did you think I found you guys and that cavern? It was because her ticklish toes couldn’t handle it. She told me EXACTLY where to find you. What can I say? She’s a snitch…..hehehehe” La Diabla chuckled.
Melissa’s head snapped up as she heard Svetlana and La Diabla talking about the fact she gave up the information to the whereabouts of the cavern. She also realized that the Russians had no idea it was her that gave up their location. She looked towards Svetlana and could see the fire in her eyes. She felt true fear because she was considered a snitch and typically, snitches pay a price. “Wait!!! I-I didn’t mean to!” she blurted out.
“Why you filthy pig!! YOU told her where we were???!!! No wonder she found us! Weak bitch like you!! Oh, you will pay for that betrayal! In Russia, we treat snitches like you in special ways! You will suffer! You better pray I never find you again! You will never walk this earth again….” Svetlana spewed with venom in her voice.
“But…but….she tortured *sob* me….” Melissa cried as she realized that the Russians would be after her. This was just not going well for her.
La Diabla was greatly entertained by this exchange from the two women. She was definitely going to have fun now. “Now, now Svetlana. She really didn’t mean to give up the location. Trust me, she suffered greatly when I interrogated her, but you know she is a very weak woman. Once I got to her toes, she was done for. Should I make her suffer again?” she said with a very wide grin.
Svetlana was still very upset by the revelation of the person who snitched on her and the rest. She did not care that La Diabla was playing a game with her, nor did she care if La Diabla was going to torture her. She wanted Melissa to truly suffer right now. “Da…..make her….suffer….” she mumbled with a very cold tone.
La Diabla’s grin turned very large and then she turned her attention to Melissa. “Well, I guess you are on your own. You REALLY made her mad! So, I guess I have to torture you. That’s what she wants now. But before I do, let me take care of something first. Your toes are too wiggly….” she teased. She then stood up and went over to a supply shelf. She started to rummage through a box and then smiled when she found what she was looking for. She then walked back over to Melissa’s body and then held up something in her hand so that Melissa could see. “These should keep these toes of yours from wiggling all over the place….” she smiled.
Melissa’s eyes bugged out when she saw what La Diabla was holding in her hand. It was a piece of twine!!! That thin, strong string was used to pack things and she shuddered to think what was going to happen with that twine and her toes. “W-what are you going to do to my toes???” she pleaded.
“hehehe you will find out in mere moments…” La Diabla teased. She then went back to where Melissa’s feet were, and she stared at those precious toes. She then took the end of the twine and started to wrap it around the base of the big toe on the left foot, and then she started to wrap it around the big toe on the right foot. She wrapped that twine very tightly around the two toes and when she was done, she took the end of the twine and stretched it to the rope binds that were wrapped around Melissa’s knees. She managed to tie the twine to that rope bondage which effectively pulled Melissa’s big toes back towards the knees, making the soles very taut and the toes really couldn’t wiggle. La Diabla admired her ropework and gazed at the very helpless feet. There was no way Melissa would be able to protect her feet at all. “I got these cute BIG feet of yours now! Now, it is my honor and privilege to tell you that you are really going to suffer. There’s nothing you can do to stop me. How does it feel knowing that you pissed me off a few times and now you pissed off Svetlana? This is just not your day already and it is still morning! I do have some good news though. Svetlana may be very pissed at you, but I promise, you will make it up to her and she will REALLY love you again…If only you knew what I have planned. hehehehe” she threatened.
Melissa really started to panic at this moment. She tried to wiggle her feet, but the toe tie prevented her from moving her feet at all! Her feet were completely helpless and vulnerable to someone who wanted to torture her. Her breathing went shallow, and her heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest. She looked up at La Diabla who had a very sinister smile. “No…no please! You can’t! This is……CRUEL!!!” she whined.
“I know…hehehehe” La Diabla laughed. She then took her right index finger and placed the tip right at the base of the middle toe of the left foot. Then she slowly traced her finger down from that spot, across the ball of the foot, then it slid into the arch and finally off the heel. Then she reversed her finger back up the same path from the heel, into the arch, then the ball of the foot and back at the base of the middle toe. She was delighted when she felt the foot tense up and heard some giggles coming from Melissa. She then traced her finger right back down the foot, but this time when it got to the ball of the foot, she did a quick zig zag motion, then went into the arch. The ticklish squeals of Melissa were getting stronger, and this was starting to be even more fun. She was happy she attacked them this early in the morning because there would be no customers that would try to come in until at least another hour. That way, Melissa could scream all she wanted, and no one would hear her. “Does someone have ticklish feet? Yes she does! She was some tickly wickly feet!” she teased in baby talk tone as her finger continued to zip up and down that left sole.
“HAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOOOOO!!! STOP TICKLING MY FOOT!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE!!!” Melissa begged as she felt that finger going up and down her foot. With her feet being completely immobile, she could really feel the finger tracing that deadly ticklish path on her foot. She tried to move her feet as best as she could, but it was no use. It seemed like her feet being trapped made them even more ticklish. When the finger touched her arch, she started to snort in laughter. “PLEASE *snort* STOP!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA I’M SO *snort* TICKLISH!!!! HEHEHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” she laughed.
Svetlana watched the foot tickling onslaught and a wry smile formed on her face. Even though she was trapped, listening to Melissa scream in ticklish agony was soothing to her ears. The price for snitching was typically death, but at least right now, Melissa was suffering and being humiliated. She did wonder what did La Diabla mean by Melissa would make it up to her and for her to love her again. As far as he was concerned, Melissa was dead to her. There was nothing she could possibly do to make her forgive her. Right now, listening to Melissa begged and snort brought great joy to her. Svetlana wished she could make the woman suffer as well.
La Diabla was having a lot of fun by tickling this trapped left foot. She loved the way the skin felt on her finger, even though there was some tougher skin on the ball of the foot, and some slight callouses on the edges of the heel. The rest of the skin was soft and very responsive to her finger. She then stopped the stroking up and down the length of the soul, the started to rummage her fingers all in that vulnerable arch, and the hysterics coming from her victim increased. She loved the high arches of this woman and when her fingers would slope down into the arch, it made the storekeeper laugh even harder. She then looked over at Svetlana and was amused by the wry smile on her face. She smirked back knowing that she was really going to have some fun with the Russian’s feet, and she even felt a thrill of arousal as she thought about how she was going to finish things. It was going to be real sweet. “Hey Svetlana, see how I am tickling this delicate arch of hers? Well, I hope yours is not too sensitive because whatever I do to her, is going to happen to you. Imagine my fingers running all over your arches. I hope your arches are just as ticklish as hers…hehehehe” she teased.
Svetlana looked over at La Diabla and felt a chill in her body. She definitely knew her feet were responsive to touch, and her mind started to race. She just had to get out of this bondage somehow! Her eyes then darted back over to Melissa’s feet as she heard the hysterical laughter getting even louder. She could see the feet straining in the bondage and hoped her feet were not going to be trapped like that. A glimmer of hope filled her body as she realized her feet would not be trapped like that because her legs were split apart at the opposite ends of the desk. Svetlana now had to focus on how she could get out of this. She imagined if she could get free, she would inflict ticklish revenge against the outlaw. She did have a brief moment where she got to tickle La Diabla in that tunnel of the cavern. She managed to get her ribs and upperbody, but she really wanted to get at her feet. She remembered she was moments away before the outlaw was going to remove her boots, then she felt a sharp blow to the back of her head, and then she saw blackness. She had no idea what may have happened, but it wasn’t going to stop her from getting revenge. Since her feet were threatened, she wanted to get free, beat La Diabla down, then take off her boots and have her way with her feet. Svetlana knew La Diabla’s own feet were highly sensitive right now, after Helga performed bastinado, then they were even tickled tortured. It would be sweet to listen to the tortured laughter of La Diabla and maybe even Melissa too. Tickling their feet at the same time, then she would kill them both.
Melissa continued to howl in laughter as she felt those fingers in her arches. Her body was vibrating as she was desperately trying to get herself free. She felt completely humiliated right now as two women were watching her laugh like a schoolgirl as her feet were tickled. She still felt shame from having her breasts exposed, and now fingers were dancing in her arch of the left foot. Then, she felt the fingers make their way to the arch of the right foot and she just continued to laugh. “please..hahahahaha..please stop…” she laughed. Her laughter was so hysterical right now, that any words she said would come out like a whisper.
“Tickle tickle tickle! Melissa has ticklish wicklish feet! My fingers just LOVE ticklish wicklish feet! I bet these ticklish wicklish feet would really love to feel my nails….” La Diabla teased in baby talk. She then formed her fingers like a claw and started to scrape her nails all over that tender flesh of both arches. She snapped her head back a little as she heard pure tortured laughter coming from Melissa. A sense of power flowed through her body as she had this woman completely under her control. Just by tickling her helpless feet. She loved the way the laughter got stronger when her nails went from the right arch to the left arch, then back to the right arch. The best thing was she knew the arches were not the worst part of the ticklish feet. She knew the toes were the weakness and she couldn’t wait to get to them. “I will stop tickling your arches if you beg me to tickle the balls of your feet…tell me to tickle the balls of your feet with my nails and how amazing it would be if I do. Make sure you say ‘pretty please’..hehehe” she teased, then increased the speed of her nails tickling the flesh in the arches.
Melissa continued to laugh uncontrollably as she felt those nails in her arches. The ticklish electricity flowing through her body grew in its intensity and she could feel her body becoming more defenseless. It didn’t help that La Diabla was taunting her. She tried to remember what she was told, but the nails were still stroking her sensitive arches. At this point, she was willing to do anything to get it to stop. “OKAY HAHAHAHAHA OKAY!!!!” she screamed.
La Diabla then paused her tickling and gently patted the bottoms of the helpless feet. She moved her head so that she could stare at the soles, and she smiled when she saw them. Melissa did have very nice soles and she wanted to play with them a lot more. Now, it was time to send this woman into complete ticklish madness. “Ok…what do you have to tell me?” she cooed.
Melissa was still giggling even though the foot tickling ceased. She was trying to catch her breath and felt her body wince when she felt hands patting the bottoms of her feet. “hehehehe thank you thank you hehehehe” she moaned as she tried to recover. Her mind then started to think about what the outlaw asked her to do. She knew she had to do something, but she was laughing so hard she didn’t really pay close attention. Her mind was too busy focused on those nails in her arches. Fear started to go through her body as she didn’t remember what La Diabla told her to do. “hehehehe what do I have to HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” she screamed as once again she felt nails scrabbling all over her arches. Her laughter got even louder as the nails went for the kill on her arches.
“Listen closely because I won’t say it again….you have to beg me to tickle the balls of your feet with my nails and how amazing it would be if I do. Make sure you say ‘pretty please’ as well…” La Diabla teased as she slowed down her nails in the arches. Her fingers were now moving at a very light pace, and she grinned. “Now say it or I will have to use my nails again….” she threatened.
Melissa continued to feel the ticklish nerves ripping through her body as the fingers were lightly touching her arches. She wanted to cry as she knew this game was not over yet. She definitely did not want her arches tickled again, but that meant the balls of her feet were going to be tickled too. She felt like she had no choice, and a tear fell from her left eye, and it streaked down the side of her face, towards her ear. “please…please tickle….the *sob* balls of my feet….please….*sob* it will be……amazing if you do *sob*….p-p-pretty p-p-p-please….” she sobbed.
“Awwww! Now, was that so hard? You are so polite! You even said pretty please! Ok, I will tickle the balls of your feet. With my nails……” La Diabla teased as she then formed her fingers into claws and let her nails scrape and touch along the balls of the feet. When she heard the sound of the maniacal laughter, she flashed her evil grin then looked over towards Svetlana. She then winked at the Russian and moved her nails even faster.
Svetlana did a small swallow as she saw La Diabla’s fingers tickling the trapped balls of the feet. She heard everything La Diabla said and was not surprised that Melissa folded and submitted quickly. Her fear was that the outlaw was going to do similar things to her feet. Watching Melissa’s feet get tickle tortured did have an effect on her. Melissa, even though she was a traitorous bitch, was not important to La Diabla. She was being tortured just because. But for herself, she definitely was a target of La Diabla’s wrath. She was going to suffer far worse than the storekeeper and just watching Melissa’s helpless feet get tickled did send shivers of fear in her body. She was upset that she lost that fight to La Diabla and now she was trapped. There was nothing she could do was watch and listen to Melissa’s ticklish hell.
La Diabla continued to tickle the balls of the feet and found a good spot just below the ball of the foot and right above the arch. She just loved listening to Melissa scream away in ticklish laughter. This was getting better and better as time went on. Her eyes then looked at the ball of the left foot and she remembered that tougher, calloused skin that was there. She wondered if her nails would get the same sound and reaction from Melissa like she did a few days before. She used the tip of her right index fingernail and started to scratch it on the callous in the middle of the ball of the foot and she could hear the sound. It sounded wonderful, and it made Melissa go absolutely insane.
“STOOOOOOP!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU HAAVE TO STOP!!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!! I CAN’T TAKE IT HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ANYMORE!!!” Melissa screamed as she felt that nail scraping the center of the ball of her foot. That spot always drove her absolutely crazy and now her body started to shake. She was still tied to the chair, but she was able to slightly rock her upperbody side to side. Unfortunately for her, her feet were completely immobile, and she could do nothing to protect the bottoms of her feet. As time passed, she started to feel lightheaded. The tickling was breaking her down. If she was being interrogated, she would have blurted out whatever the outlaw wanted. But this was no interrogation. This was just pure torture.
“Awww someone is so ticklish on her feet! I love tickling your feet! Maybe I should take you back home with me and tickle your feet every single day! I will have to get someone to scrub down your feet so that we can get rid of these nasty callouses you have. I want your feet to be baby soft, so I can tickle your sweet feet every day! Can you imagine that? Having your feet tickled every single day by me? I will even tie them up just like they are now, so that you can’t move them at all. Your poor feet would just be tickled and tickled and tickled and tickled and tickled and tickled and tickled and tickled and I will never stop…….never……” she teased. She knew Melissa was on the verge of snapping and she didn’t care.
Melissa’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as she heard La Diabla’s cruel words and the feeling of those nails on the balls of her feet. She felt completely helpless and was frustrated she could do nothing to protect her feet. Then her mind started to imagine how horrible it would be if her feet were tickled every single day. That thought horrified her because she was so sensitive, and she would surely lose her mind. She tried to beg, but at the moment she went into silent laughter. The feeling was overwhelming her, and she just wanted it to stop. Then suddenly, it did!
La Diabla stopped her fingernail assault on the balls of Melissa’s feet. She heard a huge gasp of air coming from her victim and she chuckled. She knew she pushed the woman beyond her limits, and it was time to give her a rest. She then looked over at Svetlana. Her eyes turned to slits as she wanted to really get to the Russian. “You see what is happening to her feet? Just wait until I get to yours. This is child’s play compared to what I will do to yours. Melissa here has some very sensitive toes by the way. I am going to do a fun demonstration on my talents on tickling toes. I hope you take lots of notes because if your toes are as sensitive as hers, then you are in a LOT of trouble….” she threatened.
Svetlana gulped as she heard La Diabla’s threat. She actually did not know how ticklish her toes were because she was rarely tickled there. She knew she had ticklish feet, but no one ever focused on her toes. Not even Helga during their practice sessions went after the toes specifically. It was usually on the arches and the middle of the foot. She glared at the outlaw and wished she could be set free. The only thing she did enjoy was listening to Melissa scream. “Do what you must do to her. She is a rat bitch anyway…” she sneered.
“What a mean thing to say! Melissa is just a bitch, not a rat bitch! She was your friend! So, she let the secrets out, but if your feet were being tickled this much, you would crack too. As you will see…hehehe” she laughed, then winked at the bounty hunter. She then looked back towards Melissa’s head. She could see she was sweating profusely and was crying. She also saw the naked breasts heaving up and down, trying to draw precious oxygen into her lungs. Now, it was time to send Melissa over the edge. “Hey rat bitch! Well, that’s what Svetlana over there calls you. It is time I go after your toes. You ready for that?” she teased.
Melissa started to cry when she heard the threats on her toes. A few days ago, she actually broke and gave up the location of the cavern because her toes were tickled. That is why she knew Svetlana called her a rat bitch. She ratted them out and now she was paying a price. The tears really started to flow because she knew how horrible it was about to get when La Diabla touches her toes. “Please don’t…I’m sorry *sob* I am so sorry *sob* I can’t take it anymore.” she sobbed.
La Diabla had a very large grin when she heard the woman crying. She looked at those helpless toes and could see them wiggling in ticklish fear. She placed her left index finger on her lip and pondered on how she should tickle the toes. Should she go after those vulnerable pale undersides? Should she go for the pads of the toes? The base? Or maybe even the crevices? She had so many choices and she knew all of them would elicit some horrific laughter. She decided to have some fun. She looked over at Svetlana and smiled. “Hey, where should I tickle on her toes? Give me a spot on her toes you want to see tickled. Imagine it was MY toes you were going to tickle. Where would you tickle?” she teased.
Svetlana’s eyes lit up as she heard the outlaw’s request. She was going to decide where to tickle on the toes. Her mind did start to imagine if she had La Diabla’s feet all tied up and helpless. She could picture those long toes quivering as she was going to torture them. The thought of hearing that tortured laughter of La Diabla really excited her. “I-I would start with your toe pads, then your toe crevices!!” she shouted with glee. That was such an exciting thought and she wished she could actually do it. Her eyes then went to La Diabla’s boots and wished she could take them off.
La Diabla chuckled to herself as she knew she got Svetlana excited. She then looked at Melissa’s toes and nodded her head. “Guess I will start with the toe pads as she suggested…” she told Melissa. She then took her nails on her index fingers and started to lightly stroke them on the pad of each big toe. The respective nail touched the outside edge of the big toe and drew the outline of the toe, going to the top of the toe pad and tracing along the inside edge of the big toe, then finally went horizontally across the twine and back to the outside edge. A cruel smile formed on her face as she heard the horrific laughter.
“OH GAWD!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA ANOT MY TOOOOOOOOOEEESSSS!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Melissa cackled as she felt those nails tracing along the edges of her big toes. She desperately tried to wiggle her toes, but with them tied together and tied back towards her knees, they were completely vulnerable. The feeling sent a large amount of ticklish electricity through her body, and she felt her body convulsing and thought her head was going to explode.
La Diabla continued her cruel path on the pads of the big toes and even moved her nails in the center of the toes, trying to draw out the most ticklish sensations she could. Then she stopped tickling the left big toe, so she could focus on the right foot’s toes. After tickling the big toe, she moved her nails over to the pad of the index toe. She did very small scratches along the plump pad. Another loud squeal coming from Melissa gave her chills as she knew the woman was in pure ticklish agony. She did not care, she wanted to push Melissa over into the edge of insanity. Then she went after the pads of the middle toe, ring toe and finally the baby toe. “You have such ticklish toes!!! I love them so much. I will admit, they were my favorite part to tickle the last time we met. Good to know they are still so ticklish! Did they miss me? Tell me that your toes missed me, or I will have to keep tickling them forever…” she teased.
Melissa continued to scream in ticklish agony as she felt that nail tickling each and every toe pad on her right foot. Tears were flowing freely, and her body kept convulsing as though electricity was going through her body. The feeling of being so helpless only made her more sensitive and she just laughed uncontrollably. She could hear La Diabla’s words, but she could not respond as she continued to laugh with reckless abandon. She desperately wanted to beg, but she couldn’t. Then the tickling stopped, and she just let out a desperate plea for help. “hehehehehe help me…someone help me….please *sob* I don’t want to be tickled anymore *sob* someone help me…” she whimpered.
“Awwww… no one is coming to save you! It is just me, you and your ticklish toes!!! Oh, Svetlana also said your toes crevices should be tickled. I think we will go there next….” La Diabla teased. She absolutely loved tormenting these toes and she knew when she goes after the toe crevices on the left foot, Melissa’s mind was surely going to snap. She then looked over at Svetlana and she could swear the bounty hunter looked like she was drooling.
Svetlana really enjoyed hearing Melissa screaming in ticklish agony as her toes were tickled. It was such an amazing sight to see. She loved watching Melissa’s feet get tickled and what helped enhance the enjoyment was that she imagined those feet as La Diabla’s as well. She didn’t get to see the actual feet up close of the outlaw, but Helga told her all about them. How sensitive they were, especially after the bastinado. Now, she wished she could have those feet in her possession now. She would absolutely love to punish La Diabla’s feet right now. She wanted to punish Melissa’s too! Maybe she could do them both! What a pleasure that would be. Svetlana started to smile on that thought.
La Diabla then stared at the left toes and she raised her right hand in the air. She then formed her fingers into a claw like formation and then attacked the toe crevices as though her hand was an eagle’s claw going after a helpless mouse. Her fingers made it directly into the outside edges of the crevices and she wiggled her fingers until they burrowed in between the toes. She was rewarded with such a maniacal, loud laugh she was even surprised.
Melissa’s head shot up and she stared at La Diabla as though she got hit with electricity. The sheer intensity of the ticklish sensations overwhelmed her nervous system and she let out a loud horrific scream. After being tormented this long, her body was extra sensitive, so her toe crevices were definitely susceptible to being tickled. Her eyes bugged out and she took in large breaths of air, then bellowed out hysterical laughter. She could feel fingers and the nails in between her toes, tickling up and down the toe stems and burrowing into the crevice itself at the base of the toes where they connected to the ball of her foot. This was such a horrible, ticklish feeling and all she could do was beg. She didn’t know what to do anymore. Her head slowly went back down to the floor, and she just laughed. Her body quit and she just laughed uncontrollably.
La Diabla was greatly amused at Melissa’s reactions and continued to go after those crevices. She kept using her nails in the crevices, but then she would move her fingers up and down the sides of the toes. She felt such at peace at the moment. Tickling another woman’s feet was kind of soothing or her. She loved the hysterical laughter and knew Melissa was done for. She could see her trembling in the chair, the laughter was maniacal, the exposed breasts wobbling like crazy and sweat all over her body. “Someone has very ticklish toes!! I love it! I really could do this forever! But lucky for you, I am going to stop now….” she teased then removed her hand from the sensitive toes.
Melissa continued to laugh freely even though the fingers left her toes. The torture broke her. Whatever the outlaw asked her to do, she would do in an instant. She felt really exhausted and her body tingled all over. She knew another round of toe tickling could possibly kill her and she prayed that her torment was over. Melissa didn’t even care that she was completely humiliated. She was just happy the fingers were no longer on her toes.
La Diabla then started to massage the trapped feet, trying to soothe them after the horrific torment. She thoroughly enjoyed tormenting Melissa, but it was time to stop. Melissa wasn’t the one she wanted to destroy after all. She then turned her head towards Svetlana and a cruel, evil smile formed on her face. “Now bitch….it’s YOUR turn…..” she threatened as she stood up. She then slowly walked towards the desk where Svetlana was. Now, it was time for pure revenge.
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